Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Volume 54, No. 335, September 1843   By: Various

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Volume 54, No. 335, September 1843 is a collection of articles covering a wide range of topics, making it a diverse and engaging read. The essays are thought-provoking and well-written, providing valuable insight into the issues of the time. The magazine also features fiction and poetry, adding depth and variety to the content.

One standout feature of this volume is the quality of the writing. The authors are clearly knowledgeable and passionate about their subjects, which shines through in their work. The prose is eloquent and engaging, drawing the reader in and keeping them interested throughout.

Overall, Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Volume 54, No. 335, September 1843 is a captivating and informative read. Whether you're interested in history, literature, or current events, there is something in this volume for everyone. I highly recommend it to anyone looking for a stimulating and thought-provoking read.

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Some time ago, business of an important character carried me to the beautiful and populous city of . I remember to have visited it when I was a child, in the company of a doating mother, who breathed her last there; and the place, associated with that circumstance, had ever afterwards been the gloomiest spot in the county of my birth. A calamity such as that to which I have alluded leaves no half impressions. It stamps itself deep, deep in the human heart; and a change, scarcely less than organic, for good or ill, is wrought there. Agreeably with this fact, the scene itself of the event becomes at once, to the survivor, either hallowed and beloved, or hated and avoided. Not that natural beauty or deformity has any thing to do in the production of such feelings. They have a mysterious origin, and are, in truth, not to be accounted for or explained. A father sees the hope and joy of his manhood deposited amongst the gardens of the soil, and from that moment the fruitful fields and unobstructed sky are things he cannot gaze upon; whilst the brother, who has lived in the court or alley of a crowded city with the sister of his infancy, and has buried her, with his burning tears, in the dense churchyard of the denser street, clings to the neighbourhood, close and unhealthy though it be, with a love that renders it for him the brightest and the dearest nook of earth... Continue reading book >>