s: offering her a bribe, through the medium of a slave.]


s: attachment of Aurora for her husband, made her a present of a


s: javelin, which no person could escape; and gave her the dog


s: Lælaps, which no wild beast could outrun. Such is the version


s: given by Hyginus. But Apollodorus and Antoninus Liberalis say,


s: that she fled to Minos, who, prevailing over her virtue, made her


s: herself before her husband, disguised as a huntress, she gave him


s: give them to him, she exacted, as a condition, what must,


s: apparently, have resulted in a breach of the laws of conjugal


s: fidelity. On his assenting to the proposal, she discovered


s: herself, and afterwards made him the presents which he desired.]


s: of Laius, king of Thebes. The Sphinx was a monster, the offspring


s: monster precipitated itself from a rock. It had the face of a


s: woman, the wings of a bird, and the extremities of a lion.]


s: Gortynian, from Gortys or Gortyna, one of its cities, which was


s: famous for the skill of its inhabitants in archery.]


s: and Apollodorus say that this was a fox, which was called ‘the


s: Teumesian,’ from Teumesus, a mountain of Bœotia, and that the


s: Thebans, to appease its voracity, were wont to give it a child to


s: There were two princes of the name of Cephalus; one, the son of


s: Mercury and Herse, the daughter of Cecrops; the other, the son of


s: Deïoneus, who was carried off by Aurora, and having left her,


s: javelin, which she has formerly given to him, he kills her.


s: The love which Cephalus, the son of Deïoneus, bore for the chase,


s: attention from her own intrigue. Cephalus, suspecting his wife’s


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s: CORNELIUS NEPOS--By Hamilton and Underwood.


s: XENOPHON’S ANABASIS--By Hamilton and Clark.


s: GOSPEL OF ST. JOHN--By George W. Heilig.


s: =S. Austin Allibone, the distinguished author, writes:=


s: Formerly published by Charles De Silver & Sons.


s: Grant that she tread the path which leads


s: With strength to wait, but fixed as fate,


s: For a 'orse with wings an' braids an' things


s: (Being a Sequel to "The Groom's Story" in "Songs of Action")


s: Not tired of 'earin' stories! You're a nailer,


s: I thought I should 'ave choked you off with


s: Well, mister, 'ere's another; and, mind you,


s: For all the cash was comin' in and little


s: For all the cash is goin' out and little


s: And this 'ere Jeremiah Brown the liveliest


s: 'E was a fine young fellar; the best roun'


s: But just a bit full-blooded, as fine young


s: Which I know they didn't ought to, an' it's


s: The lad was never vicious, but 'e made the


s: For 'e was ready with 'is "yes," and back-


s: An' 'ow 'e came to stop 'imself is wot' I


s: Four days on end 'e never knew 'ow 'e 'ad


s: Until one mornin' fifty clocks was tickin'


s: And on the same the doctor came, "You're


s: "It takes the form of visions, as I fear


s: Perhaps a string o' monkeys, all a-sittin' in


s: Perhaps it's frogs or beetles, perhaps it's


s: There  are  many  sorts   of visions and


s: "A take-'em-break-'em gallop is the only


s: Well, Jeremiah rode to 'ounds, exactly as


s: But all the time the doctor's words were


s: "If you don't stop yourself, young chap,


s: There are many sorts of visions, but none


s: 'Ell-for-leather all  the way, with scent


s: And all the way the Sussex clay was weed-


s: Straight as a rule to Bramber Pool and on


s: They followed   still  past  Breeding   'ill


s: Until they'd cleared the 'edges and were


s: "By George," said Brown, "I'll go alone,


s: The place that it belongs to."   And as 'e


s: There lay a copse of 'azels on the border


s: And now from these 'ere 'azels there came


s: Too scared to speak, with shriek on shriek,


s: That evenin' late the minister was seated


s: That not one drop of drink shall ever pass


s: 'E swore it and 'e kept it and 'e keeps it to


s: 'E 'as turned from gin to ginger and says 'e


s: And the vision it was just a wolf, a big


s: A great, fierce, 'ungry devil from a show-


s: They marvelled much, that outcast three,


s: "Now tell me where you wish that I should


s: "If there is more, sir, you have but to say


s: But, as you go, I'll trouble you to hand


s: And he called his white-washed dwelling,


s: You didn't know of Bendigo!   Well, that


s: Who's your board school teacher?   What's


s: And never heard o' Bendigo, the pride of


s: Fightin' weight eleven ten, five foot nine


s: I could talk of Bendigo from here to king-


s: I guess before I ended you would wish your


s: I'd tell you how he fought Ben Caunt, and


s: He stumped the country preachin' and you


s: If you seed him in the pulpit, a-bleatin'


s: You'd   never know   bold   Bendigo,   the


s: With a hallelujah collar and a choker round


s: His pals would laugh and say in chaff that


s: In takin' on the devil, since he'd no one


s: But he was very earnest, improvin' day by


s: A-workin' and a-preachin' just as his duty


s: But the devil he was waitin', and in the


s: He was billed just like a circus, you should


s: The chapel it was crowded, and in the fore-


s: Jack Ball the fightin  gunsmith, Joe Mur-


s: Full of beer and impudence, ripe for any-


s: If his message was for sinners, he could


s: Soon he heard them chaflin'; "Hi, Bendy!


