popular figure in society, and prominent at club meetings and public dinners. In 1834 he went to Algeria, with excellent results to his health. In this renewal of activity he composed his poem of The Pilgrim of Glencoe, and published it in 1842. It is worth while for the sake of Newr to send a friend live Liverpool. rentes but mally. Edin burgh is so grass grown in town like silent & desolate that I were to let fire to a few streets of It I could not excite any fuller loent worthy of relating - Forty Norrciates in Medecine have been but the College love orpion the publis are a is now lately let Shutup they are departed and was might ве quarters. gang of dreadful Unknown who have fought some + of the North bridge & bichen among other articles of the pease the head of a worthy writer which before thought im penetratte — thoing the randon history of such Nocturnal events which comes like the vove of one crying in The bootsconess we are all stillness & swvening - Out new town safely cannonanted without Miqes of helling a human being - wiry don't wonde is that _ Tis as the pulse of life stood still " & Nature Grace a pause – I have octurned of rom Mints I believe sime I wrote; difion you - My meat tinter must be spent I believe for Eching - for by the conterual & fpostsects cxpectation of paper falling in prece my book will be delays & fear yet a little longer _— In Fiby - I hope & be in Dantreek — Remember. sincerely & Arts Currie & Mr Wallone & believe me gheat me must yours with great y teem Extract from a Letter of Campbell to Dr. James Currie No success attended this belated work. at Boulogne, with a niece who now kept of June 1844, and was buried on the Abbey. VOL. IV. Campbell grew tired of London and settled house for him. Here he died, on the 15th 3rd of July with great pomp in Westminster FROM "GERTRUDE OF WYOMING." Here shall no forms abridge, no hours confine Shall love behold the spark of earth-born time expire. Three little moons, how short! amidst the grove And pastoral savannahs they consume! Her lovely brow to shade with Indian plume; That shade e'en now her love, and witnessed first her vows. SONG. TO THE EVENING STAR. Star that bringest home the bee, And sett'st the weary labourer free! Appearing when Heaven's breath and brow Are sweet as hers we love. Come to the luxuriant skies, Whilst the landscape's odours rise, And songs, when toil is done, From cottages whose smoke unstirred Star of love's soft interviews, Of thrilling vows thou art, By absence from the heart. THE SOLDIER'S DREAM. Our bugles sang truce-for the night-cloud had lowered, When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. From my home and my weeping friends never to part; And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart, But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. A still greater force in popularising and fixing the romantic tradition Sir Waiter was Sir WALTER SCOTT in the poetry of his early middle life- that is to say, from 1799 to 1814. From the dawn. of childhood he had shown an extraordinary passion for listening to chivalrous and adventurous tales, and for composing the like. He was fortunate enough to see and to be greatly moved. by Burns; and as he advanced, the intense Scotticism of his nature was emphasised by the longing to enshrine Scotch prowess and nature in picturesque verse. The mode in which this was to be done had not even dimly occurred to him, when he met with that lodestar of romanticism, the Lenore of Bürger; he translated it, and was led to make Sir Walter Scott After the Portrait by Sir Henry Raeburn fresh eager inroads into German poetry, with which he was much more in sympathy than Wordsworth was, or even Coleridge. Even Goethe, Scott as a however, did not at this time persuade Scott to make a deep study of literature; he was still far more eager to learn in the open school of experience. He imitated a few German ballads, and he presently began to collect the native songs of his own country; the far-reaching result was the publication of the Scottish Minstrelsy. Still, nothing showed that Walter Scott was likely to become an original. writer, and he was thirty-four when Europe was electrified with the appear Sir Walter Scott ance of the Lay of the Last Minstrel. Then followed Marmion, the Lady of the Lake, and the Lord of the Isles, not to speak of other epical narratives which were not so successful. Meanwhile, the publication of Waverley opened another and a still more splendid door to the genius of Scott, and he bade farewell to the Muses. But from 1805 to 1815 he was by far the most prominent British poet; as Wordsworth put it, Scott was "the whole world's darling," and no one, perhaps, before or since, has approached the width and intensity of his popularity. While Wordsworth distributed a few hundreds of his books, and Coleridge could not induce his to move at all, Scott's poetry sold in tens of thousands, and gave the tone to society. At the present day something of the charm of Scott's verse-narratives has certainly evaporated; they are read for the story, a fatal thing to confess about poetry. The texture of Scott's prosody is thinner and looser than that of his great contemporaries, nor are his reflections so penetrating or so exquisite as the best of theirs. Nevertheless, the divine freshness and exuberance of Scott are perennial in several of his episodes, and many of his songs are of the highest positive excellence. Perhaps if he had possessed a more delicate ear, a subtler sense of the phases of landscape, something of that mysticism and passion which we unwillingly have to admit that we miss in his poetry, he might not have interpreted so lucidly to millions of readers the principles of the romantic revival. With his noble disregard of self, he bade |