o'clock in the morning; that he continued it, saving the brief hour of breakfast, till one, and sometimes two o'clock; then shaved, dressed, and went to the hills with his favorite dogs; two tall, rough strong hounds, fit to pull down a stag, and, after some hours exercise, he turned to see such friends as chance or invitation brought to his door. By this mode of economizing time, he marched fast on with a romance; as he always inspired alike when in health, he had no occasion to wait for the descent of the Muse, but dashed away at the rate of sixteen pages of print daily. He wrote freely and without premeditation,* and his corrections were beyond all example few. When he wrote fastest he wrote best, because his heart was in trim." We subjoin a correct list of all Sir Walter's works, for which, strange to say, we are indebted to a French Journal : 1799.-Goëtz de Berlichingen, a tragedy, translated from Goëthe, 1 vol. 1802. Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, 3 vols. 8vo. 1804.-Sir Tristram, I vol. 8vo. 1805. The lady of the Last Minstrel, 1 vol. 8vo. 1806.-Ballads and Lyrical Poetry, 1 vol. 8vo. 1808.-Marmion, 1 vol. 8vo.; The works of Dryden, 18 vols. 8vo. 1809.-Papers and Letters of Sir Ralph Sadler, 2 vols. 8vo.; Collection of Papers of Lord Somers, 3 vols. 4to. 1810. The Poetical Works of Miss Seward, 3 vols. 8vo.; the Lady of the Lake, 1 vol. 8vo. 1811. The Vision of Don Roderick, 1 vol. 8 vo. 1813.-Rokeby, 1 vol. 8 vo.; the Lord of the Isles, 1 vol. 8vo; the Bridal of Triemain, 1 yol. 8vo.; Monumental Antiquities on the frontiers of England and Scotland, 2 vols. 4 to.; Waverly, 3 vols. 12 mo. 1815.-Paul's Letters to his Kinsfolk, 1 vol. 8 vo.; The Battle of Waterloo, 8 vo.; Guy Mannering, 3 vols. 12 mo. 1816. The Antiquary, 3 vols. 12 mo.; Tales of my Landlord, first series; The Black Dwarf and Old Mortality, 4 vols. 12mo. 1817.-Rob Roy, 3 vols. 12 mo. 1818.-Tales of my Landlord, second series; the Heart of Mid Lothian, 4 vols. 8vo. 1819. Tales of my Landlord, third series; the Bride of Lammermuir and the Legend of Montrose, 4 vols.; Provincial Antiquities and Picturesque Views of Scotland, 4 vols. 4 to.; Poems, &c. of P. Carey, 1 vol. 8vo.. *There must be some mistake here. We, ourselves, happen to know, and, indeed, Allan Cunningham has told us, that Sir Walter generally, if not invariably, drew out a plan or skeleton of his story first, and, then proceeded to fill up the outline, deviating, of course, according to the plan of his brilliant imagination. It cannot, therefore, be said, that he " wrote without premeditation."-Ed.-H.F.M.M. 1820.-Ivanhoe, 4 vols. 12 mo.; The Monastery, 3 vols. 12 mo.; The Abbot, 3 vols. 12 mo. 1821.-Kenilworth, 3 vols. 12 mo. 1822.-The Pirate, 3 vols. 12 mo; Fortunes of Nigel, 3 vols, 12 mo.; Halidown Hill, 1 vol. 8 vo. 1823. Peveril of the Peak, 4 vols. 12 mo.; Quentin Durward, 3 vols. 12 mo. 1824. Saint Ronan's Well, 3 vols. 12 mo.; Redgauntlet, 3 vols. 2mo. 1825.-Tales of the Crusaders; the Betrothed and the Talisman, 4 vols. 12 mo. 1826.-Woodstock, 3 vols. 12 mo. 1827.-Chronicles of the Canongate, first series, 2 vols. 12 mo.; Life of Napoleon, 9 vols. 8 vo. 1828-Anne of Geirstein; third series of the Chronicles of the Canongate, translated under the title of Charles the Bold, 3 vols. 12 mo.; Memoirs of Madame la Rochejacquelin, 1 vol. 8vo. ; Letters from Malachi Malegrowther on the Public Funds, 1 vol. 8 vo.; Tales of a Grandfather, on the History of Scotland, first series, 3 vols. 18mo. 1829.-Tales of a Grandfather, on the History of Scotland, second series, 3 vols. 18 mo.; Sermons, by a Layman, &c. 1 vol. 8 vo.; History of Scotland, 2 vols. 12 mo. for the Cabinet Library. 1830. The Ayrshire Tragedy, 1 vol. 8vo.; Tales of a Grandfather, third series, 3 vols. 8vo. 1831.