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to meet, Sir, Yo? most affectionat At Leith there is a Bath-Stove, Ecousin and servant,

rected and set up by William Paul, (Signed) MONTROSE. after the fashion of Poland and GerLondon, Feb. 19.

many, which is approven by all the Doctors of Physick and Apothecaries

in Edinburgh, and elsewhere: As also For Collonell Grame of Clavers.

by all Travellers and Gentlemen, To

be a Sovereign Remedy in curing of (For his Majestie's speciall service.) all Diseases, and for preventing of Sir,—The Lo. Comissioner shewd sicknesses both of young and old,

Men, VVomen, and Children, from y? letter. If there be any danger by half-year upward : VVith the help of horse, it most be from the Border ; so

Doctors of Physick thereto. propose what yow judge expedient,

The foresaid Bath-Stove will conand writt it to yoĚ. of Dumbarton. tain twelve or fifteen Persons, which The army is thus posted: the foot, will be bathed in half an hours time horse, and dragoons, which were w! L! Gen!! Drum! and Coll. Dowglas, if they repair as they do to Bathes in

after they enter the Bathe. Likewise are at or near Air ; what can be spared other countreyes, this Bathe is able to from this will goe thither also. The militia, which revendevouzes at Lith- give content to Fourscore Persons agow, are to be posted at Glasgow till day,

The Diseases that are commonly they be put in order. Marq?. of Athole Cured by the said Bathe, are these; will have above 3000 in Argyleshyr ; The Hydropsie, the

Gout, Deafnesse, the Marq? of Huntly some more at the Itch, sore Eyes, the Cold, unsenLochness-head, but not so soon; Athole being already into Argyle. Charles siblenesse of the Flesh, the trembling

Axes, the Irish Ague, cold Defluxions Campbell

, sonne to Argyle, is levying inwardly, the Melancholick disease, in Argyle some heritors ; and toward the Collíck, and all naturall diseases 300 commons have joined him. Argyle that are Curable. Probatum est. keeps yo sea w! 5 ships ; the frigats The Degrees and Prices of the Bathwill be with him shortly. The king

Stove. hath sent commissiones to Coll. Dowglas The first Degree,1 l. sh. d. and you, as brigadeers both of horse

for preserving the >00 12 00 Scots. and foot : Dowglas is prior in date.

Health, Ships by both seas are comeing on

The second Degree, Argyle; and some armes, both for

for giving or pro

-00 18 00 horse and foot, are comeing hither by a yacht. Wee hear y! about 30 hors

curing Health,..

The third Degree, men cameover y? Border, and returned

for bringing out in few hours. Wee have writt to

hidden Diseases Soi 04 00 Feilding, who is deputy governour


out of the Bones Carlyle, to correspond w! yow, and wee

and Inward parts, desyre yow may wt him. "Lett us hear

For Bathing

of freq'ly, and yow shall have still return

Maids and Chil- 00 06 00 from, Sir, Your affectionat friends and

dren,........ servants, (Signed) QUEENSBERRIE, Com'.

00 04 00

Glasse, ...
Perth, Cancell.

Ye shall have all the dayes of the

week for men to Bathe, except Friday, TARBAT.

which is reserv'd for Women and Chile Ed. 23 May 1685.


This Bathe is to be used at all times Haste Feilding's letter to him.

and seasons, both Summer and Winter; and every Person that comes to Bathe, must bring clean Linines with them for their own use, especially

clean Shirts. [The following curious old handbill is reprinted, literatim, from a copy preserved

This Bath-Stove is to be found in in the Advocates' Library. It is without Alexander Hayes Closse, over against date, but is probably as old, at least, as the Entry of Babylon, betwixt the Tole the beginning of last century.]

booth and the Shore.

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Yea! long as Nature's humblest Child Hath kept her Temple undefiled

By sinful sacrifice, Earth's fairest scenes are all his own, He is a Monarch, and his Throne Is built amid the skies !



