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It cometh ! hence, away,
quoted from, is but the first part of a Leave to the elements their evil prey ! poem; but it is likewise a poem, and Hence to where our all-hallow'd ark uprears a fine one too, within itself. We conIts safe and reckless sides."
fess that we see little or nothing obThe angels seeing the coming doom, jectionable in it, either as to theologiwish to carry off Anah and Aholiba- cal orthodoxy, or general human feelmah to "
an untroubled star;" but are ing. It is solemn, lofty, fearful, told by Raphael, that it is in vain to wild, wicked, and tumultuous, and war with the commands of God. Aza- shadowed all over with the darkness ziel and Samiasa, however, as the wa- of a dreadful disaster. Of the angels ters descend, and distracted mortals who love the daughters of men we see come flying for refuge, soar off with little, and know less—and not too their mortal maidens; and Japhet ex- much of the love and passion of the claims,
fair lost mortals. The inconsolable “ Japh. They are gone! They have dis- despair preceding and accompanying
appear'd amidst the roar Of the forsaken world ; and never more,
an incomprehensible catastrophe, perWhether they live, or die with all earth's vàdes the whole composition, and its life,
expression is made sublime by the Now near its last, can aught restore
noble strain of poetry in which it is Anah unto these eyes.”
said or sung. Sometimes there is heaviA chorus of mortals then raise a ness—dulness—as if it were pressed woful and tumultuous song—and in on purpose, intended, perhaps, to “ The Waters rise: Men fly in every denote the occasional stupefaction, direction; many are overtaken by the drowsiness, and torpidity of soul prowaves; the Chorus of Mortals disper- duced by the impending destruction ses in search of safety up the Moun- upon the latest of the Antediluvians. tains; Japhet remains upon a rock, But, on the whole, it is not unworthy while the Ark floats towards him in of Byron-might have been published the distance."
by Murray-and is proof against the It appears that what we have now Constitutional Association.
* THE ENTAIL.
When a man gets the right sow by how few could create ? There is more the ear, we think he does wisely to absolute talent, knowledge, invention, pull away at it as long as the animal required to write a book that shall only appears to trot willingly in hand; and be tolerable, than to deliver the best therefore the author of " The Entail” oral critique that ever charmed a coshews his sense in thus lugging along terie, or to scribble a leading article the Public. For many years Mr Galt for the Edinburgh Review. We who was not a very successful writer, al- have written many books only tolerable, though all his works that we have seen (two or three first-rate) and many arexhibit no ordinary grasp and reach ticles fit for insertion even in this Maof thought. But the truth is, that gazine, know by experience the truth unsuccessful authors are a numerous of this assertion. But to write a good race, nd this gentleman, if he ever book-an excellent book—a genuine belonged to the clan, had many clever book, there comes the rub; and he who and acute persons to keep him in com- can do so, may turn up his nose, or pany and countenance. It is only when his little finger, ad libitum, at all the a man becomes distinguished, that we critics that ever snarled, from Aristarwonder why he was so long rather ob- chus to Mr Jeffrey. scure. Many are those of whom we Now, Mr Galt has written many think very highly, and who, without such books— books that do not lie tordelusion, think very highly of them- pid upon counters or tables, or doze selves, who will continue obscurish away their lives upon shelves, but that writers all their born days. But who keep circulating briskly as the claret is entitled to scorn them on that bottle at one of our monthly meetings ground? Of those who proudly, and at Ambrose’s. Thousands of people even judiciously and ably criticise, delight in them—thousands admire
The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy. By the Author of Annals of the Parish, Sir Andrew Wylie, &c. 3 vols. 12mo. Blackwood, Edinburgh ; Cadell, London. 1823.
