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full of fire and purpose. 'A dangerous sort of libertine,' | candle, that I had even seen her character becoming thought the lawyer, to seem to catch the spark lie stronger and more resolved of late. More like her wants from a young lady's eyes.'

sisters.' "Now, observe Snitchey,' he continued, rising and " • Mrs. Craggs was of the same opinion,' returned taking him by the button, and Craggs, taking him by the Craggs. button also, and placing one partner on either side of him, “ • I'd really give a trifle to-night,' observed Mr. so that neither might evade him. 'I don't ask you for Snitchey, who was a good natured man, if I could beany advice. You are right to keep quite aloof from all | lieve that Mr. Warden was reckoning without his host ; parties in such a matter, which is not one in which grave but light-headed, capricious, and unballasted as he is, he men like you could intertere, on any side. I am briefly knows something of the world and its people (he ought to, going to review, in balf-a-dozen words, my position for he has bought what he does know, dear enough), and and intention, and then I shall leave it to you to do the I can't quite think that. We had better not interfere: we best for me, in money matters, that you can ; seeing that, can do nothing, Mr. Craggs, but keep quiet.' if I run away with the Doctor's beautiful daughter (as I “ * Nothing,' returned Craggs. hope to do, and to become another man under her bright “Our friend, the Doctor, makes light of such things,' intiuence), it will be, for the moment, more chargeable said Mr. Snitchey, shaking his head. I hope he mayn't than running away alone. But I shall soon make all that stand in need of his philosophy. Our friend Alfred talks up in an altered life.'

of the battle of life,' he shook his head again, I hope he "* I think it will be better not to hear this, Mr. mayn't be cut down early in the day. Have you got your Craggs,' said Snitchey, looking at him across the client. hat, Mr. Craggs? I am going to put the other candle

“I think not,' said Cragys—both listening atten- out.' Mr. Craggs replying in the affirmative, Mr. tively

Snitchey suited the action to the word, and they groped "* Well, you needn't hear it,' replied their client. “I'll their way out of the council-chamber-now as dark as mention it, however. I don't mean to ask the Doctor's subject, or the law in general. consent, because he wouldn't give it me. But I mean to

A letter came from Mr. Alfred Heathfield, announcing do the Doctor no wrong or harın, because (besides, there

his intended return. Dr. Jeddler, to sustain his theory, being nothing serious in such trifles, as he says) I hope to rescue his child, my Marion, from what I see-I know determined to make “a good joke” of the arrival, and -she dreads, and contemplates with misery: that is the had a large supper party and a little ball at his old house. return of this old lover. It'anything in the world is true, it is true that she dreads his return. Nobody is injured wintry night; and Messrs. Snitchey and Craggs, with

The business got on very pleasantly, although on a raging I am so hurried and worried here just now, that I lead the life of a Hying-tish, skulk about in the dark, am their other partners in life, were present, But, at shut out of my cwn house, and warned off my own twelve o'clock, just as Mr. Alfred Heathfield arrived, Miss grounds; but that house, and those grounds, and many Marion Jeddler was missed. Notes for her sister and her an acre besides, will come back to me one day, as you father were found in her room, making it tolerably clear know and say; and Marion will probably be richer-on your showing, who are never sanguine-ten years hence that she had eloped with “ that dangerous sort of liberas my wife, than as the wife of Alfred Heathfield, whose tine,” Michael Warden, Esquire. The company, of return she dreads, (remember that), and in whom, or in any man, my passion is not surpassed. Who is injured course, ran around the orchard in every direction, and

And at the moment when her sister yet? It is a fair case throughout. My right is as good did not find her. as his, if she decide in my favour; and I will try my Grace fainted and fell amongst the snow, Mr. Heathfield right by her alone. You will like to know no more after came up and seemed to do something of the same kind, this, and I will tell you no more. Now you know my for thus Part II. concludes:purpose and wants. When must I leave here?' In a week,' said Snitchey, Mr. Craggs ?-?

