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tunes—and solemnly was that promise back the few luxuries which habit had fulfilled.

rendered necessary to his father's comfort. For three years subsequent to their On an inclement December morning, arrival at Madras, this affectionate mother Andrew received the half-crown, which, was annually cheered by news of their as usual, had been saved at the expense welfare under their own hands, and by of many privations to his mother, from accounts of their well doing in letters the small sum settled on his parents by from her relative, who seemed to have a few opulent relations, and had reached contracted for the youths a regard truly the threshold of the cottage, when he paternal.

was stopped by Mrs. Elliott, who deAs the fourth season approached a letter clared it would be madness to proceed. arrived from their protector; but it con- The fall of snow had been incessant tained not the usual enclosure from her throughout the night, and lay many sons. For this disappointment she was, feet deep on the moor-land tract he had however, more than consoled, by learning to traverse; but the adventurous youth, that the eldest had been appointed mas- nothing daunted, kissed her affectionter of one of his cousin's country ships, ately, saying, “Never fear, mother," in which his brother sailed as clerk, and and bounded off, whistling a merry tune, that, having considerable venture of their ere she had time to utter another own on board, they would most probably word. realize a considerable profit.

Anxiously she gazed after her sole Time wore away ; the dreary season earthly treasure, till recalled by the of winter came and disappeared, and querulous voice of her husband, who May, with its sunshine and its flowers, was incommoded by the inrush of cold again gladdened the face of nature, when air from the open door. the aged pastor

Bedrule, rode up one “ John Elliott," said the meek wife, morning to the door of Mr. Elliott's roused to resentment at his selfishness humble dwelling. His presence, which by fears for his son, “you have periled had hitherto always diffused a gleain of the life of Andrew for the gratification gladness over the desolate heart of its of a pampered appetite; and should mistress, now failed of its usual effect, aught that is evil befal him, miserable and she felt as if it would prove the will be your latter end! Unfeeling man! forerunner of more heavy misfortune. surely the brown bread, which nourishes After the usual greetings, the divine led your wife and boy, might have sufficed to the subject of the trials and crosses of you one day at least :” and covering her life, and the instability of all sublunary agonized features with her apron, she blessings; when Mrs. Elliott, unable burst into tears. longer to repress her terrors, clasped her It was the first reproachful word that hands together, exclaiming, “ You have had ever passed her lips, and it sounded heard bad news from India !”

in the ears of the astonished husband as It was but too true. The Nabob, prophetic of evil. Gladly, had it been after a prosperous voyage, sunk when possible, would he have recalled the boy; almost in sight of Madras Roads, and for, if he loved any thing on earth beevery soul on board perished !

yond his own ease, it was little Andrew; The sorrow of the bereaved mother and the hours of this weary day were was silent, but deep; and she clung passed in torturing anxiety by the mowith increased affection to her only ther, and in fitful gloom and unkind remaining treasure, her last-born son. fretfulness by the laird. In the mean

This boy went daily to a school, about while, Andrew, struggling with the bittwo miles distant from the cottage; and ter blast, at length reached the house of being too young at the time to retain a lady nearly related to his father, half any distant recollection of the more pros- frozen with cold, and covered with snow. perous fortunes of his family, was joyous Here he received the utmost attention and gay as youth, health, and innocence, and kindness, and after dinner went out, could render him. With the master he as she thought, to purchase the few had the reputation of being an apt scholar, articles he wanted. but somewhat inclined to neglect his “ Dinna idle away y'ere time, Anbook; whilst his schoolfellows regarded drew,” said the old domestic of his rehim as a kind of leader, wherever fun, lative, “or ye'll na see home this night.” frolic, or rare mischief was going for- “ That's true, Janet,” replied the boy, ward. It was one of young Andrew as he passed through the door he was Elliott's duties to go every Saturday to never again fated to enter. the neighbouring market-town, and bring The idea of pushing his fortune abroad


had first occurred to Andrew, on the which, though it allayed the terrors of suggestion of apprenticing him to a