-Tales of a Grandfather, fourth series, 3 vols. 8vo.; Letters on Demonology, 1 vol. 8 vo.; last series of the Chronicles of the Canongate, 4 vols. 8vo. To these may be added several Ballads, and about 4 vols. in prose, comprising Biographical Notices, Essays, &c. inserted originally in the Supplement of the Encyclopædia Britannica. The articles furnished also by Sir Walter Scott to the different Reviews, &c., would besides make up not less than 4 vols. 8vo. ; and during the last four years, he has in a revision of his works, added to the amount of 6 vols. 8 vo. in notes and prefaces. Sir Walter obtained his baronetcy shortly after the accession of George the Fourth, who, whatever were his faults, could never be accused of an indifference to talent and genius. He is succeeded by his eldest son, now Sir Walter, who is in his 32nd year, and a major in the 15th Hussars. The venerable author has left three other children, Mr. Charles Scott of Brazennose College, Oxford, Mrs. Lockhart, (the lady of the talented Editor of the Quarterly Review, who, by the by, is specially enjoined to write the memoirs of his illustrious relative, and Miss Scott, who, we believe, accompanied her afflicted parent on his recent tour in Italy and the Mediterranean. LINES, Written in the last number of Ackermann's "Forget Me Not." Beloved! If in after years To part from thee should be my lot,- Thou shall not be by me forgot! THE MUTINY; AN EVENT IN THE LIFE OF A SETTLER. W. In one of my rambles in the bush, I came unexpectedly one evening to a small log-house, high up among the hills to the southward. The spot was lonely-I may say-desolate; but there was, nevertheless, an appearance of comfort, if not of taste, about this solitary habitation, which very much took my fancy. A beautiful knoll of smooth, green sward, well cleared, and, when I first saw it, glowing in the golden beams of a bright setting summer's sun, fronted the house; while the rear was clothed with some of the most luxuriant of our flowering shrubs and evergreens. A few acres of cultivated land, bearing a bountiful and abundant crop, were spread somewhat irregularly around the dwelling, and a small stream, or rivulet of the purest and most sparkling water, ran joyously over its uneven bed, at the extremity of the green knoll, which fronted the house. I had had a long day's cruise, and the sight of such a haven was cheering to my wearied spirit. I did not for a moment doubt the cordiality of my reception; for, at the time of which I speak, every log-hut was an open house;" and every bush-rambler a welcomed guest: if there was nothing else to be had, we were sure of some mutton, and a damper, with, perchance, a basin of tea, or a noggin of rum-remuneration, of course, being entirely out of the question. 66 But, there was something out of the common way, about the solitary dwelling, to which I am now alluding, which made me hesitate somewhat, before I sought admission. I was leaning on my gun, and looking about me, when an elderly, and most gentle "Pray, manly man came out of the house, and thus addressed me:sir, walk in: I see you have travelled far; and I beg you will not hesitate to make my poor hut your home." I followed him, accordingly, and entered the house. If I was prepossessed in favor of this lonely dwelling, merely by a hasty glance at its external aspect, my impression was very considerably increased, by a view of its internal arrangements. The apartment, into which I was conducted, was not only furnished with every regard to comfort, but, even, to a certain degree, of elegance. A comfortable couch, a handsome Brussels' carpet, an excellent piano-forte, with chairs and tables, of the most approved European fashion-imparted to the place an air of refinement, very different to what I expected to find in a situation so sequestered, and, apparently, SO remote from the haunts of mankind. But, I had yet to learn, that the proprietor of this solitary and secluded domicile, was, in every sense of the term, a strange and most extraordinary being. I have often thought his mind was "touched;" and, indeed, his story-as imparted by him to me, and now by me to the world—will afford sufficient ground for such a supposition: it is one of the most agonizing trials, which the human heart can suffer and survive. On seating myself, my host, whom I shall call Mr. Edwards, placed on the table a case of spirits, some wine, with some cold meat; and ordering an old man-servant to prepare a kangaroo steamer, he urged me to commence operations on the fare he had already provided. I soon found him to be gifted with extensive information-in every respect, indeed, a man of great and very superior intelligence, with a dash of that wild, but amusing eccentricity, which usually betokens the existence of mental aberration. At once pleased and surprised at so unexpected