s: "Fix me with a strangle hold! Put a stop


s: I'm slippin', Lord, I'm slippin' and I'm


s: But the roughs they kept on chaffin' and


s: That the preacher in the pulpit might be


s: "Give us a lead, your reverence, and heave


s: But now, dear Lord"—and here he laid his


s: "I'll take, with your permission, just five


s: They say it was a lovely sight to see him


s: Right and left, and left and right, straight


s: Till the Ebenezer Chapel looked more like


s: Platt was standin' on his back and lookup


s: Solly Jones of Perry Bar was feelin' for


s: Rakin' for his ivories that lay about the


s: Jack Ball the fightin' gunsmith was in a


s: Five repentant fightin' men, sitting in a


s: Pretty little baa-lambs, gathered to the


s: But to think of all your schooling clean


s: Grubbin' up old fairy-tales, fillin' up with


s: The long shout rims from street to street,


s: Where now the wit?   Where now the will?


s: A learned judge with sly adhesive palms,


s: That this same Verulam had writ the plays


s: Which were the fancies of my frolic brain.


s: What can they urge to dispossess the crown


s: Which all my comrades and the whole loud


s: Look straitly at these arguments and see


s: How witless and how fondly slight they be.


s: To such an eagle pitch, but must be found,


s: The learning which in colleges is found,


s: Yet may a hungry brain still find its fo


s: Will Jonson pass, or Marlowe, or the rest,


s: The vantages which each of these has had


s: That I am still myself.   Have I not traced


s: Before the first was forged?   Think you,


s: In their gross falseness prove that I am true,


s: And by that falseness gender truth in you.


s: A script, wherein the writer tells my Lord


s: But surely now that secret is o'er past.


s: As lies in verse?   Therefore his poetry


s: 'Tis so no longer.   You may read his verse,


s: And judge if mine be better or be worse:


s: But still let his be his and mine be mine.


s: So, too, the epitaph which still you read?


s: That every townsman must have wot of it,


s: Surely this touches you?   But if by chance


s: I'll lay one final plea.   I pray you look


s: My features shall be sponsors for my fame;


s: 'Tis then, just then, that in there stalks


s: Have they chilled the old warmth in your


s: Father, father, who is that a-whispering?


s: But there's some one who whispers in the


s: Father, father, who is that a-murmuring?


s: Father, father, tell me what you're waiting


s: Ever staring, ever smiling, at the door.


s: If blacksmith's skill could break the link.


s: The smaller Scottish towns are frightful.


s: It sometimes spouts and sometimes drops,


s: We stopped at Nairn, for golf links famed,


s: Though really, when the phrase we heard,


s: The big bright Moon hung high and round,


s: The tall pines swayed, and mocked, and groaned;


s: That the Man-in-the-Moon came out and said,


s: That it lit the world throughout the sky,


s: "Ho! Kris!" they cried, "We'll have some fun,


s: They climbed the sleigh with shout and din,


s: He sat quite still, with twinkling eyes,


s: He shook his reins, and called his steed


s: From house to house they scampered down,


s: The windows rattled, the moonbeams tattled


s: They told how at night, in dire affright


s: That he'd called in sport his elfish court


s: Then a man appeared, with flowing beard,


s: Then the Moon laughed loud at the gathering crowd,


s: But alas for the Moon, he had laughed like a loon,


s: Yes, Kris is a seer; with his small reindeer,


s: And he changed them, they say in a wonderful way,


s: While the moonbeams prattle, I hear a rattle


s: Then, sly as a mouse, he entered the house,


s: Then out with a dash, he sped like a flash,


s: "Do you like ours 'n' father's new book, Bay?"


s: "Aw, there's not any picture of the Santa-cart written in it!"


s: The Writer wishes to thank the Editor of "The Bulletin," Sydney,


s: for permission to reprint "Nonsense Immortal," and the Editor of


s: "The Triad," Sydney, for a similar courtesy regarding "Kitchen


s: Wholly set up and printed in Australia at the Galleon Press,


s: My mother and my father are both having tea to drink;


s: Inside the pastry shop they saw me last.


s: Oh, tiddley--om--ti--pomp they go! Stamp soldier, stamp!


s: A cab-horse jumped into the air and bumped against a lamp.


s: Ta--rah--ra--rah, the trumpets go telling the boys to come,


s: And always and all the time, bang goes the drum.


s: I'm following the band away to where the musics grow,


s: I'm hitting my boots heavy on the street.


s: For I must find the music man that lets them play so loud,


s: And find the funny place where soldiers go


s: To fill their trumpets with the noise they blow among the crowd--


s: Oh, I must find the music place, and stamp along the track,


s: If I'm a long, long way from home, the band will play me back,


s: That's if I'm good and never spill my tea.


s: When I grow up a soldier man, I'll buy a pole to wag,


s: With silver top and tassels red and blue;


s: I'll tell my little brother to be carrying the flag,


s: While I call out and tell him how to do.


s: I don't know where my father is, I've left him in a shop,


s: And if I'm lost there's bound to be a noise;


s: Oh, tiddley--om--ti--pomp they go! Stamp, soldier, stamp!


s: A captain with a silver sword is marching them to camp.


s: Ta--rah--ra--rah, the trumpets go, telling the boys to come,


s: And always and all the time, bang goes the drum.


s: That when he kicks at the sunbeams there,


s: If the gods get to know of his baby wiles,


s: Of his firm round limbs, or his magic smiles,


s: The roads go out to Macedon, the roads go out to Rome,


s: Some die in snowy Buffaloes and some turn home;


s: I've done the Alps and Apennines, and Naples to the moon,


s: For fancies cover splendid ground in a Summer afternoon.


s: And then I come to gloryland, and whom do I see there


s: But little Boyo Browneyes and Billy Wirehair?


s: Little Imps of Gloryland with great big eyes


s: Follow me with questionings and laughter and surprise;


s: Little cheeky pixie boys whom nothing can suppress,


s: Whose pandects, codes and institutes are bound in mother's "Yes."


s: When Uncle comes in Sunday clothes they clamour to be kissed,


s: Black-currants sticking to each face and pancakes in each fist.


s: Four fists that is, all over jam, and four black sticky lips


s: Just come from playing motor-chairs and sailing sofa-ships.


