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Title: Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine--Vol. 54, No. 333, July 1843

Author: Various

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BLACKWOOD'S EDINBURGH MAGAZINE

No. CCCXXXIII. JULY, 1843. VOL. LIV.

CONTENTS.

MARSTON; OR, THE MEMOIRS OF A STATESMAN. PART II.
ENGLISH MUSIC AND ENGLISH MUSICIANS.
PHILHELLENIC DRINKING-SONG. BY B. SIMMONS.
THE PRAIRIE AND THE SWAMP. AN ADVENTURE IN LOUISIANA.
THE ARISTOCRACY OF ENGLAND.
JACK STUART'S BET ON THE DERBY, AND HOW HE PAID HIS LOSSES.
SCROPE ON SALMON FISHING.
THE WHIPPIAD, A SATIRICAL POEM. BY REGINALD HEBER.
CHARLES EDWARD AT VERSAILLES.
EARLY GREEK ROMANCES--THE ETHIOPICS OF HELIODORUS.
PAST AND PRESENT, BY CARLYLE.

WILLIAM BLACKWOOD & SONS, EDINBURGH AND 22, PALL-MALL, LONDON.

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MARSTON; OR, THE MEMOIRS OF A STATESMAN.

PART II.

"Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
Have I not heard the sea, puft up with wind,
Rage like all angry boar chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in the pitched battle heard
Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clang?"

SHAKSPEARE.

My entertainer received me with more civility than I had expected. He
was almost fashionably dressed; his grim features were smoothed into an
elaborate smile; and he repeated his gratification at seeing me, in such
variety of tones that I began to doubt the cordiality of my reception.
But I could have no doubt of the elegance of the apartment into which I
was shown. All was foreign, even to the flowers in the vases that filled
the windows. A few bas-reliefs in the most finished style; a few
alabasters as bright as if they had been brought at the moment from
Carrara; a few paintings of the Italian ma