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InlITHGOW, is a large well-built Shire, with a noble towo-house; but most famous for the old Palace of the Kings of Scotland, which is the least decayed of all the rest, that of Holyrood excepted. King James VÍ. repaired or rather rebuilt it; and his two sons, Prince Henry, and Prince Charles (afterwards
King of England,)bad apartments in it. There are still the remains of kingly grandeur visible on the ancient walls. In that part termed the Prince's lodgings may be seen the arms of its former inhabitants in a tolerably perfect state.
The Palace stands on a rising ground, which runs into a lake: ils shape is that of an amphitheatre; and has a descent resembling terrace.walks. There are two towers at each corner of the court, each of which has several apartments. In the middle is a curious fountain, adorned with numerous fine statues, from whence the water rises to an immense height.
The church of St. Michael makes a part of the building, and is a wing on the right hand of the first court, as the proper offices make the left. The inner court is very NO, XX.
spacious and elegant, if we consider the taste of the times. In the middle of this is the large fountain before mentioned, which also shews the remians of some good carving and other ornaments.
It was in this Palace that king James V. restored the order of the Knight of St. Andrew, and erected a throne and stalls for them in St. Michael's Church, making it the chapel of the Order. He it was who desired the Thistle to be added to the badge of tbe Order, and gave the motto, “ Nemo me impune lacessit,” which is worn about it in the royal arms.
In this town the Earl of Murray, lord Regent, was murdered by one Hamilton. The Earl was a patural son of James V. and aspiring to the crown, joined with the reformers, having first got the revenues of the convents of St. Andrew, and Pittenweem, whereof he was abbot or prior, secured to him and bis heirs. His ambition and intrigues were the chief causes of almost all the troubles of Queen Mary's reign.
The water of the Lake of Linlithgow is esteemed so extraordinary for bleaching or whitening of linen cloth, that a vast quantity of it is brought here from all parts of Scotland for that purpose. The lake is situated on the north side of the town, and between it and tbe palace are a variety of the most delightful walks imagination can picture.
In the year 1722, an Act passed for laying two-pence on every Scotch pint of ale or beer sold in Linlithgow and its liberties, in order to repair the public buildings, which were run to decay; to supply wiih fresh water such parts of the town that should be in need of it; to pave and mend the streets and also the avenues within a mile round the town; and other purposes. At the expiration of the Act, these duties were continued for twenty-one years more, by an act which passed in the year 1733.
PARIS. WHAT a decided advantage have literary men in Paris over those in London. True, there are institutions in the latter metropolis where the scholar may retire aud enrich his mind, but it is at the expense of his pocket. Now in Paris, the libraries, exhibitions and museums are all open to the public, and that city thus affords aids aud facilities to every kind of study, unequalled in the world, “ It is the highest of all treats, (says Mr. Scott,) therefore to visit it: the stranger finds a banquet spread out before bim, and put within his reach, the richness and variety of which beggar description. Tables, and chairs, and fire, and pen and ink, are pruvided for him, in the midst of the most splendid libraries; he has but to enter and sit down and study :--whatever book he wants is brought to him; the scarcest prints, the rarest medals, the finest pictures and statues, are each or all put before him, according to his taste or pursuit. These are advantages and gratificatioos wbich it makes one almost feverish to recount; they stamp au impression on the mind of the visitor, to whose habits and dispositions they address themselves, that never can be obliterated. But there is every reason to believe, that their continued possession is not such an advantage to 'a country as to common thinkers it may seem. They are likely, I grant, to bring out a great number of persons respectably versed in science, literature and art: they are likely to render the general public conversational and pretending on all these subjects,--but their results will be acquirement as opposed to genius, talking as opposed to feeling, research as opposed to production, and imitation as opposed to invention. The character of the French as a people, and the character of their works, may be ap. pealed to in confirmation of this opinion.
The present state of French literature is certainly low. They say the talent of the nation has been turned into other channels, and there is a good deal of truth in the remark. They have not at present a writer above the rank of a pamphleteer; and the cleverness of a flimsy unprincipled article in one of the public prints, is about the outside reach of their literary genius.
Like ourselves, they are totally without dramatic writers of the best class; though their small pieces have much effect and point. In oratory they are at once poor and vicious. In science, France has still several very distinguished names, but she does not seem to be replacing those whom
she is losing, with any thing like their equals. In one science of the highest importance to mankind, she is very decidedly behind England, namely, in that of Medicine. Her practitioners, comparatively speaking, are not skil. ful, and their principles are not sound. In military tactics, the French, as is well known, may boast to possess some who are deemed the first masters of the day, and as they have introduced quite a new system of making war, and have brought forth into practice military powers and capacities that were never before thought of, they seem fairly entitled to take the lead in this respect. In the field, however, England has maintained her equality; but then her generals were never properly pitted against him, who was always considered the greatest captain of the French armies, and who conducted war on a vaster scale and with greater variety of resources, and comprehensiveness of plan, than any of his predecessors or contemporaries.
But in all those efforts of mind that denote deep internal feeling, chaste and sound principle, and enlarged and honest observation, the French are at present not only behind the English, but a!so the Germans. The whole of their system of society and instruction is opposed to what is natural, touching, and pure ? and their remarkable disposition to look for models only to themselves and their own possessions, stands directly in the way of their improvement. England has at present numerous excellent poetst-France has but one:-it might be said she never had. But she cannot be convinced of this; and she cannot be convinced that the hardness and poverty of David do not constitute a standard of the first rate excellence of arts. She has the antique, and she prides herself ou these monuments as if they had been achieved by herself ; but her vanity prevents her from making a judicious use of her good fortune in this respect. She merely extracts a few mechanical rules from these high examples, but to the soul of the lesson, and 10 the inspiration of the inducement, she is utterly callous. Her students generally copy from David. They prefer the sublimated and refined essence of art, as contained in the works of this modern Frenchman to its crude and coarse body in the produc. tions of the Italians of the fifteenth century.
• Science is visibly on the decline in France; and yet they seem not disposed to renovate it by imitating the laudable institutions that are daily springing up in almost every populous town in Great Britału.
+ At the time this article was written, England owned the greatest poet in the world; but alas! he is no more. Still she can boast of a Sonthey, a Campbell, a Scott, a Moore, and numerous other sweet poets; such men France has not seen since the time of Cervantes.
CONSOLATION. O, CHILD of grief! why weepest thou ? Why droops thy sad and mournful brow? Why is thy look so like despair? What deep sad sorrow lingers there? Thou mourn'st, perhaps, for some one goneA friend-a wife-a little one;, Yet mourn not, for thou hast above A friend in God, and “God is love." Was it remorse that laid thee low? Is it for sin thou mournest so? Surely thou bear'st a heavy grief ; Yet, mourner, there is still relief. There's one on high can pardon give, Who gave his life that thou may'st live; Seek, then, comfort from aboveTby friend is God, and “God is love." Has cold unkindness wounded thee? Does thy loved friend now from thee flee? O, turn thy thoughts from earth to heaven! Where no such cruel wounds are given. In all the varying scenes of woe, The lot of fallen man below Still lift thy tearful eye above, And hope in God, for “ God is love." Sweet is the thought-time flies apaceThis earth is not our resting place; And sweet the promise of the Lord, To all who love his name and word.” Then, weeping pilgrim, dry thy tearsComfort on every side appears ; An eye beholds thee from aboveAn eye of God, and “God is love." x 3