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In this respect they stand first, perhaps, in | weak side of prosperity is its intolerance of Britain. But, energetic though they are, the ill success in life of others. They have they want the eager industry of the people a similar contempt and dislike for the Highof Glasgow. It was here the steam-engine landers. Democratic in a high degree-rewas first applied to the propulsion of floating publican even, if a republic could be comvessels; here that the substitution of iron passed without a disturbance-they have, for timber in the construction of shipping, nevertheless, a strong sense of the dignity of first made us independent of imported ma- titles, and regard individual noblemen with terials in the production of these prime singular consideration. The Duke of Athol, agents in civilization; here that the inhabit- however, was near being roughly treated ants of an inland city first set the example of when he lately descended from his Gramopening a way for the sea and its heaviest pians to lay the foundation stone of their burthens to their doors, through a distance new bridge. The Duke is a Celt and a Freeof twenty miles of shallow river, so that first- mason; both characters involving a kind of class frigates now lie at their wharfs, receiv- sentiment with which the Glasgow peopleing their engines out of the machine-makers' though three-fourths of Celtic origin themyards, where twenty years ago would hardly selves-have little sympathy; and he came have been water for a frigate's tender. Per- amongst them, laden with the odium of that haps in the whole course of centralizing in- unhappy right (or rather wrong) of way terference, there never occurred a more through Glen Tilt. There seems little doubt monstrous instance of presumption than in that the passage through Glen Tilt had bethe authorities at Somerset House claiming come dedicated to the public before the Duke to transfer the management of the Clyde to sought to revive the privilege formerly exerLondon. Glasgow, it is true, measured by cised by his father and grandfather, of stoppopulation, is but a sixth part of London; ping the passage on the occasion of great but measured by the wealth they respectively hunting matches. It seems that it is the produce, London is not a sixth part of nature of deer to fly even from the scent of Glasgow. The one has grown great by the man; and that once, when the Duke had absorption of the wealth of the provinces; projected a grand hunting match for the enthe other, without depriving the country of tertainment of the Queen and Prince Albert, a single rich resident, of a single profitable and had got the deer assembled in Glen Tilt, trade or beneficial institution, has grown some unsavory traveller passed up the defile, rich by the conversion of the gifts of nature and the herd getting wind of him, went off into new forms of value and utility, which it in disgust. When the royal huntress came adds from year to year to the national stock to Glen Tilt next morning, there were no of wealth. If ever a community have given deer to catch, and the Duke's disappointpractical evidence of the capacity to management was excessive, as well as his annoyance, their own affairs with advantage to themselves and the country, it has been this of Glasgow. In the midst of their prosperity and just elation, however, surgit amari aliquid. A population, in great part composed of the dregs of the Irish workhouses, has sprung up amongst them, and they groan, like ourselves, under an oppressive poor-rate. Of £65,000 poor-rate levied off one parish in Glasgow, £45,000 is consumed by Irish. They ship these wretches back to Belfast, and Belfast reships them to Glasgow; unprofitable commerce! The odor in which the Irish at large are held in Glasgow is not rendered the less pungent by these interchanges. We are regarded as beggarly, proud, lazy, Popish, and disaffected. We cannot all, however, be iron-workers, or even cottonspinners; and it must be owned that a more just and temperate judgment of our demerits would probably be formed by a community less busy and more reflective. The

at what he considered an intrusion on his rights. Hence the prohibition, the assertion of the counter-right, the collision, and the lawsuit, which is still pending. In the meantime, and we believe ever since the first assertion of the Duke's claim, every one who is not above asking, obtains permission to pass, as a matter of course. It seems no more than justice to say this much on the Duke's behalf, although he is alleged to be so proud a man that he disclaims the services of all apologists, and would not even condescend to disavow the forged letter, bearing his signature, which was published by the Times. He may be proud, and in the matter of Glen Tilt he probably is wrong; but whether he resent the liberty taken with his name or not, he cannot help the fact being here recorded, that while other Highland proprietors have turned their once cheerful straths into sheep-walks and solitudes, he has not allowed a single man of his tenantry

to leave his estate. It is a thousand pities, all, there is nothing in the blood of three out that the public and such a man do not un- of four of our countrymen which need imderstand one another better. pede them in the pursuit either of wealth or knowledge. But it is time to remember that went into these digressions opposite

An instructive lesson may be derived from noticing the names over the shop-fronts of Glasgow. A large proportion are those of men of Highland descent. It is, in great measure, a Čeltic population; though here the Celts are in such disrepute. Quam temere in nosmet ! Surely there must be as much in soil, air, and occupation, as there is in blood, that makes distinctions between classes and families of men. The slothfulness and imaginativeness of the Highlander, are here converted into an immitigable activity and positiveness. One-half, probably, of the most prosperous men of business in the city are of Highland extraction. Celt and Saxon alike indulge a liberal love of whiskey, which they carry off with exemplary steadiness. We here in Ireland neither drink so much nor spend so much as these thriving and sober-minded people; yet we are accused of drunkenness and extravagance. It is consolatory to think, that, after