them—thousands like them--thou- and enjoyments, and sufferings, which sands undervalue them out of spite they necessarily bring along with them, and thousands despise them out of Mr Galt gives us such insights into the pure stupidity. This is to be a po- constitution of human nature, as are pular author. His name comes to the at once interesting and useful, and ear with a sort of fillup. “Ah! Galt? enlarge our knowledge of its original ay, he is a clever, famous fellow that tendencies and powers, acted upon and Galt; his Sir Andrew Wheelie is rich, modified, and varied by the pursuits sir ; why, in some things he treads on and plans, and institutions of civil sothe heels of the Great Unknown.” ciety. “He tread upon the heels of the Great It is not very easy, in a work picUnknown! no such thing; I hate Wylie, turing human life, not upon any simhe is a cursed bore: but his ' Annals of ple and classical theory of representathe Parish,' if you had spoken of them, I tion, but by fragments, and, as it were, would have been your man—so natural large piecemeals of existence, to say
--so humoursome-so pathetic even. I who is the principal character--the knew old Micah Balwhidder perfectly chief hero. In the works of the Auwell; I attended his funeral one snowy thor of Waverley, accordingly, we find day in February, and I remember we no one leading spirit influencing and dined at widow Howie's on corned stamping the destinies of all, towards beef and greens.”
_“You might have one great consummation. Each does dined on stewed pole-cat, with tobacco- his own work, and sometimes the work stuffing, my man; but the Provost for of each is the most important and digmy money, auld Tam Pawkie. If that nified. The want of a hero, therefore, eunning cadger had gone southwards is, we think, a great excellence, in all in his youth, he would have been works of this kind; for, thereby, they Lord Mayor of London.”- .“ But what are liker reality, and keep us among sort of stuff is this Entail ? I suppose, our own experiences. Where every the same eternal stuff over and over thing is to be bent and moulded to again, like a seventh-day-task. I am meet our ideas of proportion, fitness, wearied-perfectly worn out with Galt beauty, and so forth, in a composition, and his everlasting volumes.”
our mind is apt to feel that art and Since this gentleman or lady, and nature are two different things, and many others beside, wish to know that the latter is sacrificed to the forwhat sort of a book is this “ Entail,” mer--the stronger to the weaker-that we shall tell them ; so, meanwhile, of which we care little, for that of Molly, my dear, make me another which we care every thing. This is tumbler, and hoist that half-hundred- the case, (to speak of smaller works, weight of a lump of coal from the though not small, with the very greathearthstone on the fire. Take your est) with the “ Entail.” It has many knitting, my love ; hold your tongue, leading characters, according to the if you can, for one hour; if not-Í disposition of the mind that reads it think I hear the children crying—so and while one person will think old take a look into the nursery.
Claud the hero, another may, perhaps, These volumes, then, contain the fix upon poor Wattie the Natural. history of the Walkinshaws, a family However, old Claud Walkinshaw is, in the “West Country ;” and without if not the hero, certainly a hero in his any attempt at fancy or imagination, way, and a very original hero. He either in the contrivance of incidents was the sole surviving heir of the or the delineation of passions, that his. Walkinshaws of Kittlestonheugh. His tory affords many vividly and strongly grandfather, the last laird of the line, drawn pictures of human life. Per- having been deluded by the golden haps, if our eyes could penetrate tho- visions that allured so many of the roughly into the domestic economy of Scottish gentry to embark their forany one family whatever, of human tunes in the Darien expedition, sent beings, we should see much to agitate his only son, the father of Claud, in one and interest. The personages here are of his ships, to that ruinous Isthmus. all merchants; and, in the exhibition He perished ; the old man was ruined; of the mercantile mind, in its intensest the wife of the young adventurer died; or milder states of money-wishing, Kittlestonheugħ was sold ; and infant with all the accompanying affections, Claud was taken, hy his grandfather,
