And those who scorn'd to cheer his humble home, But marble monuments to dust shall turn, In the rich treasures of his matchless mind, Say, is there one whose aspirations rise Who would not sigh for innocence betray'd- His Mountain Daisy, and the Mouse's Nest, But when, in vision wrapt, he sings sublime, The faithful paintings of his glowing page Peace to his shade! and sacred be his fame! Brown hills, green vales, and music charm no more! THE fox was sleeping in his secret lair, And crisping hoar-frost cloth'd the leafless spray; Edina's streets display'd a blaze of light, The prying watchman slowly went his round, While ceaseless, on the drowsy ear of night, Burst many a blithe and strange commingling sound; When lo! on old St Giles's towering spire A spectre stood, of tall majestic mien; With snow-white locks and countenance serene : A scythe of pond'rous size the spectre shook, And thus, in solemn accents, spoke aloud: "My race is o'er! fast speeds my closing hour; ""Twas mine to burst Oppression's iron chain; "To see the shades of 'mighty dead' descend; And end her devious wand'rings in the tomb. "But I have seen Ambition's restless strife Pervade the cot, the altar, and the throne; Seen party rancour poison social life; Heard the oppressor's shout-his victims groan. Their country's stain, their ancestor's disgrace! "I've seen the warm enthusiast fondly dream; Heard Sophistry confounding right and wrong; Scen Folly basking in the meteor's gleam; Heard Courtly Flattery chant the venal song. "And now, I see, from this time-honour'd seat, Which long has brav'd stern winter's wildest storm, A splendid city spread beneath my feet, And rising still in renovated form. "She stands sublime in venerable pride, "Her spacious streets to right and left extend, Her modern fame with ancient Athens vie. "But ah! her sons, in pride of polish'd art, "Yon beetling cliffs*, whose gray heads rise sublime, "Must yield their honours to plebeian hands, "Oh! yet be warn'd; the mandate stern revoke, Oh! do not thou the guilty plunder share! "For dissolution dwells in every stone, Each crumbling cliff accelerates thy doom; "In plenitude of pomp thou may'st rejoice, "But thou canst boast in richer, nobler pride, For song and science, in exhaustless store; "Yes, these shall live, while ages roll away, A feather, floating on time's rapid stream. Salisbury Craigs. VOL. X. K "The sun descends, and seals the insect's doom, "Yet breathes a spark, to triumph o'er the urn, When worlds dissolve, and time shall be no more." THE THANE OF FIFE THE distinguished author of the poem whose title we have now copied, was first known to the literary world as the bard of "Anster Fair," incomparably the best Mock Heroic in the English language; and we are singularly happy, that, after a long interval, he has once more come forward as a candidate for poetical renown. Knowing him to be a man of various learning, of inexhaustible invention, and of great originality, and allowing for the Horatian care and patience with which we have no doubt he elaborates his performances we certainly opened" The Thane of Fife" with highly-excited expectations of a rich and varied intellectual and imaginative banquet; and it affords us no common pleasure to state, that we were not wholly disappointed; but, on the contrary, discovered a mastery over language, a concentration and vividness of thought, a fertility of incident, and a diversity of character, seldom to be met with in the naked, pompous, and pretending compositions of still more celebrated writers. But, while the beauties of "The Thane of Fife" are so marked and conspicuous, the faults and blemishes are no less prominent; so much so, indeed, that were the beauties and the faults to be placed in the opposite scales of a critical balance, we are not quite sure which side would preponderate. But it may be said, in extenuation, that great faults are the tax which we pay for splendid beauties; and that the mind feels but little interest in, or sympathy with, those too polished, and smoothed, and monotonous compositions, which, like a level and newly-shaven lawn, present no elevations on which the eye can repose, and no inequalities of landscape, to give the charm of contrast, and the buoyancy of expectation. This is, no doubt, to a certain degree, true; but, before we deliver our opinion more in detail, we shall present our readers with a brief outline of the incidents of the poem. Garnard, the son of Brude," who lately reigned in Pictland, o'er her every shire and shore," being " constrained to leave the realm" his father had oppressed by his misrule, had, for many years, wandered an exile, for the purpose of " exciting kings to arm and vindicate his throne." In the course of his peregrinations, he visited the king of the "Cimbrie Chersonese," or Denmark, who, actuated by the roving and buccaneering propensities of his countrymen