The style of building in Rothesay, and the other lower towns on the Clyde, has less of the villa character than in those we have passed by. The shipping, scattered over a broader surface, no longer crowd the river. The mansions and parks on the shore are more wide-spread, secluded, and aristocratic: and, as in Banvard's Panorama of the Mississippi the appearance of the blue water below New Orleans indicates that the exhibition draws to a close, so the swell that meets us as we pass beyond the Lesser Cumbray, and come in sight of the Craig of Ailsa, tells that we are out of the Clyde. We leave the scene of much enjoyment, of many kindnesses, and, let us hope, of some instruction, with a hearty aspiration-let Glasgow flourish!

MRS. SHERWOOD.-We have this week to | record the death of an old and valued writer, whose tales have long been cherished by youthful readers. We are indebted for the following biographical notice to "The illustrated London News:"-Mrs. Sherwood, one of the most popular writers of juvenile and serious fiction, was the daughter of Dr. George Butt, Chaplain to George III., Vicar of Kidderminster, and Rector of Stanford, in the county of Worcester. Dr. Butt was the representative of the family of Sir William De Butt, well known as physician to Henry VIII., and mentioned as such by Shakspeare. Mary Martha Butt, afterwards Mrs. Sherwood, was born at Stanford, Worcestershire, on the 6th of May, 1775. In 1803, she married her cousin Henry Sherwood, of the 53d Regiment of Foot, and accompanied her husband to India the same year, where, in consequence of her zealous labors in the cause of religion amongst the soldiers and natives dwelling around her, Henry Martyn and the Right Rev. Daniel Corrie, D.D., late Bishop of Madras, became acquainted with her, and the intimacy which then commenced remained unbroken until death. Her principal works were, that exceedingly favorite tale of "Henry and his Bearer;" also, "The Lady of the Manor," "The Church Cate

chism,' The Nun," "The Fairchild Family," and, more recently, "The Golden Garland of Inestimable Delight." The great number of her books prevents an enumeration of even the most popular of them. Mrs. Sherwood's husband, Captain Sherwood, expired after a most trying illness, at Twickenham, on the 6th of December, 1849. The fatigues she went through in devoted attention to him, and the bereavement she experienced at the severance by fate of a union of nearly half a century, were the ultimate cause of her own demise. Though she was of an advanced age, her mental faculties never failed her, and she preserved a religious cheerfulness of mind to the last. She expired at Twickenham, sursurrounded by her family, on Monday, the 22d October, leaving one son, the Rev. Henry Martyn Sherwood, Rector of Broughton Hacket, and the Vicar of White Ladies, Ashton, Worcestershire, and two daughters. The eldest is the wife of a clergyman, and mother of a numerous family. The younger has always resided with her parents, and has, of late years, assisted in her mother's writings, and bids fair to continue her parent's reputation. She has been, we are informed, intrusted, by her mother's special desire, with papers containing the records of Mrs. Sherwood's life, which will shortly be published.

From Blackwood's Magazine.


WHO will venture to make catalogue of the possible results of the "Submarine Electric Telegraph?" The more we meditate, the more new wonders open before us. We are running a race with Time; we outstrip the sun, with the round world for the racecourse. Yet, let us not boast: we do not run the race, but that more than a hundred million horse-power invisible to us, which was created with the sun. We are but the atoms involved, and borne about in the secrets of nature. And the secrets-what know we of them? The facts only of a few of them the main-springs of their action are, and perhaps ever will be, hidden. The world progresses; it has its infant state, its manhood state, and its old age: in what state are we now? and what is the world's age? Madame de Staël considered it quite in its youth-only fifteen-scarcely responsible! It seems, however, making rapid growth. Is it past the conceited epoch, and now catting its wise teeth? We stand like spectators at the old fair-show; we see the motley, the ever busy, ever running harlequin and columbine; we are astonished at the fooleries, and are amazed at the wit, the practical wisdom, the magical wand power of the fantastic descendants of Adam and Eve, the masculine and the feminine; and we laugh to behold the shuffling step of old Grandfather Time, as

"Panting Time toiled after them in vain."

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It is through the agency of mind that a few secrets are disclosed to us, and for our use. We call the recipient and the inventor Genius. It is given, as it is wanted, at the right time, and for the preordained purpose. We are skeptical as to "mute inglorious Where the gift is bestowed it is used; and if it appear to be partially used, it is where partially given, that one man may advance one step, his successor another-and thus invention leads to invention. Genius for one thing arises in one age, and sleeps after his deed is done; genius for another

thing succeeds him. Who shall dare to limit the number? One thing only we pause to admire-how seldom does the gift fall upon bad men!

