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of this character, which pervaded, and animated, and endeared the whole, was, warmth of heart-a Cordial kindness of disposition. His affections were remarkably strong-his temper, naturally warm, was subdued and chastened by the reigning power of religious principle:-and with the finest and tenderest sensibilities, he united an uncommon firmness of mind, the product, at once, of natural constitution and gracious influence; which, whilst it marked his general deportment, was es pecially conspicuous under the aillictions of life; enabling him, in private, to maintain a dignified Christian composure, and in some of his public appearances, even when his spirit was burdened with the heaviest griefs, to rise above himself, and to elevate his charmed, and arrested, and melted audience along with him, to the purest and sublimest heights of devotional feeling.-in the intercourse of private life, no man could more emphatically be said to enjoy his friends than Dr Balfour. In the social circle, he opened his heart to all the reciprocations of kindness:-his countenance beamed with pleasure; and even in age he retained the glow and the vivacity of youth. His familiar conversation was characterised by a cheerful and facetious pleasantry:-but he ever turned with delight to sacred subjects: no man could make the transition more rapidly and entirely; and on these he was always at home, speaking out of the abundance of his heart." Having himself experienced the bitterness of domestic afflictions, and the sweetness of the consolations of religion, he excelled as a comforter of the mourners. He was a wise, affectionate, and faithful counsellor, to the young espe cially, who, on sacramental or other occasions, came to converse with him on religious concerns, he displayed a paternal tenderness, and a condescending and insinuating gentleness, which won his way to their hearts, and drew them to the paths of piety with the cords of love. The bitter tears of surviving relatives bear testimony to his domestic virtues, and to the delight which his presence diffused through the family circle; the deep-felt sadness of the intimates of his early days, to the sincerity, the cordiality, and the steadiness of his friendships; and the acute and pensive sorrow of a mourning people, to the long-tried and sterling worth of his pastoral administrations. The distinguishing characters of his preaching were,-a clear and comprehensive view of his subject-textual distinctness of arrangement-luminous exhibition of truth-pointed discrimation of character-a thorough intimacy with the labyrinths of the heart, and with the varieties, genuine and delusive, of Christian experience-warmth of persuasive earnestness -faithful closeness of practical application-and exuberant command of appropriate and powerful expression. He adhered, with exemplary constancy, to the Apostolic determination, not to know any thing amongst his hearers save Jesus Christ, and him crucified." All his pulpit addresses, whether doctrinal or hortatory, bore, through their entire texture, the impress of the cross. The doctrines of salvation by free grace were held forth in all their scriptural purity and simplicity; and the necessity of practical godliness, as the result of the faith of these doctrines, was urged with unremitting fidelity. His was not the icy coliness of speculative orthodoxy. His preaching was truly the utterance of the heart. Those who have listened to him in his happy moments of warm and impassioned elevation, have heard him pour forth the fulness of an affectionate spirit; warning, alarming, inviting, persuading, beseeching-his whole soul thrown into his countenance; and in his penetrating eye, the fire of ardent zeal gleaming through the tears of benignity and love. During the long period of his ministry, he grew every day in the affectionate admiration and esteem of the people of his charge; to whom no charms of novelty or variety could ever fully compensate for the absence of their own beloved instructor; and amongst whom there were many, who, with the peculiar tenderness of filial attachment, looked up to him as their spiritual father. Twelve years ago he had occasion to give practical evidence of the strength of his reciprocal attachment to his flock, by declining, in opposition to a variety of secular inducements, a pressing call to a charge in the métropolis. Although himself attached to the Established Church of Scotland, he exemplified a generous and cordial liberality toward those who dissented from her communion. Christians of every persuasion united in esteeming and loving