of that day, rather than guided by any enlightened principles of legitimacy, readily seized the pretence of restoring young Garnard, to make a descent on the coast of Scotland. Accordingly, having made the necessary préparations himself, and been joined by "Harald, the bastard of the Swedish king," the invading force set sail, but encountered a violent storm, which threatened them with summary destruction, as they approached the coast of Caledonia; which they would never have lived to witness, but for a memorable prayer and vow of King Hungar. By the Author of "Anster Fair." Edinburgh; Constable and Co. This wise prince, feeling within himself strong yearnings to devotion, at a time when all men are religious we mean in a gale of wind-offered up a fervent prayer to the Runic God Odin, accompanied with a vow of sacrificing to the Norse Deity, twelve Scottish boys, and as many maidens, should he live to land once more on terra firma. Odin could by no means resist so pious and humane a supplication. The heavens brightened up in an instant" with a gush of radiant light, magnificent.' In less than no time, the array of Danskers landed on the east coast of Fife; whereat, Thor, son of Odin, was so immoderately rejoiced, that he quitted Valhalla-popt down, "like the herald Mercury," on the top of Ben Nevis and yelled forth such " a world-alarming shout," that "trembled Scottish land through all her round." The news of this invasion were soon carried to King Constantine, then holding his court at "Sanct Androis," and who had been just not frighted to death, by a hideous dream, prophetic of change, and ominous of danger. A cabinet council was called, and the first who, on this memorable occasion, appears on the tapis, is " Fife's blameless Lord, the lion-hearted Thane, Macduff." Atholl, Douglas, and others, assist at the council, where his majesty delivers a somewhat lengthy and prosing account of the foresaid dream, which, nevertheless, makes a strong impression. But as some thousand marauding Danes were really no dream, an immediate resolution must be adopt ed. After some demur, it is agreed, that Macduff, with a chosen train, shall repair to the enemy's camp, and "question the intrusive Dane." The Thane accordingly sets out on his mission, arrives at the post of danger, demands a parley with Hungar, and rather gruffly cross-examines him as to the purpose and object of his very unexpected landing; whether, in short, he came "for pastime, and for summer sport," or, "like sea-rover, and sea-bandit stout," after the fashion of his vagabond countrymen, from the fall of the Roman Empire, downwards? The "Royal Dane" replies somewhat sulkily, that he did not come "for pastime, or for summer sport," but, as he was pleased to allege, to reinstal Prince Garnard on his father's throne, and to expel the usurper Constantine. Macduff naturally fires at this treasonable speech, and immediately challenges the Dane to single combat. Hungar accepts, and a furious encounter takes place, in which many thundering blows are given and received. But the whole ends in vapour, and little to the credit, to say nothing of the satisfaction, of either party: for an officious immortal, "Niord, the green-hair'd god, that rules the sea," observing the critical predica ment of his favourite, and conscious that no mortal means could rescue him from the hand of the fiery Scot, instantly leaves his post of reconnoissance at the Isle of May, comes "in a golden chariot, sliding o'er the surge," and circumfuses such a dense mist, that the hot-blooded combatants, missing each other's pates, beat for a while the viewless air, and finding it impossible to renew the fight, retire to their respective adherents. Macduff, who had lost some blood, but who had had the best of the skirmish, sets out, together with his friends, for Sanct Androis; and, in his way, discovers a troop of fairies, tripping it by moonlight, on the light fantastic toe. The Queen of the tiny Elves appears to the gallant Thane lauds to the skies his courage and patriotism; and bestows on him " a magic helm, by fairy artists made," capable of securing the "palace of his soul" from any burglarious assaults of Norse Marauders; and likewise a silver whistle, of such goblinmoving power, that a single shrill blast would suffice to muster every fiend in Araby or the Red Sea. Accoutered with these precious gifts, Macduff and his companions reach Sanct Androis, where it is finally determined that, before enga ging the invaders, the king shall issue a mandate to the Scottish nobility, to assemble with their respective vassals. The Scottish Barons never lent a deaf ear to the call of their king and country. The order was promptly obeyed, and King Constantine in a condition to turn his face to the foe. Meanwhile, the court continued "in Sanct Androis' wall'd defence," waiting the propitious moment to act on |