to the upper story of a back house in souled, stiff-backed packman do next? Aird's close, in the Drygate, Glasgow. Why, marry to be sure, to beget a son,
Claud Walkinshaw, therefore, was (for daughters are not in such a case the poor, almost the beggar son of an worth mentioning) who shall one day old family; and he is described as ha- yet be kittlestonheugh. Accordingly, ving been supported in his boyhood by he looks about with the eye of a Walan old female servant. As he grew up kinshaw and a packman. He fixes his he came to know of what blood he keen, grey, money-making Kittlestonwas sprung, and that if it had not been heugh eye upon Grizzy Hypel, a gem for the malice of fortune, he might of the first water, a maid of the Mohave been Kittlestonheugh. Endowed lindinar, a sylph of the Saltmarket, a by nature with a strong intellect, and grace of the Gallowgate, and a very with a heart certainly not callous or “ creature of the element” of the insensible, but capable of contracting Candleriggs. Her character, as it is and concentrating all its feelings to one most admirably pourtrayed, we shall selfish and yet honourable purpose, not endeavour to sketch. It is a rich young Claud became a packman, and original. The ingenious editor of the internally bound himself, by an oath, Inverness Courier, (one of the best to retrieve the fortune of his family, newspapers in Scotland) exclaims over and by his own parsimony, industry, Grizzy Hypel, “What exquisite deperseverance, and enterprize, to stand light must she have afforded our bioin his grandfather's shoes. This is his grapher, as coyly and by reluctant deruling passion ; and such a character grees, her various charms of character is no fiction. All packmen are not in- unfolded to his imagination! We have deed like Claud Walkinshaw, neither her in all relations—from a blooming are all packmen like Wordsworth's bride to a reverend grandmother ; but pedlar. But we humbly conceive that age cannot wither her. Our author's Galt's hero is a more natural, and per- fancy seems to have run riot with laps not a less powerful, although cer- Grizzy Hypel, and he has ransacked tainly a less poetical personage than every element to find some name and Wordsworth’s. Through storm and appropriate attribute to adorn this pet sunshine, on plain and over mountain, heroine, till she comes at last a perfect by day and by night, hungry and with a counterpart of the lovers of Apellesfull stomach, drunk at others expense, a thing coinpounded of every creaand sober at his own-in town, vil- ture's best.” lage, grange, clachan, and solitary farm- Children of course are born, and house, Claud Walkinshaw, the pack- Claud gloats over the hidden hoard of man, travels with his wares on his his ideas of uniting at last Plealands, back, sells them cheap, dear, or mo- the estate of his wife's father, with his derate-cheats, we suppose, occasion- own, which he hopes will one day comally, and sometimes is strictly honest, prehend Kittlestonheugh. He is not till at last, cheered all the time by the an ordinary miser; ground, land, soil, uncommunicated solitary joy of one earth, old stedfast property of houses, stedfast purpose, he gathers together a fields, and trees, that had belonged to few hundred pounds. Then he sees Kit- his ancestors, but had been blown out tlestonheugh, not in the hopeless per- of the family by the very.
winds that spective of imagination, but he almost wafted his grandfather's ship over the touches with his ell-wand, the gable- seas to death and perdition—these are end of the hereditary house. Then he the solid permanent objects of his imadoffs the pack, is erratic no more, and gination, and to repossess these, and to sets up a shop in Glasgow-a city im- send into the gate of the old hereditary mortalized by the saving genius of its house a son of his own loins,—this is population, and by the destroying ge- the fire that burns perpetually in his nius of this Magazine. Claud Wal- heart, and flings its light over his kinshaw waxes rich; and with a pas- strong-box. But old Plealands, his sionate and gloating joy, which all who father-in-law, is a man somewhat of read Galt will see searchingly deline- the same kidney, and destines that ated, purchases a farm-part of the property to Claud's second son, on very Kittlestonheugh estate, and be- condition of his taking the soft, sweet, comes absolutely, and bona fide, LAIRD ancient, and august name of Hyor GRIPPY.