“ The snow fell fast and thick. He(Heathfield, to wit) “ • In something less, I should say,' responded Mr.

looked up for a moment in the air, and thought that these Craggs.

white ashes strewn upon his hopes and misery were suited "* In a month,' said the client, after attentively watch

to them well. He looked round on the whitening ground, ing the two faces. • This day month. To-day is Thurs- and thought how Marion's foot-prints would be hushed and day: succeed or fail, on this day month I go.'

covered up, as soon as made, and even that remembrance “It's too long a delay,' said Snitchey ; much too of her blotted out. But he never felt the weuther and long. But let it be so. I thought he'd have stipulated he never stirred.for three,' he murmured to himself. • Are you going ? We naturally concluded that, as “he never stirred," Good night, sir.'

he had died on the old “battle-field." This was a mis"Good night !' returned the client, shaking hands with the Firm ; 'you'll live to see me making a good take ; for, on reading Part III., we found him out, comuse of riches yet. ' Henceforth the star of my destiny is fortably married to Grace Jeddler ; “Clemency,” turned Marion !

away for her part in Miss Marion's elopement, married •• Take care of the stairs, sir, replied Snitchey, ‘for Mr. Britain, and kept a snug country inn, where, one she don't shine there. Good night! "Good night!

evening, six years after the elopement, Mr. Snitchey “So they both stood at the stair head, with a pair of —Mr. Craggs is dead-recognises his client, Mr. Warden. office candles, watching him down; and when he had gone On the same evening, Marion returns, and tells her sister away, stood looking at each other.

Grace, that she knew Grace loved Mr. Heathfield, and What do you think of all this, Mr. Craggs,' said therefore-though she, Marion, loved him too-she deSnitchey. “ Mr. Craggs shook his head.

termined to elope with Mr. Warden so far as her aunt's, It was our opinion, on the day when that release was with whom she remained in concealment, while "that executed, that there was something curious in the parting dangerous libertine” went a-nursing to the Continent ; of that pair, I recollect,' said Snitchey. "• It was,' said Mr. Craggs.

and this step she had taken from pure sisterly affection. Perhaps he deceives himself altogether,' pursued She had never seen Mr. Warden again, who merely acMr. Snitchey, locking up the fire-proof box, and putting companied her so many miles on her way. Mr. Warden, it away; or if he don't, a little bit of tickleness and however, having been most wonderfully discovered on perfidy is not a miracle, Mr. Craggs. And yet I thought the same evening—being reformed in estate and characthat pretty face was very true. I thought,' said Mr. Snitchey, putting on his great-coat (for the weather was ter-was, we are led to understand, ultimately married very cold), drawing on his gloves, and snuffing out one to Miss Marion, Dr. Jeddler discovered th tlife was not "a great farco ; " and all parties became, in the end, the sugar, the tea-caddy, the pickles, and other groceries pecetly satisfied that it is quite a scrious transaction. If disappear, all is laid upon that edax rerum of a Mulligan. Str. Dickens really believes that a modest and discreet him Mr. Mulligan

The greatest offence that can be offered to him, is to call

• Would you deprive me, Sir,' says young lady could leave a ball-room on a winter niylıt; he, of the title which was baurun be me princelee anmake off with the greatest rake in the parish; take re- cestors in a hundred thousand battles ? In our own Time in the old lady's, her aunt's; remain there concealed green valleys and furists, in the American Savannahs, in for a number of years—half-a-dozen—leaving for a long Saxon has quailed before the war-cry of MULLIGAN-ABOO!

the Sierras of Spain, and the Flats of Flandthers, the priod her nearest rulatives in anxiety for her fate, and Mr. Mulligan! I'll pitch anybody out of the window her former neighbours in no doubt regarding her churc- who calls me Mr. Mulligan.' lle said this, and uttered ter-from no other motive than merely to give her elder the slogan of the Mulligans with a shriek so terrific, that s-ter an opportunity of marrying her lorer ; and if his my uncle (the Rev. W. Gruels, of the Independent con

gregation, Bungay), who had happened to address him in numerous readers imagine the story within the range of the above obnoxious manner, while sitting at my apartprobabilities, or the conduct of the heroine worthy of imi-ments drinking tea after the May meetings, instantly tation, we have nothing to say between them, except that quitted the room, and has never taken the least notice of is engravings of the volume are well executed.