There have been, perhaps, those who have had thrown in upon their minds a wondrous vision of things to come, which they were not allowed, themselves, to put forth in manifest action to the world. There have been seers of knowledge; and, perhaps, prophesiers in facts. No one will credit the assertion, therefore we make it not, that thousands of years ago steam was known, and applied to the purposes of life. We call, then, certain records the prophecies of Facts; that is, there was a certain practical knowledge, which in its description is prophetic of a new knowledge to be developed. Semiramis set up a pillar on which it was written, "I, Semiramis, by means of iron made roads over impassable mountains, where no beasts [of burthen] come." ." Did Semiramis prophesy a railroad-or were there Brunells and Stephensons then ? When Homer spake of the ships of the Phocæans, how they go direct to the place of their venture, "knowing the mind" of the navigator, "covered with cloud and vapor," had the old blind bard a mind's-eye vision of our steam-ships? Many more may be the prophecies of Facts; for in these cases doubtless there were facts, the prophecy being in the telling.

But there have been visions also without facts-that is, without the practical visions of an inward knowledge-wherein nature had given a mirror and bade genius look into it. Friar Bacon's prophecy is an example.

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Bridges," says he, "unsupported by arches, can be made to span the foaming current; man shall descend to the bottom of the ocean safely breathing, and treading with firm step on the golden sands never brightened by the light of day. Call but the secret powers of Sol and Luna into action, and behold a single steersman, sitting at the helm, guiding the vessel which divides. the waves with greater rapidity than if she

had been filled with a crew of mariners toiling at the oars. And the loaded chariot, no longer encumbered by the panting steeds, darts on its course with relentless force and rapidity. Let the pure and simple elements do thy labor; bind the eternal elements, and yoke them to the same plough."

and Present together in dramatis persona is amusingly embodied. We forget the particulars, but we think Cæsar or Cicero figures in the dialogue. The ridiculous is their laughable ignorance of the commonest things. The modern takes out his watch and puts it to his ear, and tells the ancient the hour of the day. This is but one out of many puzzling new things; but, even here, how little is told of the real post-Ciceronian inventions; for the object of the play is to show the skill of the Germans only; it is but an offering to the German genius of invention.

Could a tale of Sinbad's voyage have been

Here are poetry and philosophy wound together, making a wondrous chain of prophecy. Who shall adventure upon a solution of that golden chain, which the oldest of poets told us descended from heaven to earth, linking them as it were together? Was it an electric fluid in which mind and matter were in indissoluble union? What prophetic truths may yet be extract-read to the Roman-how, as he approached ed from myth and fable, and come blazing the mountain, the nails flew out of the ship, like comets we know not whence, into the for lack of comprehension of the load-stone world's field! Hermes "the inventor," what is his wand, serpent-twined, and its meaning, brought into vulgar translation, and seen in the buffoonery of harlequinade? of what new power may it not be the poetical prototype? Who shall contemplate the mutiplicity of nature's facts, and the myriads of multiplicities in their combination? Knowing that all that has ever been written or spoken, in all languages, is but the combination of a few sounds transferred to the alphabet of twenty-four letters, or even less, are we not lost in the contemplation of the possibilities of the myriads of facts, in their interchangings, combinations, and wonderful dovetailings?

Perhaps, that we may not know too much before our time, facts are withdrawn from us as others are protruded. Memory may sleep, that invention may awake. Did we know by what machinery Stonehenge was built, we might have rested satisfied with a power inadequate to other and new wants, for which that power might have been no help. Archimedes did that which we cannot do, in order that we might do that which he did not.

he would have thought it only fantastically stupid; and if he had laughed, it would have been at the narrator's expense. And so, indeed, it has fared with discoverers: they have been before the time of elucidation, like Friar Bacon; and some for fear of ridicule have kept back their knowledge; but not many perhaps; for knowledge, when it is touched by genius, becomes illuminated and illuminating, and will shine though men may shut the door, and stay themselves outside and see it not, while it brightens up only the four walls of a small chamber as it were with the magic lantern in a student's hand. Whereas it ought, according to its power, to gild the universe. The secresy of invention is rather of others' doing-of an envious or doubting world of lookers on, than of the first perceiving genius. Fortunately the gift of genius, as intended for the use of mankind, comes with an expansive desire of making it known.

If the memory of tradition fails, and some inventions are lost, that their details may not hamper the faculty that should take altogether a new line, so have we what we may term false lines, that yet, nevertheless, lead into the true. Science may walk in an apparently unnecessary labyrinth, and awhile be lost in the wildest mazes, and yet come out into day at last, and have picked up more than it sought by the way. Wisdom herself may have been seen sometimes wearing the fool's cap. The child's play of toss

Who shall lift the veil of possibility? Of this we may be sure, as the mind is made inventive, (and there is no seeming probability that a faculty once given will be taken away from our created nature,) there is a large and inexhaustible store-house, wherefrom it shall have liberty to gather and to combine. We do not believe that steam itself, the miracle of our age, is any-ing up an apple has ended in establishing thing more than a stepping-stone to the discovery of another power-means superseding means. There is and will be no end, as long as the fabric of the world lasts.