Mrs. Elliott for the life of her son, overwealthy tobacconist at Glasgow. He whelmed her with affliction for the step had often felt the Saturday marketing he had taken. galling to his feelings; but it was for his She returned heart-stricken to her father's comfort, or rather, to save now solitary cottage, dreading to enbeloved mother from his repinings. But counter alone the expected repinings of to become the drudge of a low trader! her husband; but John Elliott expressed the proud spirit of his ancient race re- an exultation at the spirit of his son, that volted at the anticipated degradation. sounded still more discordant in the ears “ Rather, far rather, will I be a soldier,” of the surviving mother than would have soliloquized the youth, as he buffeted done the most unseasonable complainthe wintry blast on the Dunion-side. ings. Ah, no! not a soldier, but a sailor.” On reaching Berwick, the half-crown At this moment the sound of cart- was nearly exhausted, and Andrew El. wheels, dragging heavily along the deep liott, perhaps, in the interior of his road, attracted his notice, and he halted bosom, repented of the precipitancy of till the vehicle came in sight.

his fight. But he wandered to the It was the minister's man of Bedrule, shore; and gazing on the bay, the most going to Ital for coals; the temptation extensive sheet of water that had yet was too powerful to be resisted. “As I met his eye, he forgot his destitute am resolved to embrace a seafaring life, plight, and stood transfixed with delight, this day is as good as another,” cogitated unheeding the approach of footsteps, till Andrew. “ But, my mother — well, a rough hand was placed on his shoulder, never could I take leave of my poor and a man in a sailor's jacket exmother."

claimed This last idea was conclusive. Symie “ Hast got out of soundings, youngagreed to take him to Ital for a shilling; ster?

Would'st like to be a sailor?" and, on leaving the house of his relative, “ That I would, above all things," the runaway found the man ready to answered the wanderer; and he looked start from the toll-house, where he had wistfully towards the smacks in the stopped to bait his horses. Many were offing. the misgivings of the wanderer, as mile “ Jerry Ward's your man, then, my after mile intervened between him and lad, if you're neither a runaway 'prenthe cottage of his parents, and sad be- tice nor a deserter.” came his heart as the image of his The frankness of the skipper opened deserted mother rose to his mental the heart of Andrew, and in a few mivision.

nutes he was master of his history. The But who can paint the anxiety of the old seaman pondered a little; it was a bereaved mother through this wearisome moment of intense anxiety to the young day, or the agony she suffered during adventurer. the lagging hours of the long dark night The ponderings of Jerry ended, howwhich succeeded? The image of her ever, favourably to his wishes. boy perishing with cold on the black “ Thou can'st not do better, boy; the Dunion's-side, or entombed beneath the sea will make a man of thee;" and bawl. deep wreaths of snow accumulated in ing, “ Boat, a-hoy !” the skipper and the hollows of the road, was ever present his protégé in a few minutes stood on to her imagination. Ere day-dawn she the deck of the Tweed. rose and made her way to the house of a

For the next two years the runaway neighbour, whom she entreated to ac- accompanied the skipper in various trips company her to the town in search of to and from London, and once as far as

The track was nearly impass- the Baltic; first, as cabin-boy, and afable by an additional fall of snow in the terwards in various capacities as occasion night; but the tears of the distracted required. parent prevailed, and they set out on His scholarship and knowledge of one of Mr. Dickson's stoutest horses, arithmetic occasionally stood the skipper slowly picking their way along the in good stead; in short, Andrew Elliott road.

had grown a personage of no mean imOn alighting at the house of the lady portance on board the smack ; and Jerry already mentioned, suspense was at an Ward even contemplated promoting him end. The runaway had intrusted a line to the dignity of mate, when a circumto one of the Berwick carriers whom stance occurred that materially changed they met at a hedge ale-house, and the colour of his destiny, and separated

her son.

him from his rough, though kind-hearted home, but understanding that the Em master.