ine since, except to state to the rest of the family that I

am doomed irrevocably to perdition. We decidedly prefer the rival publication of the sea- “Well, one day last season, I had received from my 3193-“Mirs. Perkins's Ball," by M. A. Titmarsh. Mrs. kind and most estimable friend, Mrs. Perkins, of Pockl'erkirs is the wife of a stock-jobber in the city, who lington Square (to whose amiable family I had the honour gave a party on the evening of Friday, the 19th Decem- Aute), an invitation couched in the usual terins, on

of giving lessons in drawing, French, and the German Ler last, to which The Mulligan of Ballymulligan invited satin gilt-edged note paper, to her evening party, or, disiself, and where he figured conspicuously ; but it is

as I call it, · Ball.' Besides the engraved note sent to piper that Mir. Titmarsh should tell his own story, which

all her friends, my kind patroness had addressed me priuns thus :

vately as follows:

- My Dean Mr. TITMARSH, ---If you know any very eli"I do not know where Ballymulligan is, and never gible young man, we give you leave to bring him. You kuw anybody who did. Once I asked the Mulligan the gentlemen love your Clubs so much now, and care so question, when that chieftain assumed a look of dignity so little for duncing, that it is really quite a scandal. Come 1. rocious, and spoke of Saxon curiawsitee' in a tene of early, and before everybodu, and give us the benefit of guch evident displeasure, that--as, after all, it can matter all your taste and Continentul skill. very little to me whereabouts lies the Celtio principality

"Your sincere in question--I have never pressed the inquiry any tar

" .EMLy Perkins,' " ther. ** I don't know even the Mulligan's town residence. -- this mark of confidence; and I thought of Bob Trip

“ Whom shall I bring? mused I, highly flattered with ne night, as he bade us adieu in Oxford-street--'I live pett; and little Fred. Spring, of the Navy Pay Office;

sre,' says he, pointing down towards Uxbridge, with the Hulker, who is rich, and I know took lessons in Paris ; din stick he carries ;--so his abode is in that direction at

and a half score of other bachelor friends, who might be Roy rate. He has his letters addressed to several of his considered as very eligible—when I was roused from my rends' houses, and his parcels, &c., are left for him at

meditation by a slap of a hand on my shoulder; and, various taverns which he frequents. That pair of checked looking up, tliere was the Mulligan, who began, as usual, trykssers, in which you see him attired, he did me the reading the papers on my desk.

6. What's this,” says he, favour of ordering from my own tailor, who is quite as

“who's Perkins? Is it a supper ball or only a tay atxious as anybody to know the address of the wearer.

ball ?" “ The Perkinses of Pocklington Square, Mullila like manner, ny hatter asked me, "Do was the Ilirish cent, as 'ad ordered four 'ats and a sable boar to be sent

gan, are tip-top people,” says I, with a tone of dignity;

" Mr. Perkins's sister is married to a baronet, Sir Giles 19 my lodgings? As I did not know however I might stess), the articles have never been sent, and the Mulli

Bacon, of Hogwrsh, Norfolk. Mr. Perkins's uncle was

Lord Mayor of London ; and he was himself in Parliaon has withdrawn his custom from the infernal four

ment, and may be again any day. The family are my od-ninepenny scoundthrel,' as he calls him. The hatter

most particular friends. A tay ball, indeed! Why, 179 slot shiut up shop in consequence. I became acquaint

Gunter e sth the Sulligan through a distinguished countryman

Here I stopped. I felt I was of his, who, strange to say, did not know the chieftain

committing myself. bimasolf. But, dining with my friend, Fred. Clancy, of slap on the shoulder, don't say another word. I'll go

"Gunter,' says the Mulligan, with another confounded the Irish bar, at Greenwich, the Mulligan came up, in- widy you, me boy.'' You go, Mulligan,' says I: 'why, thajuiced' himself to Clancy, as he said, claimed rela-really-1-its not my party.'tonsbip with him on the side of Brian Boroo ; and,