pel. Here we have good fellows well What shall the close-fisted, strong- met; and Claud Walkinshaw, disap
pointed of a long cherished scheme of born, (he who had been disinherited ambition, feels all his purposes sent and died of a broken heart,) succeeds
a back upon his heart to gnaw it with at last to the property, being, as his unavailing and angry repinings. But name imports, an heir-male. He had the devil in that heart suggests a coun- inarried a pretty girl, Helen Fraser ; ter-plot, and Claud disinherits Charles, and after all his toil and trouble, double his eldest son, on the plea of an im- double, things go all right at last, and prudent marriage, and executes a deed the young Laird of Grippy has a ot entail, (hence the name of the gude houff;" and, as nothing is said work,) which settles all the property to the contrary, begets sons and daughon the second son Walter, an idiot; ters.--Sic transit gloria mundi. and failing him, to George the young
Now this is indeed a very slight est. He therefore marries Watty, the sketch or outline of the “Entail," and idiot,—ay, Wattie, the idiot,—to one perhaps not a very good one. But the who is no idiot, but a bonny bouncing truth is, that we read the work, on its lass, one Betty Bodle, that they may first publication, through from begin. raise up seed to inherit both Grippy- ning to end in one day; and about a Kittlestonheugh, if it should be so-- fortnight afterwards, we glanced it all and also the Plealands. But Betty over again, devouring all the prime Bodle dies in childbed, and her child bits. But of all people that ever lived, is—only a daughter. The old man is we are the worst at comprehending a thus baffled by death. Charles, his story. No doubt we have its meaning, eldest son, dies of a broken heart; its soul, and of that we miss nothing. and George, the youngest, is married, But the outs and ins, the expressions, but has no male children. Claud, there. themeans, instrumentalities, and so on; fore, with all the thoughts, feelings, why, of these we never know enough in desires, and passions of his strong any book to be able to give any thing and seemingly unnatural or denatu- like a rational account of them, even to ralized heart, is left thwarted, disap- the Silly. But farther, in such works pointed, baffled, enraged, and despair- as the “ Entail,” we know an anaing in his old age ; but, though ready lysis to be unnecessary; and, therefore, to curse God, is not ready to die. that it would be foolish. People will
Preyed upon now by remorse for his read it for themselves. We have said injustice to his eldest son Charles, enough just to let those into whose whom he had disinherited, and awaked hands it has not yet fallen-for it to a sense of his own hard-hearted takes a book at least six months to folly, the old man is at last stricken make the rounds—know what they with palsy, and gives up the ghost. may expect; and ex pede Herculem, Wattie, the idiot, has been cognosced Foot from his toe.” -that is, proved to be an idiot in a court Indeed what is the value of a inere of justice, and dies--as does also his one-page sketch of a work in three vodaughter, “ little Betty Bodle,” and lumes ? Especially when its chief inthe Plealands estate goes to George terest lies not in incidents, but in the -the youngest son, who assimes the delineation of character, and in pictitle of Laird of Grippy-a chip of the tures of passion. There is little gainold block ; but he is drowned some- ed when we merely state what such where or other in a storm off the or such a character is; we must see how north of Scotland. An extraordinary it has been made, how it acts, and what character is now introduced ; a lady, fruit it bears. Claud Walkinshaw, for whom we beg leave to cut courteous- example, might be said to be this, ly as a considerable bore, although, that, and the other thing; and we as she has the second sight, we pre- could compose many excellent sentensume she is a great deal cleverer than ces on the old Packman. But to see ourselves, and worthy the admira- " the Jew whom Mr Galt drew" read tion of novel readers. Great part of the “ Entail ;" and then you will see the third volume is about her; and how a man of observation and genius Odoherty thinks that her history and can give even a tragic interest to the character shew great imagination. We lowest passions of our nature, by comare happy to hear it, so let the Adju- bining them with others that are not tant make the most of her and all la- low, and shewing their united operation dies of her class. Charles Walkin- in the soul of a travelling dealer in shaw, the eldest son of Claud's eldest small wares, afterwards a shopkeeper,
81 and then a smallish laird ;--and last speak unco drumly_hae ye bitten your of all, death-stricken at the heart by tongue ?' But scarcely had he uttered these that iron-handed fiend Remorse, who words, when the astonished creature gave unites alike princes and pedlars, and
a tild and fearful shout, and, clasping his stirs
up from the depths of the human hands above his head, cried, Help! help! spirit, feelings that with the “ lofty something's riving my father in pieces ! equalize the low.” So might we tell
“ The cry brought in the servants, who, who Wattie Walkinshaw was-how he scarcely less terrified, found the old man
smitten with a universal paralysis, his wept over both his Betty Bodles-was
mouth and eyes dreadfully distorted, and cognosced, dwined away, and died. his arms powerless. But all that is told in about a volume - In the alarm and consternation of the by Mr Galt; and it must not be ex- moment, he was almost immediately depected from us in half a page. serted; every one ran in quest of medical
We must, however, give a couple of aid. Walter alone remained with him, and good extracts, and then take leave of continued gazing in his face with a strange our dear Public with a few observa- horror, which idiocy rendered terrific. tions on the said “ Entail," and some
“ Before any of the servants returned,
the violence of the shock seemed to subother matters.