him;-and, by a uniform consistency of personal and ministerial deportment; by zealous "readiness to every good work," for advancing the interests, whether temporal or spiritual, of individuals, of his city, of his country, or of the great family of mankind, he secured an approving testimony in the consciences of all. Never was reputation, during so long a period of trial, more unblemished. If the breath of slander ever touched him, it was breathing on a mirror of steel;-.he dimness passed away in an instant, leaving the polished surface brighter than before. In him, the institutions for the dissemination of the Scriptures, the propagation of the gospel, and the general advancement of religion, ever found a zealous patron, and to them his loss will be incalculable. Living, he was respected, honoured, and admired, and his death will occasion a chasm which it will be difficult to fill up. The mortal remains of this estimable man and valued minister were attended to the narrow house by a large assembly of sincere mourners, and amidst an unprecedented concourse of spectators, along all the streets through which the fune ral procession passed; affording an impressive testimony of the universality of the public sentiment of regard, and of that deserved popularity as a minister, which, from the first, was uncommonly high, and which continued without abatement from the commencement to the close of his career." The Memory of the Just is Blessed!"-Glasgow Herald.

[The above vivid and striking portraiture of Dr Balfour's character was drawn by the Rev. Ralph Wardlaw, who has since published a Funeral Sermon full of eloquence and a truly christian spirit. We cannot bestow higher praise on this Sermon than to say that it is such an one as the high talents and virtues of Dr Balfour deserved, and shews that the preacher was worthy of having enjoyed the friendship of that universally lamented Minister of Christ.] Editor.

On Friday the 23d ult. the remains of Mr John Theodore Jonas Cramer, late band master to the 88th regiment, were deposited in the Canongate church-yard. Mr C. was in his 26th year, and died of a consumption. He was much respected as a musician and composer by the officers, and his good humour will long endcar his memory to his gallant surviving companions.

26. At Minto, Roxburghshire, the Right Hon. Wm Elliott of Wells, M. P. Mr E. though connected with Scotland by descent and property, was born and educated in England. Intimate in early youth with the son of Mr Burke, he was soon distinguished by the friendship of that great man, and by that of his celebrated scholar Mr Windham. With him the bright society of their friends and followers is nearly extinct. By his death his country has lost one of her most accomplished gentlemen, and Parliament is bereaved of an ornament which can hardly be replaced. Few men have united so much dignity in public with such amiable qualities in private life as Mr Elliott, and there is no man whose loss will be felt with more sincere and unmingled regret. His eloquence was peculiarly his own. He spoke seldom in Parliament; but with a mild gravity, with evident marks of conscious de liberation, and with an urbanity and equity towards his opponents, which gave an authority to his speeches unattained by the greatest orators of his time. His utterance, his figure, and his countenance, were suited to his eloquence. He had a great power of condensation, a talent peculiar to those minds only who have gained a complete mastery over the subject of discourse. His most inge nious reasonings were conveyed in transparent language. His diction was pure English, correct beyond the level of public speaking, always ele gant, and on fit occasions it naturally rose towards Majesty. In a word, he wanted no quality necessary to instruct, to conciliate, and to persuade.Others have spoken with more force, but no man ever spoke with more permanent possession of the honest partiality of an audience. It is true that a part of his gentle ascendant over the House of Commons flowed from the character of the man as much as from the powers of the orator. His spotless life, his unbending integrity, and his lofty sense of honour, were too generally known, and too perceptible through his modest deportment, not to bespeak attention and favour for whatever fell from him. These moral qualities were still more important in the relations of private lif In society, his good sense, and various know!

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were adorned by a most pure taste, and by an un-
usual degree of unaffected elegance in familiar con-
versation. As he was modest and delicate, he had
somewhat of the neighbouring quality of reserve;
and though his polished manners pleased those
who were strangers to him, the charins of his so
ciety were felt only by his intimat friends.
the inidst of the praises offered by a whole Parlia-
ment to the memory of Mr Horner, none of the
affecting speeches delivered on all sides, conveyed
more evidently the tribute of a kindred spirit than
that of Mr Elliott. As his own constant friendship
survived the shock of political difference, he reap-
ed the reward of this excellent part of his nature,
in never exciting alienation in his friends when he
differed from them the most widely and at the
most critical moments. On one occasion he was
compelled to dissent from that venerable person
(Lord Fitzwilliam), whom he called "the last link
in his public and private friendships." It was a
grievous calamity; but it served more brightly to
display the firmness of his prine ples, and the ten-
derness of his friendship. Both these excellent
persons reverenced each other the more for their
conscientious difference; and their friendship was
consolidated (for a time, alas! too short) by that
which dissolves vulgar connexions.

