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accepted. The heroic exploits of their ancestors, the antiquity of the clan, the respect for their chief, no longer held the people in fetters. They began to think, and to act for themselves. Whole groups of men, women, and children, passed in continual succession, to the sea ports, * and with such determined resolution, that those who could not
pay for their passage, sold themselves to the captains, who were to transport them to the new world ; and were, by these captains, re-fold. upon their arrival at the intended ports.
• The Americans beheld this inundation of Britons with astonish. ment, mixed with contempt of that government, which thus permitted a continued drain of its inhabitants; while the looks, the dejection, the poverty, and the tattered apparel of these unhappy wanderers, touched their feelings, and called forth the exertions of humanity.
• In my journies through the Highlands, I often met families or bodies of people travelling to the ports. They generally edged off the jóad, and hurried along, as if shy of an interview; which, upon the other hand, I was equally desirous to procure, though I neither could speak the erse, nor was furnished with that infallible recommendation -a snuff box. Upon finding their flight thus interrupted, not by a hostile or dangerous force, but a single individual, without sword, pistol, or spurs, upon a small horse, and in the midst of uninhabited wilds, he who could speak the best English ftept forth, with a dejected countenance, while his companions, and especially the children, seemed to remain in eager suspence. The motive of these interviews led to inquiries respecting the history of the people, the caufes of their emigrations, the state of their finances, and their notions of the country to which they were going. They represented their distresses with great feeling, most generally in tears; and with a strict regard to truth, as appeared in the uniformity of the accounts delivered by different companies, ftrangers to one another. " O fir, we dinna leave our kintra without reason, great reason indeed, fir. Sometimes our crops yield little more than the feed, and sometimes they are destroyed with rains, or dinna ripen ; but some of our lairds mak nae allowance for these misfortunes. They seize our cattle, and all our furniture ; leaving us naething but the skin, which would be of no service to them. They are not Highlandmen-so greedy, fir—but God will judge between them and us, in his own gued time. O fir, can you tell us ony thing about the kintra of America-they say poor fok may get a living in it, which is mair than we get in our parts. We are driven, fir, with our poor bairns to a far land. We are begging our way to Greenock, and all our clothes, fir, are on our backs, as you fee. God forgive our oppressors who have brought us to this país. We are strangers in the Lowlands ; could you advise us, fir, how to mak our bargain with the captain of the ship? They say that those who have no money to pay for their passage, must sell themselves to the captain. This is our cale-O fir, what have we done but it is God's will blessed be his holy name.'' Such was, and such is at this day, the language merited distress in many parts of the Highlands,
They could scarcely believe, that a people, whose valour they had fo re. cently extolled, whom Wolfe admired, and whom Chatham applauded, ihould be reduced to the fad alternative of perishing at home, or embarking, with their families, on a voyage of 3000 miles, upon the hope of findiog that relief in a strange land, which their native and highly favoured island had denied them.
Thus, what Britain loft, America gained ; and it was not long before those very men became the involuntary instruments of punishing the neglect of a country, which hath within itself the means of sustaining a more numerous population.
• It is difficult to ascertain what districts have suffered most by emigration; but certain it is, that, between 1763 and 1779, above 30,000 people abandoned their habitations, besides great numbers from the ; Lowlands; and there is reafon to believe, that, in a few years more, the whole Highlands would have been greatly depopulated, except those districts under the paternal care of an Argyle, an Athole, a Breadalbane, and a few other patriotic chieftains. But, while the yage of emigration was thus depopulating the north, an order of Con. grelo shut up the ports of America, and prohibited, under severe pe-, nalties; all intercourse with Great Britain. To this fingular event, more than to the fostering hand of government, is owing the detention of those people, whose calamitous situation hath been the subject of the foregoing pages ; and whom to restrain at home, by suitable encouragement, will be the subject of what follows.'
But our author succeeds better as an historian than as a politician. His schemes are not sufficiently digefted, and his projects are often wildly improbable. His writings, however, may tend to awaken his countrymen to a feeling of their fituation, and a sense of their duty. From the spirited exertions of the Scottish representatives, in either house, the improvement of the Highlands may become an object of attention to the British parliament.
Our author writes with earnestness; and, as he disclaim any pretensions to elegance, it would be improper to criticise his stile. Peter the hermit, though neither remarkable for his wisdom nor his eloquence, roused the powers of Europe to recover the Holy Land. The celebrated reformer of religion in Scotland was rude and illiterate ; and we hope that fohn Knox, the fisherman, will be as successful in enlightening and converting his countrymen, as John Knox the apostle.