s: And if you wander on the lawn untended in the dark


s: With tricycles and wheelbarrows your shins will lose some bark!


s: For what's your talk of tidiness and putting things "right there"


s: I'm picking up the channel or I'm trucking up the slope,


s: I'm hauling on the shear-head with a length of yellow rope;


s: No matter where I'm wandering, in dreaming or in fact,


s: Wool-loaded down the blacksoil plains or past the desert tract,


s: About the city clamorous with many brakes and bells,


s: It takes no sweep of wizard wand nor moonlit fairy spells


s: To bring me back to kitchen land, and whom do I see there


s: But little Boyo Browneyes and Billy Wirehair!


s: And said: "If it wasn't for that young man


s: When he carried the mouse to a garden plot


s: There's women and there's men as well and little baby things,


s: And some haves only dresses on and some of 'em haves wings,


s: They nibble dandelions for meat, they drink the bubble frorf,


s: They never spill their cocoa-milk all down the table-clorf,


s: They never cry because it hurts, they always eat their brorf.


s: Last night we heard a trumpet in the tea-tree down the street,


s: And Padie left the table that was full of things to eat,


s: He galloped for the music that seemed not so far away,


s: And neely found the fairies where the trumpet used to play!


s: Our mother went and catched him and he neely wasn't found,


s: He neely fell into the creek through looking round and round.


s: A naughty sea-shell cutted him, he had a bleedy toe,


s: He lorst one Sunday sandal and he didn't seem to know;


s: He only stood and wondered why all fairies live in moons,


s: And go home in the twilight with their trumpets blowing tunes.


s: Lords have lashed and poets have pondered,


s: Beacons have broken and faiths been squandered;


s: Through dank forests these songs have wandered


s: Grandmother melodies, grandmother fancies,


s: But the clowns who sang for the babes are sure.


s: The goblin speaks while in old caves moulder


s: Priest-made destinies and lord-made law,


s: The goblin leered from the monarch's shoulder


s: And, his sight being true and his young heart bolder,


s: So the god's death agonies are baby chatter!


s: The red earth rolls, for what can matter


s: If old John Spratt licks clean his platter


s: Steady in the kitchen, steady in the hall,


s: Don't let the dipper or the gruel pot fall!


s: At the butcher and the baker and the woodman when they call.


s: Ssh! ssh! ssh! for the little boy peeping,


s: Ssh! ssh! ssh! did the milky make him start?


s: Little boy sleeping, sleeping, sleeping,


s: Little boy sleeping at his mother's heart.


s: What a lot of noises, carts and buzzing flies!


s: Keep his little hands down, shut his little eyes;


s: And he can't go to bye-low though he tries and tries.


s: Ssh! ssh! ssh! for the little boy blinking,


s: Blinking at the fairies who are wanting him to go;


s: Little boy thinking, thinking, thinking,


s: Rubs his little eye for to push the sleep away;


s: Better on the lawn is it? Watching spriggies play?


s: As the little boy that's never been to sleep this day.


s: Ssh! ssh! ssh! for the big eyes gleaming,


s: Little boy dreaming, dreaming, dreaming,


s: Fluttering to bye-low on bull-fly wings.


s: It's quite absurd how my soul is smitten


s: With Padie, who's four, and Bay, who's three,


s: So mother must worry, and father must fuss,


s: But I'll fake these songs to a sadder version


s: The butcher comed and he bringed no meat,


s: And he tied its feet with a bundle of string


s: He made the bikes so they wouldn't squeal,


s: He hammered some tacks in the engine wheel


s: And he cured the teddy when it was dead,


s: While the chairs all turned to the West.


s: And the shell-back sprang from his sunny lair


s: While the Platypus followed the Minister's hat


s: Was it a mousie trapped under the stairs?


s: Never turn lamps out and never go sleep.


s: When God pushed him out of a big star door


s: Or scratch the paint on the front-way door,


s: I covered him up till he grew quite hot,


s: So Bay doesn't stay in the stars any more


s: And now there's another one coming along,


s: But Littley rode through the storm of doubt


s: When the Three Bears ride on the White Bell-horse,


s: And the Mermaid gallops to Banbury Cross,


s: And gobbles her up with great big teeth,


s: It's the little candle they fear, mother,


s: It would appear that no great pleasures can be


s: Without their merit of trial and urgency:


s: Wake when she has tucked in two little boys.


s: Two brown heads on the pillows white....


s: Bye ... good-bye ... that's all to-night.


s: Two bikes 'round in the picnic place ...


s: Two bikes 'round in the ... two bikes 'round....


s: Feathers blowing ... the scooter's found.


s: Where's my pillow-book? ... Soul to keep.


s: Two bikes ... two ... are the stars alight?


s: Her flocks are thoughts.  She keeps them white;


s: "You never attained to Him?"  "If to attain


s: "Endless the way, followed with how much pain!"


s: Her gown, her shoes.  She keeps no state


s: She scolds in parlours; dusts and trims,


s: Through the thin trees the skies appear;


s: The time is now!  Bring back, bring back


s: A flock of winds came winging from the North,


s: Strong birds with fighting pinions driving forth


s: Where will they close their wings and cease their cries--


s: Between what warming seas and conquering skies--


s: These, who were childless, are not they who gave


s: The helpless nurslings of the cradling seas;


s: Not they who doomed by infallible decrees


s: Unnumbered man to the innumerable grave.


s: Are fathers.  Theirs are armies.  Death is theirs,


s: The sentence, when these speak it, has no Nay.


s: And she who slays is she who bears, who bears.


s: With filial passion overcharged is this!


s: The child runs, as a child ne'er ran to rest


s: Upon the light heart and the unoppressed.