BESIDE her Babe, who sweetly slept,
A widow'd Mother sat and wept

O'er years of love gone by ;
And as the sobs thick-gathering came,
She murmur'd her dead Husband's name

Mid that sad lullaby.

ALBION ! a tutelary Power is thine,
Who lifts thy name among the nations high,
Radiant as Seraph, though of earthly line,
The Eldest-born of Love and Liberty.
A tranquil glory sits upon her face,
That speaks a spirit worthy of her birth ;
Though bright with beauty, majesty, and

grace, Her chosen dwelling is the Cottage-Hearth. There calm she reigns, while sinless Bliss

beguiles The evening-hours with vows of endless

truth, While round her knees the lisping Baby

smiles, Or garrulous Age repeats the tale of Youth. Though calm her soul as Ocean's waveless

breast, Wo to that Tyrant who shall break her rest!

N. 3 S

Well might that lullaby be sad,
For not one single friend she had

On this cold-hearted Earth ;
Vol. I.

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To a young Lady caressing her infant CELESTIAL Friendship ! if yet ne'er proBrother.

fan'd O TAKE not, dearest Mary ! from my view Thy hallow'd Shrine hath in my heart re

main'd, That gentle boy, who, in thy fond embrace

Still foster there, with undecaying flame, Delighted smiling, lends more winning grace

Affections worthy of thy sacred name, Unto thy airy form and blooming hue.

And give to cheer this dark’ning Path be'Tis sweet on these young eyes of liquid blue

low To gaze-and in the features of a face, Where nought of Ill hath stampt unhallow'd While o'er the Past I linger with a sigh,

The cordial joys congenial spirits know.. trace,

And mark Affliction's storms impending To read “ whate'er is Lovely, Pure, and


The airy visions of Life's opening day, Ah! happy Child! too soon the Early Dew

And Manhood's brighter dreams all past Of youth shall fade, and scorching suns de


Yet_ere the bosom's genial fires depart, The Vernal Freshness time can ne'er renew!

And care and sadness settle round the heart Yet sip a while the Elysian draught of joy

Oh! yet before those Evil Days begin, Yet dream a little longer safe from harms

When all grows dark without, and cold No ill can reach thee in these angel arms !

within, E. Come, Heavenly Power! with hope-reviving

ray, And chase the brooding Shadows far away,

Pour on my soul thy sweet and tranquil To a revered Female Relative.


Like softest moonshine stealing on the night, LADY, when I behold thy thoughtful eye, And bid immortal Faith thy lamp illume, Dwelling benignantly upon thy Child,

Undimm'd through life-unquench'd ev'n Or hear thee, in maternal accents mild,

in the tomb !

S. Speak of Departed Friends so tenderly It seems to me as years now long gone by Were come again, with early visions fraught, And hopes sublime, and heavenly musings, caught

LINES ON THE GRAVE OF A CHILD. From those kind eyes that watch'd my in. fancy !

Oh, sweet my Baby! liest thou here,
Friend of my Mother ! often in my heart So low, so cold, and so forsaken?
Thy kindred image shall with Her's arise, And cannot a sad Father's tear
The throb of holier feeling to impart ; Thy once too lovely smiles awaken ?
And aye that gentle Maid, whom sweetest

Ah, no! within this silent tomb

Thy Parents' hopes receive their doom ! Of human care around thy soul entwine, Shall with a brother's love be bound to mine. Oh, sweet my Baby! round thy brow

The Rose and Yew are twin'd together; Aug. 29, 1812.

The Rose was blooming—so wast Thou-
Too blooming far for Death to gather.

The Yew was green, and green to me

For ever lives thy Memory.
To an Infidel.

I have a flower, that press'd the mouth

Of one upon his cold bier lying,
All is in change,—yet there is nothing lost: To me more fragrant than the South,
The dew becomes the essence of the flower O'er banks of op'ning violets flying;
Which feeds the insect of the sunny hour,

Although its leaves look pale and dry, Now leat, now pinion ;-though the hills How blooming to a Father's eye !

were tost By the wild whirlwinds, like the summer

Oh, sweet my Baby! is thine head dust,

Upon a rocky pillow lying? Would not an atom perish ;-Nature's And is the dreary grave thy bed

Thy lullaby a Father's sighing ? power Knows not annihilation, and her dower

Oh, chang'd the hour since thou didst rest Is universal Fitness never crost.

