Sister spirits, your wings renew FIFTH SPIRIT. And I my pastime took In wake of a ship That her bows did dip, And the salt spray from her shook. With flaunting colours, and seaman's song. CHORUS. Sister spirits, your wings renew FIRST SPIRIT. Dolphins, away-be free, Of the Sea-God's shell, That calls up the sleeping sea. Weeping, and wailing, and prayer-and wreck! CHORUS. Sisters, away-the briny dew No more may with healing your wings renew. THE PICTURE. A HORRID Wood of unknown trees, that throw On thought, creation's mirror, wherein do dwell MIGNON'S SONG. (From Göthe.) Know you the land where the Lemon-tree blows, Know'st thou it? Thither! O thither! Might I with thee-O, my beloved one!-go! Know you the House, with its Chambers so bright- "What, my poor Child, have they done to thee?" Know'st thou it ?. Thither! O thither! Might I with thee, my own Protector! go! Know you the Mountain? its path in the Cloud? Thither! O thither! H. H. J. SCOTCH AND YANKEES. A CARICATURE. BY THE AUTHor of annals OF THE PARISH, &c. HECTOR DHU, or Black Hector of Ardenlochie, was the last male of his line, and when he died his estate went to heirs-female, descendants of his grandfather, who left three daughters. One of them was married to a respectable writer to the signet in Edinburgh; we say respectable, notwithstanding his profession. AnAnother had emigrated with a relation to New York, and had been married to an opulent farmer in the State of Vermont. The third was deemed fortunate in having married at Glasgow a Virginia tobacco - planter, whom she accompanied to that country, where she was forgotten by her relations in our time; who also could not correctly say, whether the wife of the writer to the signet or the farmer's in Vermont was the eldest. The lady in Edinburgh had an only daughter, who in due season was married to Dr Clatterpenny, who exercised the manifold calling, trade, or profession, of druggist, surgeon, or physician, in the borough town of Clarticloses. When we knew this lady she was a widow well-stricken in years, and distinguished for the nimbleness of her tongue, and the address with which she covered cunning and discernment with a veil of folly. A long period had elapsed, during which the farmer's wife was not heard of; in fact, the good-woman died in giving birth to her only son, Jedediah Peabody of Mount Pisgah, in the State of Vermont, and who at the time of this eventful history was a widower, and the father of a very pretty girl, who in the Yankee fashion was called Miss Octavia Margaret Peabody, which her father and other friends abridged, to save time, into the name of Tavy. Of the Virginia planter's lady nothing whatever was known. She kept up no communication with her friends or sisters, and was as good as dead to all her cousins, when Hector Dhu departed this life. On his death, Dr Drone, the mi nister of the parish, caused inquiry to be made respecting the heirs to his estate, and Mr Peabody and Mrs Clatterpenny came forward, of course. Some doubts of her right lay always on the mind of that lady, when she received a letter from a son whom she had walking the hospitals in London, informing her that Mr Peabody had arrived in the British metropolis by one of the New York packet ships with his daughter, an uncommonly beautiful young lady; and he gave his mother a gentle hint, that probably it would save much expense, and keep the fortune in the house, if he could make himself agreeable to Miss Octavia; "but," he added, "I fear she intends. to throw herself away upon a young man from Virginia, with whom she has lately become acquainted, and who is in town on his return to the United States, from a tour that he has been making in some of the most interesting parts of Europe." At As soon as Mrs Clatterpenny received this letter, she acted with her usual discretion and decision. this time she resided in the old town of Edinburgh, in a close celebrated as a receptacle for the widows of the Faculty, and the relicts, as the Scotch call the surviving wives, of divines. Among other acquaintance whom Mrs Clatterpenny knew in Edinburgh, was a Mr Threeper, a member of the Scotch Bar, who, like the generality of his brethren, having little to do with briefs or business, was exceedingly amusing to old women. Upon the instant, our heroine determined that she would see if she could make a cheap bargain for his services and advice in the matter she had to agitate with her kinsman, Mr Peabody. In this she shewed her wonted acumen; for, after having disclosed to Mr Threeper her pretensions to the Ardenlochie property, she persuaded him not only to take her case in hand, but to accompany her to London; in fact, to go shares with her in the adventure, and to agree for payment, that he should be content eitherade good with the half of the estate, if her claims to it; or the same reward, if her son, in any way by his advice, married the daughter of Mr Peabody, Off Accordingly, an agreement between them to this effect was for mally drawn up, and they proceeded together in the steam-boat called the United Kingdom, from Leith to London. They had, among other fellow-passengers, a Mr Archibald Shortridge, junior, a young man from Glasgow. He was a good-natured fellow, rather fattish, and his father had been some years ago Lord Provost of that royal city, which, by the bye, this young man was at great pains to let strangers know. But though there was a little weakness in this, he was a very passable character, as men go in the world, and not overly nice in his feelings. He had been bred up in the notion, that gold is the chief good in the world, and that they are great fools who think otherwise. We should mention a striking characteristic of him-a way of standing very imposingly with his legs apart, like the Colossus of Rhodes, with his head back, and his thumbs in the arm-holes of his waistcoat. In this posture he was really a very prognosticative figure. Many took him for a member of the town-council before he was elected into that venerable body, and it was clearly seen that he was ordained to be a bailie. Some went so far as to say, that they saw the signs of Lord d Provost about him; at all events, it was the universal opinion of those that knew him, that Mr Shortridge was not come to his kingdom. It happened odd enough, that old Provost Shortridge, his father, and Mr Peabody, had some correspondence together, in which the Provost, a long forecasting man, having some notion of Peabody's relationship to Hector Dhu, a confirmed bachelor, jocularly, in a postscript to one of his letters, invited Peabody to come with his daughter to Glasgow, offering to introduce them to their High land relation. 