s: A little tenderness, this mother thought


s: She looked for gratitude; content indeed


s: With thus much that her nine years' love had bought.


s: This mother, giver of life, death, peace, distress,


s: Thanks as forgiveness; and the passing touch


s: Expected, and the slight, the brief caress.


s: Strong in these childish eyes, these new, these bright


s: Are near the constant earth, guides in the maze,


s: Natural, true, keen in this dusk of days.


s: Blue comes to earth, it walks the street,


s: That moves the voices of this lonely beech?


s: Out of the long West did this wild wind come--


s: Closed in this cry, closed in these thousand leaves


s: Separate, apart--embraced, embraced at last.


s: Is it I that spake?  Is it thou?  Is it I that heard?"


s: "Thine earth was solitary; yet I found thee!"


s: "Thy sky was pathless, but I caught, I bound thee,


s: And met the night alone, the tempest spanned,


s: And storm remote, thou, sea of thoughts, dost stir,


s: Now, while thou closest with the kiss of her


s: Thou man, first-comer, whose wide arms entreat,


s: Lack, or remember! whose warm pulses beat


s: O flesh, O grief, thou too shalt have our knee,


s: Home, home from the horizon far and clear,


s: Flocks of the memories of the day draw near


s: O which are they that come through sweetest light


s: Which with the straightest and the swiftest flight?


s: Judging from a comparison of extant remains, and other means of


s: But the pride of my garden is wither'd away,


s: But the flower that is now trodden under foot,


s: They 've hang'd the minister, droon'd the precentor;


s: They 've pu'd doon the steeple, and drunk the kirk-bell."


s: "Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks


s: commencement of the eighteenth century, and who, in his pleasant,


s: "Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,


s: Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;


s: Along the cool, sequester'd vale of life,


s: They kept the noiseless tenor of their way."


s: pastoral town in the upper district of the vale of the Tweed:--


s: He was not by birth a _Ker_--the family name of the house of


s: competition arose amongst a host of claimants, for the estate and


s: shrouds. He put it on--ay, and for many years wore it stout and


s: stark--nobly, loftily, sweetly--with a dignity, simplicity,


s: "Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster!"


s: magnanimity and generous candour--changeless as the sun.


s: When harmless Troy yet felt not Grecian spite,


s: An hundred shepherds wonn'd; and in the dale,


s: While their fair flocks the three-leaved pastures bite,


s: The shepherd boys, with hundred sportings light,


s: Gave wings unto the time's too speedy haste."


s: In our old, picturesque Saxon form of speech, the husband was the


s: astonishment, and, fortunately for her own self-complacency, not


s: lighted, and filled with all the emblems of woe--in this case no


s: "Get up, gudewife! and shake your feathers,


s: Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break,


s: Ilka blade o' grass gets its ain drap o' dew,


s: Love flies the haunts of pomp and power,


s: 'Tis sweet wi' blythesome heart to stray,


s: Ilka blade o' grass keps its ain drap o' dew,


s: The birdie sure to sing is aye the gorbel o' the nest,


s: The mair that ye work, aye the mair will ye win,


s: Though age may wrinkle this smooth brow,


s: Still, still my voice to heaven shall rise


s: and love must fill the vision, before the soul can soar above the


s: "In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed;


s: Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,


s: For love is heaven, and heaven is love!"


s: And clanks his fetters o'er the ground."


s: The impersonation of Winter himself is very striking--


s: "Loud, loud were the shouts of his boisterous mirth,


s: As he scatter'd dismay o'er the smiling earth;


s: The clouds were rent as the storm was driven;


s: He howl'd and laugh'd in the face of heaven."


s: If wealth thou art wooing, or title, or fame,


s: There is that in the doing brings honour or shame;


s: There is something in running life's perilous race,


s: Will stamp thee as worthy, or brand thee as base.


s: Oh, then, be a man--and, whatever betide,


s: Keep truth thy companion, and honour thy guide.


s: If a king--be thy kingship right royally shewn,


s: And trust to thy subjects to shelter thy throne;


s: But on that which endureth,--laws loving and right.


s: Though a king, be a man--and, whatever betide,


s: If a noble--remember, though ancient thy blood,


s: The heart truly noble is that which is good;


s: Should a stain of dishonour encrimson thy brow,


s: Thou art slave to the peasant that sweats at the plough.


s: If lover or husband--be faithful and kind,


s: For doubting is death to the sensitive mind;


s: Love's exquisite passion a breath may destroy;


s: The sower in faith, reapeth harvests of joy.


s: Love dignifies man--and, whatever betide,


s: If a father--be firm, yet forgiving, and prove


s: How the child honours him who rebuketh with love.


s: If rich, or if poor, or whate'er thou may'st be,


s: Remember the truthful alone are the free.


s: Keep truth thy companion, and honour thy guide.


s: Then, though sickness may come, or misfortunes may fall,


s: There is that in thy bosom surviveth them all;


s: Truth, honour, love, friendship, no tempests can pale,


s: They are beacons of light in adversity's gale.


s: Oh, the manlike is godlike--no ill shall betide


s: While truth 's thy companion, and honour thy guide.