Upon a Mother's faithful breast ! Is all eternal, save the Mind of Man, Oh! can I e'er forget the kiss The masterpiece and glory of the whole, I gave thee on that morn of mourning, The wonder of creation ?-is a span

That last sad tender parting bliss To limit the duration of the Soul

From Innocence to God returning !
To drop ere its career is well begun,

Mayst thou repay that kiss to me,
Like a proud steed far distant from the goal. In realms of bright eternity!

D. F: A.


Lalla Rookh. An Oriental Romance. lation, it is probable that many of our

By Thomas MOORE. 4to. Lon- readers have not yet seen this delightdon, Longman and Co. 1817. ful romance, and will be obliged to us

for an analysis of the “ Fire Wor( Concluded from page 285.)

shippers” and “ The Light of the When we gave our readers an account Haram,” with such extracts as may of the “ Veiled Prophet of Khoras- enable them to judge for themselves san,” and “ Paradise and the Peri,” of the poetical genius which they disthe romance of Lalla Rookh had just play. They must bear in remembeen presented to the public, and brance the wild and supernatural masome anxiety was naturally felt by the jesty of the Veiled Prophet-the pomp friends and admirers of Mr Moore, and magnificence of his array, when respecting its ultimate destiny. For waging war against tyranny and su- the first time, he had come forward as perstition—the demoniac and remorsethe author of a long and continuous less wickedness of his soul, rendered work; and while they, who saw in his fierce and savage by the hideous aspect former short compositions convincing with which nature had cursed himand satisfactory evidence that he had his scorn, and mockery, and insult, the strength and power of a poet, con and murder, of all the best hopes, and fidently hoped that his oriental ro- passions, and aspirations of humanity mance would entitle him to sit by the his headlong and precipitous career, side of his loftiest contemporaries, whether in victory or defeat—his sinothers, again, who had hitherto re- ful and insane enjoyment of distracgarded him in the light of an elegant tion, misery, and blood—and, finally, and graceful versifier merely, were his last mortal repast, where he sat afraid that he had rashly committed alone amid the poisoned carcases of himself in too great an undertaking, his deluded proselytes,--and that fearand anticipated failure, discomfiture, ful plunge into annihilation from the and defeat. On the first appearance, shipwreck of his insatiable ambition, therefore, of this work, there was a

which left on earth only the rememkind of doubting, and pausing hesita- brance of his name and the terror of tion and perplexity, in the minds of his guilt. In contrast with this mysthose readers who think it better to terious Personification, they will recriticise than to admire; and who, in- member the pure and lofty faith of stead of yielding to the genial sense of the heroic Azim in the creed and desdelight which the inspiration of genius tiny of the Impostor-his agony on .awakens, are intent only on the dis- discovering the delusion under which covery of faults, defects, and imper- he had cherished such elevating dreams fections, and ever seeking opportunities -his silent, and uncomplaining, and of displaying their own acumen and rooted despair, when he finds his perspicacity. But this wavering un Zelica the prey of sin and insanitycertainty in the public mind soon gave his sudden apparition, like a Warway to favourable decision; the carp- God, among the triumphant troops of ing criticism of paltry tastes and li- the Caliph—and at last, when his mited understandings faded before that victorious career is closed, his retireburst of admiration with which all ment into solitude, and his calm and enlightened spirits hailed the beauty happy death, a gray-haired man, on and magnificence of Lalla Rookh; the grave of her he had loved, and and it was universally acknowledged whose Vision, restored to former innothroughout Britain, that the star of cence and beauty, comes to bless the Moore's genius, which had long been hour of his dissolution. Powerfully seen shining on the horizon, had now and beautifully drawn as these two reached its altitude in heaven, and Characters are, and impressive when burnt with uneclipsed glory among its separately considered, it will be felt surrounding luminaries.

