366 REVIEWS—JOURNAL OF EDUCATION FOR LOWER CANADA, 
We can conceive of such a Journal materially,contributing to pop- 
ular education in many ways. Standard poems re-appear here, with 
novel claims to attention and interest. We tind such an old and 
familiar favourite as Gray’s Elegy, for example; but it assumes for 
us new Canadian attractions when read here, accompanied by the 
anecdote of Wolfe repeating it the night before his death-victory, as 
he rowed along the St. Lawrence, to visit some of the out-posts ; and 
exclaiming to a companion officer—-who heard the beautiful, and 
then recent poem, for the first time,—that he would rather be the 
author of that poem, than win the glory of the morrow’s victory ! 
What an added charm is thus given, for us, to that beautiful elegy, 
as we picture to ourselves the youthful general gliding along under 
the wooded heights of the St. Lawrence, the night before that memo- 
rable 13th of September, 1759, on which he fell in the crisis of his 
triumph, and repeating :— 
“he boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, 
And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave, 
Await alike the inevitable hour :— 
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.” 
In hke manner the Centenary Burns Celebration at Montreal, gives 
occasion for other quotations equally familiar and welcome. Among 
other fruits of that remarkable recognition of the Scottish peasant 
bard, are translations of some of his popular verses. His “ Cale- 
donia”’ is thus paraphrased by a native Canadian, M. Joseph Lenoir, 
the assistant editor of the Journal :-— 
“© myrtes embaumés, laissez les autres terres 
Nous vanter a envi leurs bosquets solitaires, 
Dont été fait jaillir d’enivrantes odenrs. 
J’aime mieux ce vallon, frais et riant asile, 
Ou, sur un lit dargent, coule une onde tranquille, 
Sous la fougére jaune et les genéts en fleurs.” 
The reader will not estimate the less, this offering from the Canadian 
‘to the Scottish muse, from having placed alongside of it, the corres-. 
ponding stanza in its original homely Scottish guise :— 
“ Their groves 0° sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, 
Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume; 
Far dearer to me yon lone glen o’ green breckan, 
Wi the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom.” 
Properly speaking this quatrain is but half of the true stanza, but it 
is so rendered in our French Canadian version. Although presenting 
occasional counterparts such as this, and embracing a good deal of 