Lately-At Kenton, aged 96, Mr Joseph Carnall. He lived fifty-three years in the service of the present and late Lord Viscount Courtenay, and rode post from Powderham Castle to Exeter every day (and frequently twice a-day) during the above pe riod of time, without experiencing an hour's illness. In these repeated journies he had travelled upwards of 300,000 miles, being more than twelve times the circumference of the whole earth.

At Ferry, near Gainsborough, aged 104 years and six months, perfectly sensible to the last, and till a few days before her death in good health, Mrs Barbary Dodgson.

At the village of Ruthwell, aged sixty-two years, Mr Stewart Lewis, a most singular and eccentric character. He was a native of Ecclefechan; and his father, who was of jacobitical principles, named him Stewart, after the unfortunate House of that name: he had a brother, who was called Charles, after Prince Charles, commonly called the Pretender. The life of poor Stewart was chequered in the extreme. In his early years, he herded cows in the neighbourhood of Ecclefechan. Shortly after, he engaged in a mercantile concern near Chester, but was deceived by the villainy of his partner, who fled to America, with a considerable sum, leaving Lewis to answer all demands. He voluntarily gave up all; but this misfortune hurt his feelings so much, that he began to live rather freely-a habit which he never afterwards could relinquish. After some time he returned to Scotland, and married the first and only woman he ever loved. He then travelled for some time in Dumfries-shire, selling cloth, and occasionally cultivat ing his vein for the Muses. When Lord Hopetoun raised his fencible regiment, he entered into that corps, and continued till they were disbanded in 1799. He then got employment from a Mr Melville in Dysart, at a spinning mill near Leslie, he remained there four years, and then went to Glasgow; being unable to procure employment there, he proceeded to Edinburgh, where he resided many years, living chiefly upon what his poems produc ed, which his wife went about selling. She, however, died in the spring of 1817, and he continued to lament her loss till the last moment of his existence. After this the life of Stewart had something truly romantic in it. He travelled, vending his productions, along with his son; but, from a principle of modesty, always the companion of real genius, he never applied personally to any one;

when he came near a house of respectability, he sent a card by his son hoping they would purchase a copy. After nearly twice completing the tour of Scotland, he fell sick and died at Ruthwell, as above mentioned. What is very singular, he is interred in the same grave which contains the remains of his father, grandfather, and great grandfather. While Stewart lived in Edinburgh, his house was the common resort of the students from Dumfries-shire. In the summer of 1817, he travelled all over the Highlands, and remained nearly a whole day on the lofty summit of Ben-Nevis. During the present year Lewis perambulated the counties of Cumberland, Westmoreland, and Durhun, Berwickshire, Fifeshire, Lanarkshire, Ayrshire, and lastly Dumfries-shire. He wrote "Fair Helen of Kirkconnel Lee," the "African Slave," and several other pieces of merit. He has left one son and three daughters. His funeral was respectably attended; and we understand that a stone is to be erected to his memory, by the admirers of this singularly unfortunate bard

At Falkirk, at the early age of 25 years, Mr Wil liam Maxwell Wilson, of a consumption. This young gen'leman was brought up to the seafaring line-got the command of a ship, in which he

traded to America. He at one time saved the cargo and ship Sibyl, of 300 tons, which he found at sea deserted by her crew, and carried her safe into Charleston; and, again returning from Jamaica, he saved the crew of the ship Orpheus, from Liverpool, and the ship filling fast, with the greatest difficulty Captain Wilson and his boat's crew escaped the vortex of the sinking vessel. This last exertion brought on a consumption which terminated hi existence-justly regretted by all who knew him.