that the most striking effect is proAs, however, a two-guinea quarto duced by their opposition, and that must have a comparatively slow circu- the picture of wicked ambition, relent

less cruelty, insatiable liccntiousness, shall the miserable wretch walk over and blaspheming atheism, stands more to that calm and dreamlike land where prominently forward from the canvass, his own infancy played ? For, red when placed beside that of self-ne- though be his hands and his soul, he glecting heroism, forgiving generosity, was once like that spotless Child. The pure love, and lofty devotion.

poet feels--deeply feels that sentiment But if the wild tale of the Veiled of our Christian Religion, which alone Prophet possessed the imagination of would prove its origin to have been our readers, and awoke all their shud- divine ; and representing repentance dering sympathies, they will not easily as the only operation of spirit by which forget the mild and gentle beauties of our human nature can be restored from “ Paradise and the Peri,” and will turn the lowest depth of perdition to its to it, from the perusal of the other, with first state of comparative innocence, he such feelings of placid delight as when supposes its first-shed tears not only the soul reposes on the sunny slope of to save the soul of the weeper, but, a pastoral hill, after its descent from by a high and mysterious agency, to the grim cliffs of a volcanic mountain. open the gates of Paradise to the Peri, Never was a purer and more dazzling as if the sacred shower alike restored, light shed over the dying countenance refreshed, and beautified, mortal and of a self-devoted patriot, than over immortal Beings. that hero whose heart's blood the Peri We feel that our remembrances have carries to Paradise. There is no need- carried us away from our present main less description-no pouring out of object. Yet we hope for indulgence. vague and general emotions-none of Poetry is not framed for the amusethe common-places of patriotism; but ment of a passing hour. The feelings the story of the fallen Hero tells itself. it excites are lodged in the depths of The situation is all in all; his last every meditative soul, and when it is sighs are breathed beneath the over considered what undue influence the shadowing wings of a celestial crea- low-born cares and paltry pursuits of ture, sympathizing in her own fall ordinary existence seem, by a kind of with the sorrows of humanity; and mournful necessity, to exert over the lying thus by the blood-stained waters very best natures, it can never be a of his native river, with the red blade vain or useless occupation, to recall bebroken in his hand, what more beau-fore us those pure and lofty visions tiful and august picture can be con which are created by the capacities ceived of unconquerable Virtue ? The rather than the practices of the spirit second picture, of the Lovers dying of within us, and with which our very the Plague, is not less exquisite. The sympathy proves the grandeur and soul is at once filled with that fear magnificence of our destiny. and horror which the visitation strikes T'he ground-work of the “ Fire through its vital blood ; while, at the Worshippers," is the last and fatal same time, the loveliness, the stillness, struggle of the Ghebers, or Persians the serenity of the scene in which of the old religion, with their Arab Death is busy, chaining the waves of conquerors.

With the interest of this passion into a calm,- do most beauti- contest, there is combined (as is usual fully coalesce with the pure love and in all such cases) that of a love story; perfect resignation of the youthful and though we confess ourselves hostile victims, till the heart is left as happy in general to this blending of indiviin the contemplation of their quiet dual with general feelings, as destrucdecease, as if Love had bound them tive of the paramount importance of to life and enjoyment. Yet the con- the one, and the undivided intensity cluding picture of the sinless Child of the other; yet, in this instance, and the repentant Ruffian is perhaps great skill is shewn in the combination still more true to poetry and to na of the principal and subordinate adture. Never did genius so beautify ventures, and if there be an error of religion ; never did an uninspired pen judgment in such a plan, it is amply so illustrate the divine sentiment of a atoned for by the vigour and energy divine Teacher. What a dark and of the execution. The scene is laid frightful chasm is heard to growl be on the Persian side of the gulph which tween the smiling sleep of the blessed separates that country from Arabia, Infant and the wakeful remorse of the and is sometimes known by the despairing Vurderer ! By what bridge name of Oman's Sea. The Fire Wor

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