a rencontre, I exerted my conversational powers to the utmost, and was happy to find, that they were not exerted in vain: I was pressingly invited to extend my visit, and found, that-I don't know how-I had, by some means, gained the esteem and confidence of the Recluse. We spent a most delightful and intellectual evening. The witthe fitful gaiety-the rich stores of anecdote and information, with occasional gleams of enthusiasm, varied by clouds of melancholyall contributed to impart an interest to the stranger, which made an irresistible impression upon me: and this was greatly enhanced by a narrative of his adventures, which he related to me, on the evening of the second day of my visit, in words, as nearly as I can recollect, to the following effect: "I am the descendant of an old and somewhat eminent family, in the west of England. My father was in the Commission of the Peace; kept his fox-hounds, and lived in that jovial and hospitable style, so characteristic, at the time I speak of, of the English country squire. My mother was a gentle and retiring woman, the younger daughter of a wealthy baronet; and a sister and myself constituted their only offspring. Of my childhood, I need say nothing it passed over in the usual way, deriving little benefit from any formal instruction, but considerably cultivated by the care and kindness of my excellent mother. At nine years of age I was consigned to the tuition of our parish curate; and at sixteen I was entered a gentleman commoner of Wadham College, Oxford. It was my father's intention to have me educated for the church; as there. was a good living in the gift of my mother's family; but, from my earliest remembrance, my whole desire was to visit foreign climes, and to explore the most distant regions of the globe. Amply, indeed, has this desire been gratified. For a period of twenty-five years, my life was a continued succession of changes. Twice I circumnavigated the globe; three times I was in China; twice in Egypt, and more than once sailed along the whole land-board of America, from Nootka Sound to Cape Horn. And what has all this restlessness availed me? It has cured me of my roving disposition, it is true, and induced me to spend the remainder of my life in solitude and seclusion, sixteen thousand miles from the merry dales and green woods of my native land. "Of the various adventures, necessarily incident to a life so changeable, I shall now say nothing; but shall confine my present narrative to the account of an event which occurred on my passage hither, and which determined me never again to leave the first haven, that afforded me refuge. I have religiously adhered to my resolution, and am not now likely to break it. "In the month of April 18- I took my passage for New South Wales, in the ship Elizabeth, John Betts, commander. She was chartered in London to convey a hundred emigrants, chiefly females, independently of the cabin passengers, which amounted to twelve more. I was accompanied by my wife and one infant child, a beautiful boy about four years of age. My wife, Sir, was a very extraordinary woman, and as deeply imbued as myself with the love of travelling; had it been otherwise, she would always have accompanied me in my wanderings; for the love we felt for each other, was of that intense and absorbing nature, that no consideration would have induced her to endure a separation; and, in the present instance, she looked forward with delight to a visit to a country, in every respect so interesting and peculiar as Australia.” 66 Being pretty well accustomed to ships and sailors, I soon found that my present voyage was likely to be a very disagreeable one. Our cabin passengers, eight men and fourteen females, were low, ignorant adventurers, while the captain was an illiterate and tyrannical brute, with no more feeling than a capstan. The surgeon, however, was an exception, for he was in every respect a gentleman, while the chief mate was the only smart fellow on board, and a finer young man never trod a ship's deck. There was something interesting in this youth's manners, which were far superior to those of his calling generally, and, certainly, he seemed very much out of his proper place amongst the officers and crew of the good ship Elizabeth. I learnt, during the voyage, that he was of a good |