At Strachur, Argyleshire, Dr Ivie Campbell. On the morning of the day on which he died he enjoyed excellent health, and had eaten a hearty breakfast. As the day happened to be rainy, he overheated himself by joining too actively with his servants in housing corn. Having got up at an early hour, it was thought he had fallen asleep, when he had leaned over some sheaves that were placed before him, but, alas! it was the sleep of death! A blood-vessel had burst, which instantly deprived him of sense and life.

In the Trinity-house, Hull, in his 90th year, Mr Joseph Wilson, the oldest shipmaster belonging to that port. He was at Lisbon at the time of the great earthquake in 1755.

The celebrated Swedish botanist, Schwartz, whose name has been given to two plants.

At her house, in Baggot-street, Dublin, the Hon. Mrs Jocelyn, relict of the Hon. George Jocelyn, brother to the Earl of Roden.

At Oaksey, Wiltshire, aged 80, Mr Fozard, of Ecclestone-street, Pimlico, formerly of Park-lane. At Dunfermline, in the 85d year of her age, Mrs Anne Lamont, widow of Mr James Tait, writer, Edinburgh.

At his lodgings, Adam-street West, Portmansquare, London, Mr John Murphy, long celebrated as an eminent professor of the union pipes: a man steady in friendship, and of sound integrity. His loss will be long felt by the admirers of Scotch and

Irish music.

At Cork, John Bernard Trotter, Esq. late private secretary to the late Right Hon. C. J. Fox. At Crookedstone, in Killead, Mr John Montgo His ancestors merie, farmer, in his 105th year. were distinguished for their longevity, his grandfather reached 120 years.

At Edinburgh, three weeks after having given birth to a son and heir, Elizabeth, wife of the Hon. Charles Noel Noel, of Barham Court, Kent.

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MDCCCXIX.

Q. F. F. Q. S.

I.

They said that all the ice about the Pole

Had cracked, and been dispersed in the Atlantic, And that old Winter never more would roll Benledi's top in his capote gigantic; And that December, with her parasol,

Would flirt about like July, quite romantic; And Yule-blocks never up the chimney roar, And het-pint be an idle name of yore.

II.

And late did Summer linger in our skies,
And long Benledi kept his dark cap on;
And spinsters were beginning to surmise

That all occasion for their muffs was gone;
And the blue, buzzing, bloated plague of flies
To a portentous corpulence were blown;
And Francis Moore, physician,' scratched his sconce,
To coin some novel nonsense for the nonce.

III.

But it would seem the gift of prophesying
Hath in good earnest been for ever lost;
While all are on the Quarterly relying

Full surely comes a frosta killing frost,
And leaves are falling fast, and flies a-dying,
And Misses wearing gauzes to their cost.
And Captain Ross comes back with shattered rig,
-And Mr Leslie looks exceeding big.

IV.

Ye marine worthies! much do we admire

Your worth, beyond all praise of worthiness! Your weather is as warm as ye desire,

Your Arctic venison is a savoury mess: And ye have grog enough your blood to fire,

And hammocks swinging grandly en altesse,➡ Prodigious is the peril of your births;

Snug marine martyrs! we admire your worths! V.

Aye-and so ever may the hoary king

Preserve his congelated throne in peace-
Aye-and so ever may fair Scotland bring
Her old ancestral hecatomb of geese-
So ever may the wassail bowl upiting

Its mists of gladness-so may never cease
The mirth that mustered in the elder day
Around the crackling hearth of Hogmanae!

VI.

Enough of noons hath Summer for reclining
Beneath the shadow of the green elm-tree,
While the bright sunbeams, all around us shining,
Touch not that dark deep nook of reverie.
There's been enough of unsubstantial dining,
There's been enough of cold lime Punch for me.
All hail once more the Baron broad and brown!
All hail the ruby flood that floats him down!

VII.