Your hwhawt? hwhat's this letter? an't I an eliArawing his chair to our table, quickly became intimate gible young man?—Is the descendant of a thousand kings with us. He took a great liking to me, was good enough unfit company for a miserable tallow-chandthlering, cockto find out my address and pay me a visit : since which

Are you joking wid me? for, let me tell you, period, often and often, on coming to breakfast in the

I don't like them jokes. D'ye suppose I'm not as well morning, I have found him in my sitting-room, on the baurun and bred as yourself, or any Saxon friend you svia, engaged with the rolls and morning papers; and

ever had ?' any a time, on returning home at night, for an eveninga quiet reading, I have discovered this honest fellow, don't mean seriously that a Mulligan is not fit company for

““I never said you weren't, Mulligan,' says I. You in the arm chair before the fire, perfuming the apartment a Perkins ?' with my cigars, and trying the quality of such liquors as

My dear fellow, how could you think I could so far might be found in the sideboard.

insult you?' says I. The way in which he pokes fun at Betsey, the maid

* • Well, then,' says he, 'that's a matter settled, and of the lodgings, is prodigious. She begins to laugh when

we go.' What the deuce was I to do? I wrote to Mrs. egot he cornes; if he calls her a duck, a divvle, a darlin, Perkins ; and that kind lady replied, that she would reit is all one. He is just as much a master of the premises ceive thé Mulligan, or any other of my friends, with the as the individual who rents them at fifteen shillings a Feua; ani as ior handkerchiefs, sbirt collars, and the like 1, with a secret terror."

greatest cordiality.' Fancy a party all Mulligans! thought ar ielus or fugitive haberdashery, the loss, since I have krow: him, is unrccounta!!e. I suspert he is like tho Mir. Titmarsh gives pen and pencil sketches of Mrs. cat la sore houses; for, suppose the whisky, the cigars, | Perkins's party; and all the events of Friday evening, the


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19th December, in the family mansion' at Pocklington | hardly move for laughing; while, on the contrary, Miss Square. In both departments he has succeeded admir-Joy was quite in pain for poor Sophy Little. As Canail

lard and the Poetess came up, the Mulligan, in the height. ably; and our readers might wish to know more of the of his enthusiasm, lunged out a kick which sent Miss guests, as, for example,

Bunion howling ; and concluded with a tremendous " Those three young men are described in a twinkling : Hurroo ! a war-cry which caused every Saxon beart to Lieutenant Grig of the Heavies ; Mr. Beaumoris, the shudder and quail.” handsome young man ; Tom Flinders (Flynders Flynders

And here is the finish of the Mulligan, at least his he now calls himself), the fat gentleman who dresses after Beaumorris. Beaumorris is in the Treasury ; he end, on Saturday morniug, 20th ultimo:has a salary of eighty pounds a year, on which he main- It was too true, I had taken him away after supper tains the best cab and horses of the season, and out of (he ran after Miss Little's carriage, who was dying in wbich he pays seventy guineas merely for his subscription love with him, as he fancied), but the brute had come to clubs." He hunts in Leicestershire, where great men back again. The doctors of divinity were putting up their mount him ; is a prodigious favourite behind the scenes condiments : everybody was gone ; but the abominable at the theatres. You may get glimpses of him at Rich Mulligan sat swinging his legs at the lonely suppermond, with all sorts of pink bonnets; and he is the sworn table ! friend of half the most famous roués about town; such

“ Perkins was opposite, gasping at him. as old Methuselah, Lord Billygout, Lord Tarquin, and " The Mulligan.— I tell ye, ye are the butler, ye the rest-a respectable race.