s: Through storm and foam, to a western home


s: With a fearless bound to the depths profound,


s: While pale lips tell the fears that swell,


s: With a courser's pride she paws the tide,


s: While the churlish sea she dashes with glee


s: Yet the sword they would draw in defence of law,


s: From shore to shore, the wide world o'er,


s: With a dip and a rise, like a bird she flies,


s: Through storm and foam, to a western home,


s: An' rubbit his han's an' fidged an' laugh't;


s: O little thought he o' his wrinkled chaft,


s: He praised my e'en an' sleek white skin,


s: Syne fain wad kiss; but the laugh within


s: Wi' rings o' gowd, an' a brooch o' pearl,


s: An' aye he spoke o' his frien' the Earl,


s: But I snapp'd my thumb, and said, "gae hang,


s: An' through the town like lightning ran,


s: An' sae the auld carle spiel'd up the craft,


s: And raved and stamp'd like ane gane daft,


s: Till tears trickled owre his burning chaft,


s: "Far better be single," the folk a' said,


s: "Than a warming pan in an auld man's bed;"


s: Till night's black curtain 's drawn aside,


s: Like light that brings the blossom forth,


s: Her snaring smiles, sweet nature's wiles,


s: O'er mountains high, and prairies green;


s: My bonnie wee wifie, I 'm waefu' to leave thee,


s: To leave thee sae lanely, and far frae me;


s: Come night and come morning, I 'll soon be returning;


s: Then, oh, my dear wifie, how happy we 'll be!


s: Oh, cauld is the night, and the way dreigh and dreary,


s: The snaw 's drifting blindly o'er moorland an' lea;


s: All nature looks eerie. How can she be cheery,


s: Since weel she maun ken I am parted frae thee?


s: Oh, wae is the lammie, that 's lost its dear mammy,


s: An' waefu' the bird that sits chirping alane;


s: The plaints they are making, their wee bit hearts breaking,


s: Are throbbings o' pleasure compared wi' my pain.


s: The sun to the simmer, the bark to the timmer,


s: The sense to the soul, an' the light to the e'e,


s: The bud to the blossom, sae thou 'rt to my bosom;


s: Oh, wae 's my heart, wifie, when parted frae thee.


s: There 's nae guid availing in weeping or wailing,


s: Should friendship be failing wi' fortune's decay;


s: Love in our hearts glowing, its riches bestowing,


s: Bequeaths us a treasure life takes not away.


s: Let nae anxious feeling creep o'er thy heart, stealing


s: The bloom frae thy cheek when thou 'rt thinking of me;


s: Come night and come morning, I 'll then be returning;


s: Nae mair, cozie wifie, we parted shall be.


s: Oh, where snared ye that bonnie, bonnie bird?


s: I fear me it was where nae truth was heard,


s: And far frae the shrine o' guid St Mary.


s: Nor try ony wiles wi' the winsome fairy,


s: But won her young heart where the angels heard,


s: I fear me its plumes ye will ruffle sairly;


s: Or bring it low down to the lane kirkyard,


s: Where blossoms o' grace are planted early.


s: Its plumage shall never be ruffled sairly;


s: An' cherish my bonnie bird late an' early.


s: Oh, whence rings out that merry, merry peal?


s: The laugh and the sang are cherish'd rarely;


s: For he didna snare that bonny, bonny bird,


s: He had made her his ain, where the angels heard,


s: At the holy shrine o' the blest St Mary.


s: Come when the dawn of the morning is breaking,


s: Gold on the mountain-tops, mist on the plain,


s: Come when the clamorous birds are awaking


s: Drinking the rapture that gladdens the brain.


s: High o'er the swelling hills shepherds are climbing,


s: Down in the meadows the mowers are seen,


s: Haymakers singing, and village bells chiming;


s: Lasses and lads lightly trip o'er the green,


s: Then when the toils of the day are all over,


s: Gathered, delighted, set round in a ring--


s: Youth, with its mirthfulness--age, with its cheerfulness,


s: Blest are the joys that from innocence spring."


s: Good morrow, good morrow! warm, rosy, and bright,


s: Glow the clouds in the east, laughing heralds of light;


s: Whilst still as the glorious colours decay,


s: Full gushes of music seem tracking their way.


s: The daylight is dying, the night drawing near,


s: The workers are silent; yet ringing and clear,


s: From the leafiest tree in the shady bowers,


s: Comes melody falling in silvery showers.


s: For wealth or fame ye've left your Jean,


s: Though they look'd cold and cheerless, love,


s: Nae flower e'er hail'd wi' sweeter smiles


s: Through storm and calm, in sun and shade,


s: Where she, who stems the wound that bleeds,


s: She called their fluttering spirits back


s: Her presence still'd the wildest tongue,


s: They knew that they were cared for then,


s: She would speak to one and to another, and nod and smile to many


s: Down whar the burnie rins whimplin' and cheery,


s: When love's star was smilin', I met wi' my dearie;


s: Ah! vain was its smilin'--she wadna believe me,


s: But said wi' a saucy air, "Laddie, oh! leave me;


s: Leave me, leave me, laddie, oh! leave me."


s: "I 've lo'ed thee o'er truly to seek a new dearie,


s: I 've lo'ed thee o'er fondly, through life e'er to weary,


s: I 've lo'ed thee o'er lang, love, at last to deceive thee;


s: Look cauldly or kindly, but bid me not leave thee;"


s: "There 's nae ither saft e'e that fills me wi' pleasure,


s: There 's nae ither rose-lip has half o' its treasure,


s: There 's nae ither bower, love, shall ever receive me,


s: Till death break this fond heart--oh! then I maun leave thee;"


s: The tears o'er her cheeks ran like dew frae red roses;


s: What hope to the lover one tear-drop discloses!


s: I kiss'd them, and blest her--at last to relieve me


s: She yielded her hand, and sigh'd, "Oh! never leave me;"


s: How blythely the pipe through Glenlyon was sounding,


s: At morn when the clans to the merry dance hied;


s: And gay were the love-knots, o'er hearts fondly bounding,


s: When Ronald woo'd Flora, and made her his bride.


s: But war's banner streaming soon changed their fond dreaming--


s: Broad claymores were glancing, and war-steeds were prancing;


s: Up, Ronald! to arms for home and your love.


s: All was hush'd o'er the hill, where love linger'd despairing,


s: With her bride-maids still deck'd in their gay festal gear!