press of Russia offered great encourageShortly after the commencement of ment to British officers to enter her navy, the revolutionary war in North America, he hurried to London, tendered his serthe runaway encountered a press-gang vices to the Russian ambassador, which at Wapping, and was taken on board the were accepted; and carrying with him Tender moored opposite the Tower. Jerry letters of introduction to the late AdmiWard conjectured, from the unusual ral Grieg, was appointed to the same length of Andrew's absence, what had rank in the Russian navy which he had occurred; and though he could not claim held in that of Britain. him as an apprentice, still, if money In the meantime a knowledge of the could have redeemed him, it would not virtues and prosperity of her boy consoled have been wanting; but the spirit of his affectionate mother for his absence, adventure being still strong in the mind while his more selfish father dwelt with of the youth, he unhesitatingly accepted delight on the hope that he would one the bounty, and was transferred to a day return to re-purchase the lands of frigate lying in the Downs.

his ancestors, and restore the fallen forAfter a six months' cruise in the tunes of his race. But this day the aged Mediterranean, the vessel put into Gib- laird was never fated to behold; a few raltar, where lay several vessels, one of months after the death of his faithful which bore a commodore's flag.

partner, he also was consigned to the last Inquiring the name of this officer, resting-place of his fathers, their latter the runaway heard with a feeling of un- days having been spent in ease and combounded rapture, the name of the gallant fort by the liberal bounty of their son. conqueror of Thurot. Obtaining leave Years sped on, and, at the death of to go on board the flag-ship, he sought the Empress, the runaway was high in and obtained an interview with Com- command in the Russian navy. He modore Elliott, told his name, his line- had no ties in his native land, and had age, and the motives that led him to besides married a lady of rank in his leave his home and embrace the life of adopted country. He never returned a sailor.

to Scotland-never re-purchased his anThe gallant seaman

un- cestral lands; and the once ancient race acquainted with the fallen fortunes of his of the lairds of Swingdale is unknown, former neighbour and namesake; and except in the tradition of the Scottish delighted with the bold, adventurous border.

AN OLD TRUE BLUE. spirit of the youth, obtained his discharge Edinburgh. from the frigate, and got him rated as a midshipman on board his own vessel. THE SPIRIT OF NAPOLEON,

Andrew Elliott was now in that rank of society he had for years panted to

(For the Parterre). attain ; and well worthy did he shew himself of his advancement. By the Hush'd were the watchers of the dead, and in most rigid economy, he not only contrived that silent room, to maintain the appearance of a gentle- The funeral lights shone dim and faint on the man, but to transmit to his parents a

A fair haird boy lay calm in death with royal small token of his continued remem- blazons round, brance, whenever an opportunity offered. Oh! who could think that pallid brow was in

its cradle crown'd ? Indefatigable in his endeavours to attain a knowledge of his profession--brave, The cold, the still, the passionless, could never even to rashness, in battle--he passed the The martyr wreath of thorns that wait the period of his noviciate with much credit

winner of a throne.

Calm as a peasant child he lay in that unbroken to himself, and greatly to the satisfaction

rest, of his superiors in command.

And the tri-colour as peacefully was folded on For about ten months he had been

his breast. acting-lieutenant on board the B

Through the regal chamber of the dead a low

and moaning sigh, when peace was concluded with the And a wailing wind that shook the plumes United States of America, and he was swept cold and rustling by. once more set adrift in the world, with. The silent watchers' hearts grew faint with a out being entitled to even the small

strange and fearful thrill,

As the floating plumes waved wildly up- then pittance of lieutenant's half-pay.

sank-and all was still! But the spirit of adventure was not But another form stood by that bier, dim, extinguished in his breast : he did not

shadowy, and pale,

A shape half hid and half disclosed as Ibrough even gratify himself by a visit to his a cloudy veil;

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The folded arms— the eagle eye-all knew the tight on his shoulders by the aid of two

mighty one; The slumberer in the island grave look'd on

or three neckcloths, which would smother bis silent son !

an ordinary mortal in December. AnThe imperial conqueror, whose brows had borne other fellow hobbles past us in a pair of

the iron crown, The eagle of a hundred fights, look'd there in

immense Wellington boots, or, at least,

with his ankles thickly enveloped in prosadness down. A shadow by the early dead! both sire and son digious gaiters-an article of wearing

apparel which is at once the most snobGlory, is such thy heritage ?—is such thy guer. don, Fame?