It is to oblige the former big fat man. Go get me some more champagne. It's that the good-natured young fellow is here to-night ; good at this house. though it must not be imagined that he gives himself any “ Mr. Perkins-(with dignity). It is good at this airs of superiority. Dandy as he is, he is quite affable, house ; but — and would borrow ten guineas from any man in the room "The Mulligan. Bht hwhat? ye goggling bowin the most jovial way possible. It is neither Boau's windowed jackass. Go, get the wino, and we'll drink it birth, which is doubtful ; nor his money, which is entirely together, my old buck. negative ; nor his honesty, which goes along with his " Mr. Perkins.--. My name, sir, is Perkins.' money qualifieation ; nor bis wit-for he can barely

The Mulligan.— Well

, that rhymes with gerkins spell—which recommend him to the fashionable world, and Jerkins, my man of firkins ; so don't let us have any but a sort of Grand Seigneur splendour, and dandified

more shirkings and lurkings, Mr. Perkins.' Je ne sçais quoi, which make the man he is of him. The

" Mr. Perkins-(with apoplectice nergy - Sir, I am way in which his boots and gloves fit him is a wonder, the master of this house ; and I order you to quit it. I'H which no other man can achieve ; and though he has not

not be insulted, sir ; I'll send for a policeman, Sir. What an atom of principle, it must be confessed that he invented do you mean, Mr. Titmarsh, Sir, by bringing this beast the Taglioni shirt. '

into my hou se, Sir ?' • When I see those magnificent dandies yawning out of " At this, with a scream like that of a Hyrcanian tiger, White's, or caracolling in the Park, on whining chargers, Mulligan, of the hundred battles, sprang forward at his I like to think that Brummell was the greatest of them prey; but we were before-hand with him. Mr. Gregory, all, and that Brummell's father was a footman. Flynders Mr. Grundsell, Sir Giles Bacon's large man, the young is Beaumorris's toady ; lends him money, buys horses gentleman, and myself, rushed simultaneously upon the through bis recommendation, dresses after him, clings to tipsy chieftain, and confined him. The doctors of divinity him in Pall Mall

, and on the steps of the clubs, and talks looked on with perfect indifference. That Mr. Perkins about Bo,' in all societies. It is bis drag which carries did not go off in a fit is a wonder. Ile was led away down Bo.'s friends to the Derby; and his checks pay for heaving and snorting frightfully. Somebody smashed dinners to the pink bonnets. I don't believe the Per- Mulligan's hat over his eyes, and I led him forth into the kinses know what a rogue it is, but fancy him a decent silent morning. The chirrup of the birds, the freshness reputable city-man, like his father before bim.

of the rosy air, and a pennyworth of coffee that I got for " As for Captain Grig, what is there to tell about him? him at a stall in the Regent Circus, revived him someHe performs the duty of his calling with perfect gravity. what. When I quitted him, he was not angry, but sad. He is faultless on parade; excellent across country ; | He was desirous, it is true, of avenging the wrongs of amiable when drunk; rather slow when sober. He has Erin in battle line ; he wished also to share the grave of not two ideas, and is a most good-natured, irreproachable, Sarsfield and Ilugh O'Neill; but he was sure that Miss gallant, and stupid young officer.”

Perkins, as well as Miss Little, was desperately in love Or, in another way, an equally remarkable set

with him ; and I left hirn on a door-step in tears." “ But the most awful sight which met my view in this We wish that the twenty-one illustratious in the book, dance was the unfortunate Miss Little, to whom fate had like its letterpress, were transferable, for in that case assigned Tue MULLIGAN as a partner. Like a pavid kid

we might borrow largely. There is no work of the seain the tallons of an eagle, that young creature trembleil in his hugo Milesian grasp. Disdaining the recognised son more replete with broad and genuine humour and form of the dance, the Irish Chieftain accommodated the pointed sarcasm. “ Mrs. Perkins's Ball" is vastly supemusic to the dance of his own green land, and performed rior to “The Battle Field,” as a story for Christmas, or a double-shuffle jig, carrying Miss Little along with him. Miss Ranville and her Captain shrank back amazed; for any other season of the year ; and if the latter reach a Miss Trotter skirried out of his way into the protection forty-fourth edition, the former should, naturally, and on of the astonished Lord Methuselah ; Fred. Sparks could | its merits, arrive at cighty-eight.