s: And she wept as she saw them fresh garlands preparing,


s: Which might laurel Love's brow, or be strew'd o'er his bier!


s: But cheer thee, fond maiden--each wild breeze is laden


s: With victory's slogan, through mountain and grove;


s: Where death streams were gushing, and war-steeds were rushing,


s: Lord Ronald has conquer'd for home and for love!


s: contribution to the natural history of the honey-bee.


s: Cheerless o'er the wild heath wand'ring,


s: Just like the bells--dong-ding, ding-dong;


s: While my heart beat so quick and strong--


s: She ne'er would lift this heart to hope,


s: TUNE--_'Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon.'_


s: Whilst spring her fragrant blossoms spreads,


s: By Forth, sweet Forth's meandering tide.


s: The fairest, choicest flowers I'll crop,


s: This song was originally Published in the _Scots' Magazine_ for


s: Though absent, you'll reign in my heart.


s: I'll grieve for the pride of her flowers,


s: George Wilson was born on the 20th June 1784, in the parish of


s: Corstorphine, in the vicinity; where he continues to reside. He


s: Mild as the morning, a rose-bud of beauty,


s: Young Mary, all lovely, had come from afar,


s: With tear-streaming eyes, and a grief-burden'd bosom,


s: To view with sad horror the carnage of war.


s: She sought her brave brother with sighing and sorrow;


s: Her loud lamentations she pour'd out in vain;


s: The hero had fallen, with kinsmen surrounded,


s: And deep he lay buried 'mong heaps of the slain.


s: "Oh! Donald, my brother, in death art thou sleeping?


s: Or groan'st thou in chains of some barbarous foe?


s: Are none of thy kindred in life now remaining,


s: To tell a sad tale of destruction and woe?"


s: A hero who struggled in death's cold embraces,


s: Whose bosom, deep gash'd, was all clotted with gore--


s: Will lead his brave heroes to battle no more."


s: She turn'd, and she gazed all around, much confounded;


s: The tidings of sorrow sunk deep in her heart;


s: She saw her brave kinsman laid low, deadly wounded,


s: He wanted that succour, she could not impart--


s: "Oh! Murdoch, my kinsman," with hands raised to heaven,


s: "Thy strength, bloom, and beauty, alas! all are o'er;


s: And oh, my brave brother, my brave gallant brother,


s: Lies sleeping beside thee, to waken no more."


s: AIR--_'Cope sent a letter frae Dunbar.'_


s: Frae a' your mountains, muirs, and glens,


s: Bring a' your spears, swords, dirks, and guns,


s: They, like their fathers, bold and brave,


s: Led forth their tribes frae strath and hill,


s: Our prince is come, his people's pride--


s: Plain truth and justice plead thy cause;


s: Now, chiefs and clans, your faith display,


s: When your dauntless chiefs shall lead you,


s: Though life's been aye a checker'd scene


s: Or 'neath the gardener's fostering hand,--


s: The flower enfolds while storms o'erpass,


s: Your foliage shades the wild bird's nest


s: subsequently taught an adventure school, first in Kilmarnock, and


s: O'er the mist-shrouded cliffs of the gray mountain straying,


s: Where the wild winds of winter incessantly rave;


s: What woes wring my heart while intently surveying


s: The storm's gloomy path on the breast of the wave?


s: Ye foam-crested billows, allow me to wail,


s: Ere ye toss me afar from my loved native shore;


s: Where the flower which bloom'd sweetest in Coila's green vale,


s: The pride of my bosom--my Mary 's no more.


s: No more by the banks of the streamlet we 'll wander,


s: And smile at the moon's rimpled face in the wave;


s: No more shall my arms cling with fondness around her,


s: For the dew-drops of morning fall cold on her grave.


s: No more shall the soft thrill of love warm my breast--


s: I haste with the storm to a far distant shore,


s: Where, unknown, unlamented, my ashes shall rest,


s: This song has been erroneously assigned to Burns.


s: The bard strikes his harp, the wild woods among,


s: And echo repeats to the breezes his strain;


s: Enraptured, the small birds around his seat throng,


s: And the lambkins, delighted, stand mute on the plain.


s: He sings of the pleasures his young bosom knew,


s: When beauty inspired him, and love was the theme;


s: While his harp, ever faithful, awakes them anew,


s: And a tear dims his eye as he breathes the loved name.


s: The hearths that bade welcome, the tongues that gave praise,


s: Are now cold to his sorrows, and mute to his wail!


s: E'en the oak, his sole shelter, rude winter decays,


s: And the wild flowers he sung are laid scentless and pale.


s: Too oft thus in misery, the minstrel must pine;


s: Neglected by those whom his song wont to cheer,


s: They think not, alas! as they view his decline,


s: That his heart still can feel, and his eye shed a tear.


s: Yet sweet are the pleasures that spring from his woes,


s: And which souls that are songless can never enjoy;


s: They know not his joy, for each sweet strain that flows


s: Twines a wreath round his name time can never destroy.


s: Sing on, then, sweet bard! though thus lonely ye stray,


s: While the names that neglect thee have melted away,


s: As the snowflakes which fall in the stream disappear.


s: Ph[oe]bus, wi' gowden crest, leaves ocean's heaving breast


s: An' frae the purple east smiles on the day;


s: Laverocks wi' blythesome strain, mount frae the dewy plain,


s: Greenwood and rocky glen echo their lay;


s: Wild flowers, wi' op'ning blooms, woo ilka breeze that comes,


s: Scattering their rich perfumes over the lea;


s: But summer's varied dye, lark's song, and breezes' sigh,


s: Blighted, like autumn's leaf, ilk joy is changed to grief--


s: Day smiles around, but no pleasure can gie;


s: Night on his sable wings, sweet rest to nature brings--


s: Aften has warldly care wrung my sad bosom sair;


s: Hope's visions fled me, an' friendship's untrue;


s: But a' the ills o' fate never could thus create


s: Anguish like parting, dear Annie, frae you.