There is an old German play, in which the whimsical idea of bringing the Past

the law of gravitation. The boy Watt amused himself in watching a kettle on the fire; his genius touched it, and it grew and grew into a steam-engine; and, like the giant in the show, that shook off his limbs, and each became another giant, myriads of gi

gantic machines, of enormous power, hundred-armed Briareuses, are running to and fro in the earth, doing the bidding of the boy observant at his grandam's hearth. Is there an Arabian tale, with all its magic wonders, that can equal this? We said that Wisdom has worn the fool's cap; true, and Foolery was the object-the philosopher's stone; but in the wildest vagaries of her thought, there were wise things said and done, and her secretary, Common Sense, made notes of the good; and all was put down together in a strange short-hand, intelligible to the initiated; and the facts of value were culled, in time, and sifted from the follies, and from the disguises-for there were disguises, that strangers should not pry into them before the allowed hour. Alchemy has been the parent of chemistry-that "Tepa," and its great mysteries, to reveal which was once death!! Secrets were hidden under numbers, letters, signs of the zodiac, animals, plants, and organic substances. Thus in the vocabulary of the alchemists, the basilisk, the dragon, the red and green lions, were the sulphates of copper and of iron; the salamander, the fire; milk of the black cow, mercury; the egg, gold; the red dragon, cinnabar. There is a curious specimen, in the work of the monk Theophilus, translated by Mr. Hendrie, how to make Spanish gold:

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such language as this which led to the popular belief that the Jews, who were great goldsmiths and alchemists, made sacrifices with the blood of children; and many a poor Jew suffered for the sin of mystifying knowledge. "The toads of Theophilus," says Mr. Hendrie, "are probably fragments of the mineral salt, nitrate of potash, which would yield one of the elements for the solvent of gold; the blood of the Red Man, which had been dried and ground, probably a muriate of ammonia," &c. Such were the secrets of the "Ars Hermetica;" and their like may have been hidden in the wand of Hermes, Dragons, serpents, and toads! Awful the vocabulary, to scare the profane; but fair Science came at length unscathed out of the witches' cauldron; and thus it appeared that natural philosophy, like its own toad, ugly and venomous, bore a "precious jewel in its head."

Alchemy and magic were twin sisters, and often visited grave philosophers in their study both together. The Orphic verses and the hexameters of Hesiod, on the virtues of pre cious stones, exhibit the superstitions of science. They descended into the deeply imaginative mind of Plato, and perhaps awakened the curiosity of the elder, scarcely less fabulous Pliny, the self-devoted martyr to the love of discoveries in science. The Arabian Tales may owe some of their marvels to the hidden sciences, in which the Arabs were learned, and which they carried with them into Spain. Albertus Magnus, in his writings, preserved the Greek and Arab secrets; and our Roger Bacon turned them over with the hand of a grave and potent genius, and his touch made them metaphorically, if not materially, golden. His prophecy, which we have given, was, when uttered, a kind of "philosopher's stone."

The Gentiles, whose skilfulness in this art is probable, make basilisks in this manThey have under-ground a house, walled with stones everywhere, above and below, with two very small windows, so narrow that scarcely any light can appear through them in this house they place two old cocks, of twelve or fifteen years, and they give them plenty of food. When these have become fat, through the heat of their good condition, they agree together, and lay eggs. Superstitions of science, of boasted and Which being laid, the cocks are taken out, boasting philosophy! And why not? Is and toads are placed in, which may hatch there not enough of superstition now extant the eggs, and to which bread is given as -a fair sample of the old? Is the new food. The eggs being hatched, chickens philosophy without that original ingredient? issue out like hens' chickens, to which, after It is passed down from the old, and will inseven days, grow the tails of serpents, and corporate itself with all new in some measure immediately, if there were not a stone pave- or other, for the very purpose of misleading, ment, they would enter the earth," &c., &c. | that the very bewilderment may set the in"After this, they uncover them, and apply ventive brain to work, in ways it thought not a copious fire, until the animals' insides are of. Reasoners are every day reasoning themcompletely burnt. Which done, when they selves out of wholesome, air-breathing, have become cold, they are taken out, and awakening truths, into the visionary land of carefully ground, adding to them a third dreams, and, speaking mysteriously like unpart of the blood of a Red Man, which blood contradicted somnambulists, believe themhas been dried and ground." selves to be oracular. Materialists have fol"Doubtless it was the discovery of some lowed matter, driven it into corners, divided VOL XXV. NO. I.


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