LITERARY REGISTER. The Buchanites, from First to Last. By Joseph Train, , Scottish nation claims distinction, and has its claim very

author of " The History of the Isle of Man,” &c. &e. generally allowed. Johanna Southcote, Ann Lee, JemiSmall octavo. Edinburgh and London : Blackwood

ma Wilkinson, the Maid of Kent, nay, Canterbury Thom & Sons.

himself, and their disciples, must give place, in hypocrisy The Buchanites, “from first to last," was certainly and impudence, to Mrs. Buchan, and, in absurd creduthe most precious piece of humbug that ever disgraced lity, or downright idiotcy, to her followers. We are glad the acuteness and sober-mindedness for which our ancient to find, in looking into the very circumstantial narrative

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of Mr. Trin, that this folly had spread less far than the in the person of the Reverend Ilugh White, minister of space it has occupied in popular Scottish literature had the Relief congregation of Irvine.". led us to imagine. Allan Cunningham's Tales were full White was the most infatuated of her followers ;, and of the Buchanites and their nomadic faith ; and Galt, and yet he had been one of the most popular of the Relief even Scott, refer to "Luckie Buohan," and her infatu- ministers of the west of Scotland. Scandal took freedom ated disciples. These were at no timo very numerous, with their names, and the tenets promulgated by Whito however mad, and in character and station in society they regarding their faith and practice, gavo countenance to were greatly inferior to the votaries of Johanna South- evil reports :cote. As to intelligence, that may stand pretty equally "In the Divine Dictionary, said to have been indited between them.

by Holy Inspiration, and published by Mr. White, as The leader, much as Mr. Train depreciates her, intel-containing the faith and practice of the Buchanites, we

And these words :- This world has vexed themselves in lectually as well as morally, must have possessed a cer

vain abont our views of marriage; accordingly, to all tain sort of talent, though never prophetess had dis- denominations we make the following information:ciples more easily duped. At her first outset, the stimulus "• The same law that finished the carnal service at the of a little persecution was not wanting. The narrative, altar, and bestial sacrificos, put an end to carnal mar though spun out and overloaded, is instructive, as exhi- riages. It is devilish to think that merely refraining

from women and certain meats constitutes salvation. biting the depths of absurdity into which fanaticism and Where the Holy Spirit of God occupies all the person distempered imagination may carry persons assumed to be and reigns throughout the flesh, it matters not whether rational; for bad poor Edward Irvine or any one of his pro

they marry or not. phetesses chosen to have gone forth into the wilderness, to embrace our faith and practice, and that because we

* The people of this generation cannot be persuaded there is no question that they would, for a season, have ob- are so unlike the world. Our dissimilitude to the world tained many more followers, "number and value," than must be a convincing proof that we are right. To bo did Elspat Buchan. Her history is edifying, among other like the world, is to be like the devil, the fatlier of unbe

lief.' points, from her glibe use, in her letters and conversation, The early letters of Mother Buchan are subscribed Elsof the blasphemous slang which forms so formidable a path Simpson, although it was not till atter her ejectFeapon in the hands of inspired persons of her cast, in ment from Irvine that she was legally divorced from her carrying on their business of imposition and delusion. husband. In a letter addressed to the Rev. Gabriel Rus

sell, Dundee, she writes thus:

-As for self-denial, my Mr. Train has given us quite as much of his heroine as dear, it would not do with me to be self-denied; but can well be endured. His work is, however, likely to even averse to self-denial.? This, she affirmed, was all be popular in Scotland ; and it may furnish materials for in accordance with Scripture." 3 good chapter in any future history of popular religious Burns, the poet, gave an account of this new sect and its delusions.

founders, which confirms the worst that has been alleged Elspat Simpson, afterwards “Luckie Buchan," was of them. Mr. Ayton of Hamilton, who remembered the daughter of a cottar in Banffshire, and in her orphaned their going forth into the wilderness, graphically dechildhood, like Joan of Arc, herded cows. She after- scribes their departure from Irvine, in a communication wards was taught to read and sew, through the kindness made to Mr. Train :of a relative; but being of idle, and, it is said, dissolute

««•I have been,' says he, 'an attentire observer of the habits, she wandered from the north, and at Ayr, "tre- freaks and feelings of mankind for the last seventy years; panned" Robert Buchan, a working potter, into being and I was not surprised to see a considerable portion of her husband. Her potions of matrimony, according to the Relief congregation of Irvine leave their homes, and

set out, as they said, to heaven, under the direction of a her biographer, were of the kind now called Socialist. hypocritical old woman and a wrong-headed priest, singThe part she was to play—“her mission "--was com- ing on the way to the New Jerusalem.' municated to her by special revelation.