s: Farewell, those beaming eyes, stars in life's wintry skies--


s: Farewell, that angel smile, stranger to woman's wile,


s: Farewell, ilk happy scene, wild wood, an' valley green,


s: Where time, on rapture's wing, over us flew;


s: Farewell, that peace of heart, thou only could'st impart--


s: Farewell, dear Annie--a long, long adieu!


s: The smile o' her face, and her e'e's witchin' grace,


s: Are mair than the wealth o' this warld can gie.


s: Her voice is as sweet as the blackbird at gloamin',


s: When echo repeats her soft notes to the ear,


s: And lovely and fresh as the wild roses blooming,


s: That dip in the stream o' the Carron so clear.


s: But poortith 's a foe to the peace o' this bosom,


s: That glows sae devoutly, dear lassie, for thee;


s: Alas! that e'er poortith should blight love's young blossom,


s: When riches nae lasting contentment can gie.


s: Yet hope's cheerfu' sun shall aboon my head hover,


s: And guide a lone wanderer, when far frae thee;


s: For ne'er, till it sets, will I prove a false lover,


s: Or think o' anither, dear lassie, but thee.


s: She 's meikle sought, and meikle thought o',


s: Her robe and plaid 's the simple tartan,


s: The plaid sae graceful flung around her,


s: For weel she 's worth your heart and treasure;


s: When the wind grows cauld, and the burns grow bauld,


s: And we maun bear what it likes to sen'--


s: That the warst o' this warld's waes maun en'.


s: And the flowers that busk a bonnie brae,


s: Their hearts are o' the steel, an' a better keel


s: Its no when the loch lies dead in his trough


s: But the rack and the ride o' the restless tide,


s: Its no when the yawl an' the light skiffs crawl


s: That I look to the west for the bark I lo'e best,


s: But when that the clud lays its cheek to the flud,


s: An' the sea lays its shouther to the shore;


s: When the win' sings high, and the sea-whaup's cry,


s: Its then that I look to the thickening rook,


s: Oh, merry he sits 'mang his jovial crew,


s: She has roar'd through a heavier sea afore,


s: We dash through the drift, and sing to the lift


s: When I think on the lads an' the land I hae left,


s: An' how love has been lifted, an' friendship been reft;


s: How the hinnie o' hope has been jumbled wi' ga',


s: Then I sigh for the lads an' the land far awa'.


s: When I think on the days o' delight we hae seen,


s: When the flame o' the spirit would spark in the e'en;


s: Then I say, as in sorrow I think on ye a',


s: Where will I find hearts like the hearts far awa?


s: When I think on the nights we hae spent hand in hand,


s: Wi' mirth for our sowther, and friendship our band,


s: This world gets dark; but ilk night has a daw',


s: And I yet may rejoice in the land far awa'!


s: My bonnie wee Bell was a mitherless bairn,


s: Her aunty was sour, an' her uncle was stern;


s: While her cousin was aft in a cankersome mood;


s: But that hinder'd na Bell growing bonnie and gude.


s: When we ran to the schule, I was aye by her han',


s: To wyse off the busses, or help owre a stran';


s: An' as aulder we grew, a' the neighbours could tell


s: Hoo my liking grew wi' thee, my bonnie wee Bell.


s: Thy cousin gangs dinkit, thy cousin gangs drest,


s: In her silks and her satins, the brawest and best;


s: But the gloss o' a cheek, the glint o' an e'e,


s: Some goud, an' some siller, my auld gutcher left,


s: An' in houses an' mailins I'll soon be infeft;


s: I've a vow in the heaven, I've an aith wi' thysel',


s: I'll make room in this world for thee, bonnie Bell.


s: The soldier waves the shining sword, the shepherd boy his crook,


s: The boatman plies the splashing oar, but well I love the hook.


s: When swift I haste at sunny morn, unto the spreading plain,


s: And view before me, like a sea, the fields of golden grain,


s: And listen to the cheerful sound of harvest's echoing horn,


s: Or join the merry reaper band, that gather in the corn;


s: How sweet the friendly welcoming, how gladsome every look,


s: Ere we begin, with busy hands, to wield the Reaping Hook.


s: My Reaping Hook! my Reaping Hook! I love thee better far,


s: When, waving in the rustling breeze, the ripen'd field I see;


s: Or listen to the harmless jest, the bandsman's cheerful song,


s: But thou, my shining Reaping Hook, the symbol art of peace,


s: And fill'st a thousand families with smiles and happiness;


s: While conquering warrior's burning brand, amid his gory path,


s: The emblem is of pain and woe, of man's destructive wrath.


s: commutation! Sixty lashes with leather thongs on my right hand,


s: At another seminary Smart completed his education. He was now


s: dedicated by permission to Lord Jeffrey.


s: They breathe their sweets for thee alone.


s: Beneath the pale moon's trembling light,


s: Never despair! when the dark cloud is lowering,


s: The sun, though obscured, never ceases to shine;


s: Above the black tempest his radiance is pouring


s: While faithless and faint-hearted mortals repine.


s: The journey of life has its lights and its shadows,


s: And Heaven in its wisdom to each sends a share;


s: Though rough be the road, yet with reason to guide us,


s: And courage to conquer, we'll never despair!


s: Never despair! when with troubles contending,


s: Make labour and patience a sword and a shield,


s: And win brighter laurels, with courage unbending,


s: Than ever were gained on the blood-tainted field.


s: As gay as the lark in the beam of the morning,


s: When young hearts spring upward to do and to dare,


s: The bright star of promise their future adorning,


s: Will light them along, and they'll never despair!


