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to meet, Sir, Yo! inost 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
by all Travellers and Gentlemen, To For Collonell Grame of Clavers. be a Sovereign Remedy in curing of (For his Majestie's speciall service.) For his Maspetin'e enerinll service. I all Diseases, and for preventing of
sicknesses both of young and old, Sir,—The Lo. Comissioner shewd 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 y E. 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 wt after they enter the Bathe. Likewise L! Gen!! Drum! and Coll. Dowglas, if they repair as they do to Bathes in are at or near Air ; what can be spared other countreyes, this Bathe is able to from this will goe thither also. The give content to Fourscore Persons &• militia, which revendevouzes at Lith- day. gow, are to be posted at Glasgow til The Diseases that are commonly they be put in order. Marqs 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 siblenesse of the Flesh, the trembling being already into Argyle. Charles Axes, the Irish Ague, cold Defluxions Campbell, sonne to Argyle, is levying inwardly, the Melancholick disease, in Argyle some heritors; and toward the Collick, 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 hath sent commissiones to Coll. Dowglas The first Degree, 1 l, sh. d. and you, as brigadeers both of horse for preserving the Yoo 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 curing Health, ...) a yacht. Wee hear y! about 30 hors. The third Degree, men came over ye Border, and returned for bringing out in few hours. Wee have writt to hidden Diseases Soi 04 00 Feilding, who is deputy governour of out of the Bones Carlyle, to correspond w! yow, and wee and Inward parts, desyre yow may w! him. Lett us hear For Bathing of freqtly, and yow shall have still return Maids and Chil- Soo 06 00 from, Sir, Your affectionat freinds and dren, ............... ) servants,
For every Cupping) 00 04 00 (Signed) QUEENSBERRIE, Com'. Glasse, .............. Perth, Cancell.
Ye shall have all the dayes of the DUNBARTON.
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 LEITH BATH STOVE.
them for their own use, especiais (The following curious old handbill is re.
clean Shirts. printed, literatim, from a copy preserved
This Bath-Stove is to be found in in the Advocates' Library. It is without
Alexander Hayes Closse, over again (late, but is probably as old, at least, as the Entry of Babylon, betwixt the ? e beginning of last century. 1
booth and the Shore.
LINES WRITTEN IN A HIGHLAND GLEN.
To whom belongs this Valley fair,
Even like a living Thing!
That streamlet's murmuring !
The sea will not give back its prey.--
Who gave the Orphan birth.
She gazed upon the bosom And fair brow of her sleeping Son“O merciful Heaven! when I am gone
“ Thine is this earthly blossom !"
While thus she sata sunbeam broke
And from his cradle smiled!
The Mother or her Child !
The Heavens appear to love this vale;
Or 'mid the silence lie !
Seems bound unto the sky,
My years would gently glide ;
By Peace be sanctified.
A Piety sublime;
Eternity of Time!
With joy fresh-sprung from short alarms,
And to her bosom leap
“ Forgive me that I wept !"
Sufferings there are from Nature sprung, Ear hath not heard, nor Poet's tongue
May venture to declare ; But this as Holy-Writ is sure, “ The griefs she bids us here endure
“ She can herself repair !" N.
SONNET, On the Spirit of Domestic Happiness. 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, so ste hen", !! Wo to that Tyrant who shall break her rest!
' N. 3 S
trace, To read “ whate'er is Lovely, Pure, and
True.” Ah ! happy Child! too soon the Early Dew of youth shall fade, and scorching suns de
stroy The Vernal Freshness time can ne'er renew! Yet sip a while the Elysian draught of joyYet dream a little longer safe from harms— No ill can reach thee in these angel arms !
FRIENDSHIP. CELESTIAL Friendship! if yet ne'er pre
fan'd Thy hallow'd Shrine hath in my heart re
main'd, Still foster there, with undecaying flame, Affections worthy of thy sacred name, And give to cheer this dark"ning Path be
low The cordial joys congenial spirits know... While o'er the Past I linger with a sigh, And mark Affliction's storms impending
nighThe airy visions of Life's opening day, And Manhood's brighter dreams all past
awaya Yet-ere the bosom's genial fires depart, And care and sadness settle round the heartOh ! yet before those Evil Days begin, When all grows dark without, and cold
within, Come, Heavenly Power! with hope-reviving
ray, And chase the brooding Shadows far away, Pour on my soul thy sweet and tranquil
light, Like softest moonshine stealing on the night, And bid immortal Faith thy lamp illume, Undimm'd through life-unquench'd er'a
in the tomb !
SONNET To a revered Female Relative. LADY, when I behold thy thoughtful eye, Dwelling benignantly upon thy Child, Or hear thee, in maternal accents mild, 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 From those kind eyes that watch'd my in.
fancy! Friend of my Mother ! often in my heart Thy kindred image shall with Her's arise, The throb of holier feeling to impart; i And age that gentle Maid, whom sweetest
ties Of human care around thy soul entwine, Shall with a brother's love be bound to mine. Aug. 29, 1812.
To an Infidet. ALL is in change,- yet there is nothing lost: The dew becomes the essence of the flower Which feeds the insect of the sunny hour, Now leaf, now pinion ;-though the hills
were tost By the wild whirlwinds, like the summer
dust, Would not an atom perish ;-Nature's
power Knows not annihilation, and her dower Is universal Fitness never crost. Is all eternal, save the Mind of Man, The masterpiece and glory of the whole, The wonder of creation ?-is a span To limit the duration of the Soul To drop ere its career is well begun, Like a proud steed far distant from the goal.
LINES ON THE GRAVE OF A CHILD. Ou, sweet my Baby! liest thou here, So low, so cold, and so forsaken? And cannot a sad Father's tear Thy once too lovely smiles awaken? Ah, no! within this silent tomb
Thy Parents' hopes receive their doon ! Oh, sweet my Baby! round thy brow The Rose and Yew are twin'd together : The Rose was blooming-80 wast Thou Too blooming far for Death to gather.
The Yew was green,- and green to me
For ever lives thy Memory.
Although its leaves look pale and dry,
How blooming to a father's eye!
Oh, chang'd the hour since thou didst rest
Upon a mother's faithful breast! ' Oh! can I e'er forget the kiss I gave thee on that morn of mourning. That last sad tender parting hliss . From Innocence to God returning! . ; Mayst thou repay that kiss to me In realms of bright eternity!
REVIEW OF NEW PUBLICATIONS.
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 ac- Haram," with such extracts as may count of the “ Veiled Prophet of Kho- enable them to judge for themselves rassan," 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 suthe 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 contr::st with this mythose readers who think it better to sterious 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 unéclipsed 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 pust have a comparatively slow circu- the picture of wicked ambition, relenta
less cruelty, insatiable licentiousness, 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 baro 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 geperal 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 influenæ 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 be broken 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 The 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 of the screnity of the scene in which the old religion, with their Arab conDeath is busy, chaining the waves of querors. 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 destruc. decease, as if Love had bound them to tive of the paramount importance of 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 combinastill more true to Poetry and to Na. tion of the principal and subordinate ture. Never did Genius so beautify adventures, 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 exeoution. The scene is laid frightful chasm is heard to growl be on the Persian side of the gulpli tween the smiling sleep of the blessed which separates that country from AraInfant and the wakeful remorse of the bia, and is sometimes known by the despairing Murderer! By what bridge name of Oman's Sea. The Fire Wore