She was a

“ Several old people still remember seeing the Buchanconstant attendant at revivals and fellowship meetings, cloak, the discarded minister, and one or two of her

ites on this occasion. Mrs. Buchan, attired in a scarlet going, as she said, “from sea to sea, seeking the Word higher dupes, were seated in a cart, while the remainder of the Lord, but could not find it.” At last the time of the company followed on foot. These were, for the

most part, Clever chiels, and bonny, spanking, rosy

cheeked lassies, many of them in their teens. They were "In the year 1774, the power of God wrought such a generally dressed in the simple garb of peasant maids of wonderful change on my senses, that I overcame the flesh the Lowlands of Scotland. Over their dark petticoats so as not to make use of earthly food for some weeks, they wore short gowns, reaching from the chin half way which made all that saw me conclude that I was going to down the thigh, and fitted close to the bosom. They depart this life, and many came to hear me speak, which were bare-headed; and their locks, permitted to grow was all about God's love to mortals.

Had unusually long, were restrained from falling in a fleece there been a gallows erected at every door where I had an over the back and bosom by small buckling combs.' opportunity of speaking of Christ, or of hearing him

• The progress of these enthusiastic visionaries is thus spoken of, I would not have stayed from going there; and described by our native bard, Allan Cunningham :the more any sought to keep me back, it only tended the Some were in carts, some were on horseback, and not a more to stir me up to run the faster.'

few were on foot. Our Lady (so they called Mrs. Buchan) But we must make brief work with this absurd woman. rode in front on a white pony, and often halted to lecture

them on the loveliness of the land, and to cheer them with She gave herself out to be the Third Person in the God-food from what she called the garden of mercy, and with head, and pretended not only to be immortal herself, but drink from a large cup, called the comforter."" 'to confer immortality on whomsoever she breathed on:

After such refreshments, the “Friend Mother" would ? "She also personified the woman described in the Revelation of St. John, as being clothed with the Sun and light her cuttie-pipe and regale herself with a smoke of the Moon; and pretended to have brought forth the tobacco. The subsequent adventures of the party of pil Man-child who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron, grims, in their wanderings through Dumfries-shire and

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Galloway, are almost incredible. But disunion crept into ing, or peculiar object is, to elucidate the harmony that the body. Mr. White fell away from his original faith in exists between true geological science and revelation." the divine woman,” but he still attempted to keep up The work is recommended, in a prefatory note, by the thie delusion with which his interest and vanity were Rev. Mr. Alexander, of Edinburgh, which was not in the identified; and, as Mrs. Buelian, instead of being trans- least required. lated, expired, like other mortals, he clandestinely threw xu Youthful Companion. By the Author of "My her corpse into a hole to conccal the failure, which might

Schoolboy Days.” London: Longman & Company. have shaken tko faith of the devotees. We may repeat,

A PLEasing little story for the entertainment and imthat, as a picture of the folly and crime into which fanaticism may lead beings, claiming to be rational, there is provement of young persons. instruction and warning in the memoirs of the Buchanites. A Catholic History of Englund. By William Bernard

AYNUALS FOR 1817. MacCabe. Part I.-“ Enzland as described by the Fisher's Drzwing-Room Scrap-Book. Edited by Dirs. Monkish Historians." Vol. I. London: Newby. Norton.