side, and he appeared to be sensible of his “ Immediately after the funeral, Claud situation. The moment that the first en. returned home to Grippy, where he conti- tered the room he made an effort to speak, nued during the remainder of the day se
and the name of Keelevin was two or cluded in his bed-chamber. Next morn- three times so distinctly articulated, that ing, being Sunday, he was up and dressed eren Walter understood what he meant, earlier than usual; and after partaking and iinmediately ran wildly to Glasgow for slighdy of breakfast, he walked into Glas- the lawyer. Another messenger was disgow, and went straight to the house of his patched for the Leddy, who had, during daughter-in-law.
the forenoon, gone to her daughter-in-law, " Thre widow was still in her own room, with the intention of spending the day. and not in any state or condition to be 66 In the meantime a Doctor was proseen ; but the children were dressed for cured, but he seemed to consider the situachurch ; and when the bells began to ring, tion of the patient hopeless; he, however, he led them out, each holding him by the as in all similar cases, applied the usual hand, innocently proud of their new black stimulants to restore energy, but without clothes.
any decisive effect. “In all the way up the High Street, and “ The weather, which had all day been down the pathway from the church-yard lowering and hazy, about this time became gate to the door of the cathedral, he never drizzly, and the wind rose, insomuch that raised his eyes ; and during the sermon Leddy Grippy, who came flying to the sumhe continued in the same apparent state of mons, before reaching home was drenched stupor. In retiring from the church, the to the skin, and was for some time, both little boy drew him gently aside from the from her agitation and fatigue, incapable path to show his sister the spot where their of taking any part in the bustle around her father was laid ; and the old man, absorbed husband. in his own reflections, was unconsciously 6 Walter, who had made the utmost on the point of stepping on the grave, when speed for Mr Keeleyin, returned soon after James checked him,
his mother; and, on appearing before his 6 • It's papa-dinna tramp on him.' father, the old man eagerly spoke to him ;
“ Aghast and recoiling, as if he had but his voice was so thick, that few of his trodden upon an adder, he looked wildly words were intelligible. It was, however, around, and breathed quickly and with evident that he inquired for the lawyer ; great difficulty, but said nothing. In an for he threw his eyes constantly towards instant his countenance underwent a re. the door, and several times again was able markable change his eyes became glitter- to articulate his name. ing and glassy, and his lips white. His " At last, Mr Keelevin arrived on horsewhole frame shook, and appeared under back, and came into the room, dressed in the influence of some mortal agitation. His his trotcosey ; the hood of which, over his presence of mind did not, however, desert cocked hat, was drawn so closely on his him, and he led the children hastily home. face, that but the tip of his sharp aquiline On reaching the door, he gave them in to nose was visible. But, forgetful or regardthe servant that opened it without speaking, less of his appearance, he stalked with long and went immediately to Grippy, where, strides at once to the chair where Claud the moment he had seated himself in his was sitting; and taking from under the elbow.chair, he ordered one of the servants skirt of the trotcosey a bond of provision to go for Mr Keelevin.
for the widow and children of Charles, and * • What ails you, father?' said Wal. for Mrs Milrookit, he knelt down, and beter, who was in the room at the time ; ' ye gan to read it aloud.