9 lb omis me Peabody at the time declined the invitation, but, from less to more, the subject being once introduced into their correspondence respect. ing staves and lumber, it was in the end pactioned between them, that Archie, (as he was called in those days,) our acquaintance, was proposed for Miss Octavia Margaret; and, in consequence, when that young lady was heard to have arrived in London, the aforesaid Archie, or, as he was now called, Archibald, junior, was advised by his wily father to go and push his fortune, by the United Kingdom, with the young lady. Thus it came to pass, that the United Kingdom was enriched with all these of our dramatis personæ, in addition to the usual clanjamphry that constitute the cargoes of the steamers that ply between Leith and London. It happened, however, that the pas sage was rough and squally, which, Mrs Clatterpenny, in complaining of her sickness, assured her compa nions made her a sore nymph. Mr Threeper was speechless, and lay all day in his bed, crying "Oh! oh!" as often as the steward addressed him; but Mr Shortridge, in all the perils of the voyage, was as gay as a lark, and as thirsty as a duck; for he had been on a voyage of pleasure, like most young men of the Trongate, to the Craig of Ailsa, where he feasted on solan geese, by which, as he said himself, he was inured to seafaring; but his appetite was none improved. When the vessel reached her moorings in the Thames, they somehow got into a hackney-coach togetherperhaps there was a little political economy in this-and they took up their abode, on the recommendation of Mr Threeper, at the Talbot Inn, in the Borough." It has been many hundred years," said he," a very celebrated house, Chaucer the poet speaks of it in his time, and the Pilgrims for Canterbury he represents as taking their departure therefrom. An inn, tavern, or hotel, to have been much frequented for several hundred years, speaks well for its accommodation; it must have adapted itself in a very extraordinary manner to the various changes of society.". CHAPTER II. OUR travellers being arrived at the inn, Mr Shortridge had some doubt, from its appearance, if it were exactly the place which, from the inferences of Mr Threeper, he had been led to expect; but he submit ted to his fate, and the luggage which they had brought with them in the hackney-coach was unloaded. While waiting for Mrs Clatterpenny, who had some orders to give at the bar, he fell into conversation with the advocate, in which he enquired if there was any truth in the report, that their fellow passenger, Mrs Clatterpenny, was heiress to the great Ardenlochie estates. "Yes," replied Mr Threeper, "if no nearer relative can be found." "Your news," said Mr Shortridge, "surprises me. I have heard my father say, when he was the Lord Provost of Glasgow, that an old acquaintance of our house in Vermont was the heir; but between ourselves, Mr Threeper, how could you allow that old woman to come with you? Thank fortune we are on shore; I could not have endured her intolerable clack much longer.". "Ay," said Mr Threeper," the hoarse waves are musical compared to her tongue; but I could not do well without her; and to let you into the truth, the random nonsense she is ever talking, is a cloak which conceals both shrewdness and cunning; moreover, she has a son in London, between whom and her relation, Peabody's daughter, just arrived from America, she is desirous to effect a marriage, to avoid litigation; "for there is a doubt arising from Mr Peabody's claim to the property, as heir-at-law." "Peabody! did you say Peabody?" "Yes," replied Mr Threeper; "we have heard that the same cause has brought him across the Atlantic." Mr Shortridge looked very much astonished at this, and added, with an accent of great wonder, "Do you know, that it was arranged between my father and this very Peabody, that I should go to America and court his daughter. Between us, the Provost had an eye, I suspect,_to these very Ardenlochie estates. But what says young Clatterpenny to this match of his mother's making?" Mr Threeper was neither sharp, adroit, nor intelligent, and of course this declaration of young Shortridge made no right impression upon him, and he replied, "We anticipate no difficulty with the young man. He has written to his mother, that the lady is a divinity, and he has himself proposed the match, to which I have lent my advice." Mr Shortridge said nothing to this, but rubbing his mouth with his hand, muttered, "I'm glad to hear that though, for I would not like to marry a fright." This was not overheard by Mr Threeper, who, forgetful of his professional prudence, added, "It is feared, however, that she will throw herself away on one Tompkins, a young Virginian, who is now in London.' "Tompkins!" cried Mr Shortridge; "I know him well; he was in Glasgow, and took a beefer with us when my father was the Lord Provost." "There is no doubt," said Threeper, "that it is the same, for he has been making the tour of Europe. What sort of a person is he?" "Not unlike myself," replied Mr Shortridge; "rather genteelish." "The likeness," cried Threeper, "cannot be striking; but hush, here comes Mrs Clatterpenny reprimanding the negro waiter, who, by the bye, is the first of the kind that I have ever seen." In saying this, the two gentlemen stepped more apart, and Mrs Clatterpenny entered in great tribulation, speaking behind her to the waiter, who had not, she thought, been so attentive to her commands as he ought. Black lad," said she, "I say, black lad! what for have ye no taken my bits o' boxes up to the bed-chamer? I tell you to take them up in a gay time." Then turning round and observing the gentlemen, she adressed them," Eh! gentlemen, little did I hope for the pleasantrie of seeing you here; and glad am I, Mr Threeper, that ye are not out of the way, for I am almost driven demented. The |