With an Engraving of the Statue of the ILISSUS, from the ELGIN MARBLES. LONDON: PRINTED FOR TAYLOR AND HESSEY. [Entered at Stationers' Hall. THE LION'S HEAD. REPRESENTATIONS having been made to the Author of the Tales of Lyddalcross, that he ought not to crack so many Scotch words without giving some of the kernels, he has favoured us with the hardest; "seeing," as he truly observes, "that it is impossible to talk Scotch in English. GLOSSARY TO THE SECOND TALE OF LYDDALCROSS. Awmous powk, alms bag; a wallet borne by mendicants. Ben, ben the house, the parlour of a Scottish farmer, an inner room. Bink, sit on the bink, a common seat or bench in a farmer's kitchen. Blink, a blink of your ee, a smile of your eye; she blinkit bonnilie, smiled sweetly. Brent, a brent brow, a high forehead, an upright and polished brow. Bridal tocher, marriage portion. Cantraips, a witch's spells or incantations. Cloot, the hoof of a sheep; hence the devil is called Cloots, or Clootie, because he divides, it is said, the hoof. Daffin, mirth, merriment, or gaiety bordering on folly. Elf-arrows, the arrows which elves shoot among the flocks, and which cunning cowdoctors pretend to extract by charming them out. Elf-candles, the lights which accompany those mischievous beings the elves; they always shine for harm to man: it is reckoned unsafe to see them. Evil een, eyes of evil influence; a very common belief in Scotland. Gleg, keen, shrewd, inquisitive, sharp. Goreks, cuckoos literally, but always applied to harmless fools. Laird of windy-wa's and no-town-brae, lord of your own presence and no land beside. Lamiter's-crutch, a cripple's crutch. Mowdie-tammocks, mole-hills. Shedlans, shedlans of roads, separation of roads, to shed, to sunder. Styme, I cannot see a styme, I cannot see even a glimmering, a glimpse. Thairms, the strings of a fiddle, "And o'er the thairms be trying.”—BURNS. Tryste, to keep tryste, to be true to the time and appointed place of meeting. Tyke, a dog, "And struck the poor dumb tyke."-RAMSAY. Wraiths, spectral appearances prognosticating death, either to the individual who sees them, or to a dear friend or relative. Sometimes they are seen in the form of the person who is to die; but they are very capricious, and assume many dubious shapes; sometimes a black shroud or a white one, a coffin, a flash of fire, lights at the window or on a running stream. The remonstrance of Juvenis is indeed pathetic; but in spite of the Sonnet which he has quoted in his behalf, we must adhere, though with regret, to our refusal; but if, as we suspect, he is Old Anthony himself, we shall be happy to hear from him again. TO A CRITICK. O cruel One how littel dost thou knowe How manye Poetes with Unhappyenesse Thou may'st have slaine; ere they began to blowe Towards the Heaven and opende forthe and spreade Its Blossoms to the Sunne for Men to read In soe bright hues of Lovelinesse indeede.Anthony Rushtowne. The Translator of Petrarch's Sixth Canzonet has conferred on us an obligation we should have felt happy to requite. That the Translation does not quite please us is in a great degree the fault of the original. Verses "On Lord Byron's Tragedies," by H. L. Melpomene, must have been christened by mistake; for the only tragedy they mention was not, written by his Lordship. The politeness of E. R.'s last letter has renewed our regret at having been obliged to return his manuscript. It would have been painful to us to dwell upon the causes of rejection with such a correspondent; and, we hoped, therefore, that whilst we were silent, he would imagine such excuses as would be most agreeable to his feelings. At present, from the multiplicity of papers which have come under our perusal, we only recollect our impression, that E. R.'s was not altogether suitable to the character of our pages. W.'s "Night," is too long, for the moon rises twice in it. We will give a few lines, however, which appear to us to be novel: The moon is up-O song-inspiring sight! Mr. Herapath requests us to contradict the assertion of our Correspondent R-that the Royal Society rejected his papers. He says, "they were never laid before that body. When the Vice-President offered me to have the first Paper which is printed in the Annals for April, May, and June, 1821, read at the Society's meetings, I declined it, and withdrew that and another, as may be seen by the Introductory Letter to that Paper; for reasons not connected with any judgment of the merits of either." The papers of W. R. S. and J. A. H. are addressed to them at our Publisher's. We are sorry that we cannot print more than the Titles of M. A. Stopgap-The Minstrel-To Mary-The Coronation Address-The Soul— The Dream-Midnight—To - and Sonnet to H. K. White by G. M. Willing to oblige as many of our Friends as possible, we insert the following Sonnets: DEATH. Friend of a Bard, whom being holds from Fame! I cry, a maniac cry-Come forth and own me DEATH. H. B. M. A VISION. I thought the grave-doors open'd, and there rose Whose souls to immortality have fled : On her fair skin, its beauty to oppose; H. L. |