t Desert of Stony Arabia! Heavens!
look at Tickler! How he hauls the Hizzies! There is no time to be
lost--he and the Admiral must not have all the sport to themselves; and,
by-and-by, spite of age and infirmity, we shall show the Tent a touch of
the Highland Fling. Hollo! you landloupers! Christopher is upon
you--behold the Tenth Avatar incarnated in North.

But what Apparitions at the Tent-door salute our approach?

"Back step these two fair angels, half afraid
So suddenly to see the Griesly King!"

Goat-herdesses from the cliffs of Glencreran or Glenco, kilted to the
knee, and not unconscious of their ankles, one twinkle of which is
sufficient to bid "Begone dull care" for ever. One hand on a shoulder of
each of the mountain-nymphs--sweet liberties--and then embraced by both,
half in their arms, and half on their bosoms, was ever Old Man so
pleasantly let down from triumphal car, on the soft surface of his
mother-earth? Ay, there lies the Red-deer! and what heaps of smaller
slain! But was there ever such a rush of dogs! We shall be extinguished.
Down, dogs, down--nay, ladies and gentlemen, be seated--on one another's
knees as before--we beseech you--we are but men like yourselves--and

"Without the smile from partial beauty won,
Oh! what were man?--a world without a sun!"

What it is to be the darling of gods and men, and women and children!
Why the very stars burn brighter--and thou, O Moon! art like the Sun. We
foresee a night of dancing and drinking--till the mountain-dew melt in
the lustre of morn. Such a day should have a glorious death--and a
glorious resurrection. Hurra! Hurra!

THE MOORS FOR EVER! THE MOORS! THE MOORS!

HIGHLAND SNOW-STORM.

What do you mean by original genius? By that fine line in the "Pleasures
of Hope"--

"To muse on Nature with a poet's eye?"

Why--genius--one kind of it at least--is transfusion of self into all
outward things. The genius that does that--naturally, but novelly--is
original; and now you know the meaning of one kind of original genius.
Have we, then, Christopher North, that gift? Have you? Yea, both of Us.
Our spirits animate the insensate earth, till she speaks, sings, smiles,
laughs, weeps, sighs, groans, goes mad, and dies. Nothing easier, though
perhaps it is wicked, than for original genius like ours, or yours, to
drive the earth to distraction. We wave our wizard hand thus--and lo!
list! she is insane. How she howls to heaven, a