bish and disagreeable. We ourselves “Welcome, my son! our shadowy land has are of a peculiarly delicate constitution, room enough for thee,

and, above all, are liable to sore throats The sceptre and the laurel wreath are idle

from the easterly winds. But what is pageantry ; Thy father's course (a whirlwind's sweep) has

the use of all the precautions we can use, past from earth away

if fellows will wriggle past us dressed so What has he now?-a little grave, where the thinly that their own miserable bloodless

willow branches play ; Earth, and an almost nameless stone; and

bodies chill the air more completely than flowers, a woman's hand

Eurus himself could, with Leslie's freez. Reard in her true and simple grief, are bis in ing machine in his hand, and an iceberg

that wild land ! Long look'd he o'er his prison waves-the un

in each pocket? We are convinced that crown'd and banish'd one

our last cough, from which, indeed, we With a heart whose blighted energies still are scarcely yet recovered, was inflicted trusted to his son.

on us by a man in Nankeen trowsers, Rome's King, and France's hope thou wert

who stood beside us several minutes as Napoleon's earliest born!Tbe purple and the diadem from kneeling

we waited for a friend by the Glasgow monarchs torn

mail. These things ought to be looked The golden eagles masterless on many a glorious to a little more closely; and if people

plainThe war-sword of Marengo's field, were left to

would only have the sense to dress by a thee-in vain !

thermometer, it would shew more wisAshes and dust thou art, my son !—but welcome dom than we are at present disposed to

to the grave, Whose dark oblivion bides alike the conqueror slight change of the present style, be a

allow them. There might, by a very and slave! Both sire and son are with the past!-let future graduated scale of dress. In summer,

ages tell What the young Avenger might have been, who

instead of having the thermometer at has bid the world farewell !

eighty in the shade, the mercury might E.S. CRAVEN, be made to rise to the words silk stock

ings and nankeens—as it gradually desON THE ART OF DRESSING cended, it might point to cotton stockTHE HUMAN BODY. ings, boots, cloth trowsers, drawers, and

jackets, till at last it sunk fairly down to We are surprised that people do not great-coats, worsted gloves, and Belcher follow our example in other things, and fogles. As to the colour of the habiliadapt their appearance and costume of ments, that, of course, ought to be left body, at least, to the different seasons of to the taste of the individual; but all the year, if they cannot, like us, change men should not wrap themselves in the shape and fashion of their thoughts. windings of exactly the same tints and We beheld a man, the other day, Aut- shades. No sooner does some colour tering along Prince's-street, with light come down strongly recommended from jean trowsers, and a white straw hat. some London candidate for the Fleet, Has the animal no perception of changes than universal Edinburgh appears in the in the atmosphere; or, as we rather same hue. Say the colour fixed upon is suspect, has he only one pair of nether green-forth stalks a writer's clerk, fresh habiliments in the world? However it from the Orkneys, with a back as broad may be, he ought to be kept in solitary as his desk, and whiskers as red as his confinement; for the man who would sealing-wax, and struts about for a few outrage public decorum in this way, days in the livery of Oberon and the would have little scruple in murdering Fairies. People with faces more luguhis nearest relation. We are offended brious than if their aunts had recovered every time we walk the streets, with a from a fever, make up, by the gaiety of thousand instances of similar insanity. their dress, for the fnnereal expression A person, in the heats of June or July, of their features. White hats are cockcomes sweltering up to us buckled in a ed up with a ludicrous jauntiness over prodigious great-coat, which he probably grizzled locks, on which a nightcap would terms a surtout; and carries his head be more becoming; and, in short, with