Give us no flimsy chips through polished bar,
Dispensing cheerlessly a stingy gleam,
But let the huge oak-root, with quivering scar
And rifted roughness, feed a dazzling beam;
And mingling freely in one ample jar

Nutmeg and citron, with a generous stream
Ale-metheglin-oporto-nectar brew,
To speed the old year and salute the new.

VIII.

Deep rolls the summons from St Giles's tower,
And swift as Gramoury the lanthorns glimmer.
For, privileged to boldness by the hour,
Forth with her horn trips each lighthearted limmer.
Demurely taps she at the dear lad's bower,

Demurely pledges she her festal brimmer.-
-Beware sweet innocence, nor linger long,
Beware the burthen of Ophelia's song.

IX.

Forth hies the stripling that hath never dared
To breathe the fatal whisper of his love;
Forth hies he, all his sheepish tale prepared,
Forth to the half-expectant sleepless dove.
Have mercy, Jenny! be his blushes spared,

O understand what pangs those blushes move; Do as thou wilt, be cruel or be coy,

But quiz not, o'er his pint, the stammering boy.

X.

And forth at signal of that solemn chime,
In modest mantle wrapt of sober hue,
Forth glides, with mingled cup of prose and rhyme,
Immaculate Miss Magazine to you

Most winsome Reader.-Reverence the time,
Nor with indignity her vows respue,

Fear no rude gysart here-arise-salute-
As gently as she comes your meek first-fool.

XI.

Like the great Laker's mountain heroine,
The maiden's gestures have at times been free;
A leaper and a dancer hath she been,

Unfettered and unfearing in her glee,
Yet older misses of less boisterous mien,
Have falser pas belike, to rue than she.
Her glances have not always been demure,
Her head's been giddy, but her heart is pure.

XII.

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On the Habits of Thought, inculcated by WORDSWORTH.

As in this country the investigations of metaphysicians have been directed chiefly towards the laws of intellect and association, and as we have nothing which deserves the name of philosophy founded upon an examination of what human nature internally says of itself, or upon enquiries into the dependance of one feeling upon another; in short, as we have neither any Platonism, nor even any philosophy of the passions, we must turn to the poets, if we wish to hear what our literature says upon these subjects; for, by our speculative men, they have been left in utter silence, darkness, and uncertainty. If the practical turn of mind, which has always been characteristic of our nation, has led to these neglects, there is nothing more to be said; for the works of intellectual men should be moulded according to the character of those who are to read them: and nothing can obtain much influence over life, if it finds not a broad foundation in the popular mind. Nevertheless, if philosophers profess to examine what human nature is, in the abstract, the peculiarities of their auditors will not serve as an excuse for slurring over particular branches of the subject, as if they had no existence.

Two things may be chiefly observed in Mr Wordsworth's poetry; namely, first, an attempt to awaken in the minds of his countrymen, certain lumieres which they do not generally possess, and certain convictions of moral laws existing

VOL. IV.

silently in the universe, and actually modifying events, in opposition to more palpable causes, in a manner similar to what is said to be taught by the philosophy of the Hindoos; and, secondly, a thorough knowledge of all the beauties of the human affections, and of their mutual harmonies and dependancies. In both of these things, he has scarcely had any precursors, either among the poets or philosophers of his country. Some traces of the convictions above alluded to, may be found in Spenser, and some fainter traces in Milton; whose turn of genius was decisively ascertained by the circumstance of his greater success in handling a subject, taken from the historical parts of the Old Testament, than one from the Christian Gospel. As for those who came after Milton, scarcely any thing above the level of actual existence appears in their writings; and, upon the whole, it would seem that the kind of sublimity with which the English have always been chiefly delighted, consists merely in an exhibition of the strength of the human energies, which, in our most esteemed poems and plays, are frequently not even elevated by selfdevotion; witness Coriolanus, Richard the Third, Satan in Paradise Lost, the Giaours and Corsairs, &c. of modern days. In these pieces, elements of human nature, which are by no means of the highest kind, are represented boiling and foaming with great noise, and their turbidity is falsely taken for the

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