[Footnote 17:  The Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart., by his literary executor.]

We must here unwillingly conclude our account of Mr Scrope’s volume, although we have scarcely even entered on many of its most important portions.  Bait fishing for salmon, and the darker, though torch-illumined, mysteries of the leister, occupy the terminal chapters.  A careful study of the whole will amply repay the angler, the naturalist, the artist, and the general admirer of the inexhaustible beauties of rural scenery—­nowhere witnessed or enjoyed to such advantage as by the side of a first-rate river.

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THE WHIPPIAD, A SATIRICAL POEM.

BY REGINALD HEBER, BISHOP OF CALCUTTA.

In offering this little poem to the public, some few words, by way of explanation, are deemed necessary.  Most of the circumstances alluded to in it will be familiar to Oxford readers of Bishop Heber’s standing, but especially to those of his own college, Brazenose.  The origin of the poem was simply this:—­A young friend of his, B——­d P——­t, went to call upon him at Brazenose, and, without being aware of the heinous crime he was committing, cracked a four-horse whip in the quadrangle.  This moved the ire of a certain doctor, a fellow and tutor, and at that time also dean of the college, commonly called Dr Toe from a defect in one of his feet.  The doctor had unfortunately made himself obnoxious to most of those of his own college, under-graduates as well as others, by his absurd conduct and regulations.  On the following day Mr P——­t cracked the whip in the quadrangle, when the doctor issued from his rooms in great wrath, and after remonstrating with Mr P——­t, and endeavouring to take the whip from him, a scuffle ensued, in which the whip was broken, and the doctor overpowered and thrown down by the victorious P——­t, who had fortunately taken his degree of Master of Arts.  Heber, then an under-graduate of only a few terms’ standing, wrote the first canto the same evening, and the intrinsic merit of the poem will recommend it to most readers.  But it will be doubly interesting when considered as one of the first, if not the very first, of the poetical productions of that eminent and distinguished scholar.  In it may be traced the dawnings of that genius which was afterwards to delight the world in an enlarged sphere of usefulness.

K.

CANTO FIRST.

    Where whiten’d Cain the curse of heaven defies,[18]
    And leaden slumber seals his brother’s eyes,
    Where o’er the porch in brazen splendour glows
    The vast projection of the mystic nose,
    Triumph erewhile of Bacon’s fabled arts,[19]
    Now well-hung symbol of the student’s parts;
    ’Midst those unhallow’d walls and gloomy cells
    Where every thing but Contemplation