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out reference to age, size, character, or chief rest carelessly on your shoulders. profession, every man struts forth as Hast thou dark waving ringlets? O nearly in the fashion as he can. But maid, whose eyes now cast a halo of their “ what have we with men to do?" Let own light over our pages, let red roses us advert to the ladies--Not unto thee, and pale honeysuckle nestle amid their O thin-lipped and narrow-shouldered tresses ! Do thy blue eyes shine, like virgin, blooming on, like the other ever- stars of joy, beneath the fleecy clouds of greens, in thy fifty-second winter, with thy light-falling hair? Twine a green a nose thin and blue as a darning-needle, wreath to encircle thy brow, of the leaves and a countenance with the amiable ex- of the lemon-plant, holly, or even the pression of a bowl of skim milk, are cypress-tree. But why should a gentle these observations directed; useless were young maiden wear any ornaments in any care upon thy toilet, unnoticed the her hair at all ? Far better, and far elegance of thy head-dress, unremarked lovelier, are her simple tresses. The the beauty of thy gown. For thee the days of diamond combs and pearl circlets plainest and least distinguished garments have luckily gone by; and pure is the are the most appropriate, and those, delight to behold a face, radiant with

“ Like thine own planet in the west, smiles and beauty, half hid, in its play

When half conceal'd, are loveliest.” fulness and mirth, beneath a veil of fallSo, beware of low necks, short sleeves, ing curls, loose, wandering, and unconor petticoats one inch above thy shoe. fined. There are some figures which But to you, ye maids and matrons, from dress cannot spoil, but there are none sixteen up to sixty, would an old man which dress may not improve. We have offer gentle and friendly advice; and, we before us now at the table on which we beseech you, lay it seriously to your write, a girl, beautiful, indeed, in herhearts, whether they beat in the gaiety self, but so plainly, and yet so tastefully and gladness of youth and beauty, be- dressed, as to add to her natural lovelihind the folds of a snowy muslin ker- ness. She has light brown hair, clusterchief, or rest quiet and contented in ing thickly down her cheek; her blue married and matronly sedateness, beneath eyes are fixed intently on a book, while the warm Chinchilla tippit, and comfort- her rosy lips seem to move unconsciousable and close-pinned India shawl. ly, and her brow to assume an appear

In the first place, let no one look, un- ance of intense excitement under the less with loathing and contempt, at the inspiration of what she is reading. She fashions for the month. Let every one wears a plain white gown; a pinkbe her own pattern, and dress according coloured kerchief in vain endeavours to to her figure, size, and complexion, and conceal the heavings of her breast; no not according to the caprice or whim of necklace is round her throat-and, above another. If a great leviathan, who all, none of those revolting remnants happens to set the mode, chooses to en- of barbarity-ear-rings—destroying the velope her acres of back and bosom in chaste simplicity of her cheek and neck. drapery so wide as to make it impossi- And what is there in all that? A thouble to discover where the apparel ends, sand girls dress simply and elegantly in and where the natural contour begins; white gowns, a thousand wear no ornawhy, oh why, our own dear Jane, should ments in their hair, and thousands upon you hide the fall of your shoulders, or thousands submit to no manacles in their the symmetry of your waist, in the same ears; and yet, with many, this unadornoverwhelming and fantastic habiliments? ed style would not be the most becomWhy change the rounded elegance of ing. Give bracelets on the wrist, and your own white and beautiful arm for aigrettes in her locks, to the flashing, the puffed-out, pudding-shaped sleeves eyed Airt; dress her in gay-coloured which the sapient in millinery call gigot silks, and let rings sparkle on every finde mouton ? Consult your mirror only ger as she lifts it in playful and heartfor one single moment, and ask yourself, less gaiety to captivate some large-eyed, if a stiff, frumpt-up Queen Mary frill wide-mouthed Spoon, who thinks she suit with the laughing playfulness of cares only for him ;—but to the meek your eyes, or the gay and thoughtless and gentle daughters of our hearts, the expression of your mouth. By no means. noiseless spirits of our homes, give Leave that and all other stiff articles of drapery pure and spotless as their apparel to the large hazel-eyed imperial thoughts, and white as the snowy bosort of beauties; but let one simple soms which it covers. string of pearls hang on your blue- And yet, since truth must be spoken, veined neck, and a thin gauze handker- the style of dress in the present day is

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