Art. XV. The Exodus: a Poem. By the Reverend Samuel Hages,
M. A. of Trinity College, Cambridge, and Usher of Westminster School.
the annual effusions of Mr. Hayes ? Can Cambridge offer yearly nothing better to tbe public taste, than the same
cold and leavy mess ? This we cannot suppose, and are therefore at a loss to account for the demerits of most of the poems which have appeared, “ according to the tenor of Mr. Seaton's will."
The Exodus"is incorrect, and, what is worse, dull and frigid in the extreme ; neither does the author feem to possess the smallest portion of taste. To support this judgment, a few of the faults in this composition shall be noticed; to collect them all would be tiresome and unneceffary.
Speaking of the retreat of Moses from Pharaoh's court, the author says, • When the fierce paflions burn with tenfold
And dwelis ’mongst Israel's sons.” Here Mr. Hayes revels in the superlative degree of pleonasm. We are informed that diffolute desire (luft) awakens luft ; and, not contented with this, we are further given to know that it “ lights the wanton fire, (luft).” What he means by the son of Amram spurning the “regal prize” we are at a loss to cona jecture; but, if it means any thing, it seems to allude to some Egyptian gallantry, hitherto unknown, and not much to the credit of a princess, whose virtue had remained unimpeached till the publication of The Exodus of Mr. Hayes. The effrontery of Potiphar's wife is fufficiently notorious; but, till the above discovery, the attempts of Pharaoh's daughter upon the chaltity of Moses had remained a secret. The author thus trandates,
56 Pharaoh fought to play Mofes."
— with wrath inflam'd,
Pharaoh the bold offender's life proclaim'd.' Into what language it is translated we cannot tell, but we venture to pronounce, that it is not English. To say that a person who seeks to kill another, wiso pronounces judgment of death upon him, proclaims his life, is confounding language ; and, if the mode of expression must have a naine, can only be called an Hayeison.
• From the prolific river's slimy bed
The legions march, and dim the face of day.' In last year's production we recollect Mr. Hayes exhibited a smiling lion, but he has now out-done his usual out-doings. Aided by the monster-breeding Nile, he presents us with myriads of Aying frogs, that “ dim the face of day.” We advise
him to keep to the miracles, as related in the Old Testament, without pretending to regale us with any miracles of his own, lest " what should be grave he turn to farce.”
Why darkness should make it impossible for a mother to fing lullabies to her infant, is not easily discoverable, as it is an office which is often performed in the dark, but Mr. Hayes informs us that it was one of the effects of the plague of darkness in Egypt.
• And, spite of nature's iterated cries,
Thwarts the fond wish, and checks maternal aid.'
« E'en a whole nation moves in long array,
And to the desert lake their destin'd way.'
« In darkness throuded, from th' ethereal height,
Bleft by the presence of her darling child,
The angel turns aside the reeking blade.' In this extract the striking features of the work, incorrectness, a heavy, cumbrous manner, and a conspicuous want of taste, are all united. The somniferous versification must be felt by every reader ; it will likewise be perceived by
• Strew ev'ry field, and cover ev'ry plain,' that the favourite pleonasm is not forgotten. But the butcherly manner, in which the minister of divine vengeance is made to execute the work of extermination, is beyond the utmoft efforts of gothic barbarism. He is indeed an executioner. He brandishes “the attesting sword,” which soon becomes in his hands a "reeking blade.” He fairly cuts the throats of all the first-born in Egypt, " first-born of man and beast.” The 66 victims bleed” “ Life's ebbing current streams upon the ground.”-“ Heaps of the flain strew ev'ry field, and cover ev'ry plain.” It is a “ general carnage.” Thus doth a teacher of the classics describe the terrors of Jehovah, and travesty the word of God. From his long acquaintance with ancient authors has he not been able to acquire one spark of ancient taste? Midas, it is said, transmuted every thing he touched into gold; but the author of " The Exodus" seems to possess the debasing faculty of converting the gold of scripture into lead. The original appears, after it has passed through his hands, like Deiphobus in Virgil, “ laniatum corpore toto inhonefto vulnere."
A laudable anxiety for the honour of Cambridge, our Alma Mater, has led us to spend more time on this performance than its merits required. For the future, should the author appear annually in the same guise, viz. with no better claims to our attention, he shall only be officially announced to the public by the quotation at the commencement of this Article, “ Ecce iterum Crispinus !". I 4