Mr. MacCabe thinks that there is no true Ilistory of Last year we afirmed, and in the present year confirm England ; and he proposes to supply the want. We have the assertion, that had England over been searched, no Hume's History, and Lingard's History, and half a dozen fitter or equal successor could have been found to L. E. L. more,—but no history in which the reader is permitted to than Mrs Norton. High expectations were raised; but judge for himself. The historians descant upon the value Expectation is often a hasty and inconsiderate exactor of it of their authorities, but the authorities themselves are ex- does not well know what. All is accomplished that could cluded from their pages; and this is to be remedied by the reasonably have been looked for, whether by the Editress publication of all manner of obsolete stuff; for Westminster or the publishers; and the Drawing-Room Serap-Book” Hall might be piled with these rude materials—chronicles, holds its place as the best and cheapest of the Amnuals, legends, and saints' lives,—which llume at once dis- as in all respects unrivalled. The plates are as numerous, carded, and which even Lingard has scarcely used. as good, and tastefully selected to give interest and variety.

Mr. MacCabe has, therefore, commenced the publica- The external shows are as tasteful, and the literature, tion, not of a IIistory of England certainly, but of a

we shall not say how superior to that which has of late very curious antiquarian miscellany, on which he has ex

furnished forth fashionable works of this kind.-At the pended much labour. Some have doubted if there was opening, Mrs. Norton, as a matter of duty, has dedianything worth recording in the history of England prior cated a string of verses to a portrait of the Queen-an to the reign of IIenry VII., when civil government began over-dressed picture-thrown into the shade by the queenly to take form and solidity, and if it would not be as idle to portrait with which it is neighboured. The lines are, of write the history of earlier periods, as to restore the

course, appropriate to the golden age of Queen Victoria. Heptarchy or renew the wars of the Roses. Many will The note appended to them is, however, of more consethink that the philosophical historian, Hume, ascends far


than the text. Mrs. Norton, having herself sufenough, but Mr. MacCabe, at the close of his first volume, fered and keenly felt some of the Wrongs of Woman, that has not reached the period from which Ilume starts.

favourite of the English law!"' calls attention to the Though his work is, therefore, as far as it has gone, not Rights of Woman, and to woman's anomolous position into be viewed as a llistory of England, in the ordinary sense

a country where a woman sways the sceptre over countless of the term, it is an entertaining compilation of Monkish thousands of men and women. " A short time since," Chronicles and Saints' Lives, which will be highly accept- she observes, “a case of felony was quashed by an error able to Black Letter and to Roman Catholic readers, and in the indictment, which stated the money stolen to have in which every reader may enjoy a few choice morsels.

been the property of a married woman, whereas a married Bohn's Standard Library,

woman could not have half-a-crown of her own; on in the passing month, gives us, in the Memoirs of Col. IIut- which principle the thief was acquitted.” Mrs. Norton chinson, by his wife, one of the most instructive and capti- upbraids Lord Brougham, who, some years back, volunvating historical biographies in the language; and this we

teered to be the legal champion of women, defrauded by obtain for about the sixth part of the price of the first the laws of England of their civil rights, with having by edition, which the warm panegyric of the Edinburgh Re

one enormous “ Breach of Promise'' decoived the whole view brought into notice thirty years since, and which has

sex; aware, Mrs. Norton humourously remarks, that he ever since maintained its popularity by intrinsic merit. - could not be suedon general grounds, and that no particular Mrs. Lucy IIutchinson, the heroine of the Puritan party,

fair one could establish “ special injury' against him, was no ordinary person; and her Memoirs are fully as va

Perhaps this appeal may rouse Lord Brougham to a sense luable as Clarendon's llistory, with which they have many of his duty, and the reign of Queen Victoria may be discommon topics and characters, though the most dissimilar tinguished for a Reforin greater than that which glorificd views and sentiments on all of them.

the reign of William IV.; one which shall secure to

women, married and single, the same legal protection and The Mosaic Creation, viewed in the light of Modern Geo- redress, whether in matters of property, reputation, or logy. By George Wight. Glasgow: Maclehose.

social rights, which every male subject of her Majesty is Tuis volume contains the substance of a series of Lec-entitled to claim-provided he can afford to pay well for it! tures delivered by the author, and now addressed to a In Lady Dufferin, Mrs. Norton has, this season, wider circle, through the press, at the solicitation of found a sprightly coadjutor, or assistant. Jler lively friends--solicitations which he could not resist. Its lead-ladyship’s compositions, which are generally in the mirth

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