s: The oak in the tempest grows strong by resistance,


s: The arm at the anvil gains muscular power,


s: And firm self-reliance, that seeks no assistance,


s: Goes onward, rejoicing, through sunshine and shower;


s: For life is a struggle, to try and to prove us,


s: And true hearts grow stronger by labour and care,


s: While Hope, like a seraph, still whispers above us,--


s: Look upward and onward, and never despair!


s: And here's to ilk bonnie young lassie we lo'ed,


s: Their fame is alive, though their spirits are fled


s: May they live in our song, and be nearest our hearts,


s: Love flies the haunts of pomp and power,


s: From pride, from business, and from care,


s: This lyric and the following are printed from the author's MSS.


s: Your foes are at hand, and the brand that they wield,


s: But, ah! may the arm of the brave be your shield,


s: And the song of the victory your strain.


s: Remember the fetters and chains that are wove,


s: Are not like the fetters of union and love,


s: Though rich be your fields, they will blight in their bloom,


s: And the sun that now gladdens, shall sink into gloom,


s: And grow dark when your freedom expires.


s: Be yours, then, the triumph to brave ones that 's meet,


s: And your country, with laurels in store,


s: Each weary and toil-worn warrior will greet


s: What though they sprung frae simple bards,


s: Oh! true it spoke, though hope the while


s: And I thought my lad, wi' glory crown'd,


s: But vain the thought! cold, cold he lies


s: There 's aye some joy the heart to cheer--


s: There 's aye some spot that 's green and fair.


s: The "owrie sheep," when winds blaw snell,


s: Even kings themsels, wi' a' their power,


s: 'Neath adverse blasts are forced to cower,


s: But mark this truth--the ills that blight


s: And fret not though dark clouds should spread


s: The hearts--the blessings of the brave--


s: Fareweel to ilk hill whar the red heather grows,


s: To ilk bonnie green glen whar the mountain stream rows,


s: To the rock that re-echoes the torrent's wild din,


s: To the graves o' my sires, and the hearths o' my kin.


s: Fareweel to ilk strath an' the lav'rock's sweet sang--


s: For trifles grow dear whan we 've kenn'd them sae lang;


s: Round the wanderer's heart a bright halo they shed,


s: A dream o' the past, when a' other's hae fled.


s: The young hearts may kythe, though they 're forced far away,


s: But its dool to the spirit when haffets are gray;


s: The saplin transplanted may flourish a tree,


s: Whar the hardy auld aik wad but wither and dee.


s: They tell me I gang whar the tropic suns shine


s: Owre landscapes as lovely and fragrant as thine;


s: For the objects sae dear that the heart had entwined


s: Turn eerisome hame-thoughts, and sicken the mind.


s: No, my spirit shall stray whar the red heather grows!


s: In the bonnie green glen whar the mountain stream rows,


s: 'Neath the rock that re-echoes the torrent's wild din,


s: 'Mang the graves o' my sires, round the hearths o' my kin.


s: AIR--_"There 's nae luck about the house."_


s: I sing of gentle woodcroft gay, for well I love to rove,


s: With the spaniel at my side and the falcon on my glove;


s: For the noble bird which graced my hand I feel my spirit swell,


s: Array'd in all her hunting-gear--hood, jessy, leash, and bell.


s: Without a pile of feather wrong, on body, breast, or wing.


s: Away she darts, on pinions free, above the mountains far,


s: Until in less'ning size she seems no bigger than a star.


s: Away, away, in farthest flight I feel no fear or dread,


s: When a whistle or a whoop brings her tow'ring o'er my head;


s: While poised on moveless wing, from her voice a murmur swells,


s: To speak her presence near, above the chiming from her bells.


s: 'Tis Rover's bark--halloo! see the broad-wing'd heron rise,


s: And soaring round my falcon queen, above her quarry flies,


s: With outstretch'd neck the wary game shoots for the covert nigh;


s: But o'er him for a settled stoop my hawk is tow'ring high.


s: My falcon 's tow'ring o'er him with an eye of fire and pride,


s: In meteor flight, with sudden dart, she stoops upon her foe.


s: The vanquish'd and the vanquisher sink rolling round and round,


s: With wounded wing the quarried game falls heavy on the ground.


s: Away, away, my falcon fair has spread her buoyant wings,


s: While on the ear her silver voice as clear as metal rings.


s: No other sport like falconry can make the bosom glow,


s: When flying at the stately game, or raking at the crow.


s: Who mews a hawk must nurse her as a mother would her child,


s: And soothe the wayward spirit of a thing so fierce and wild;


s: Must woo her like a bride, while with love his bosom swells


s: peasantry, these _brochures_ are without a parallel. Mr Marshall


s: And think na shame, though my face be seen,


s: Then skipping wi' lichtsome heart, I hie


s: The wark spins on, and the time rins by,


s: AIR--_"Fye, gae rub her owre wi' strae."_


s: We spake of the friends of our early days,


s: And fancy skimm'd o'er the flow'ry braes


s: They ran, they row'd, they warsl'd, they fell,


s: Our hearts ran o'er like a gushing well,


s: This golden lamp shines clear and bright,


s: It brightens our morning, noon, and night,


s: Were like the cluds on the brow o' night,


s: Her voice--hae ye heard the goudspink's note,


s: Or listen'd ye e'er to the mermaid's lay,


s: Hae ye dreamt ye heard, i' the bowers o' heaven,


s: Or fancied ye listen'd the sang o' the spheres


s: And blend her wild-wood harp's sweet strain


s: From faithless thing like thee to sever?


s: I loved to mark thy blue eyes' splendour,


s: As if its thrilling gaze could wound me;


s: Though not, as once, in love's young day,


s: When thoughtless passion's fetters bound me.


s: The dimpling smile, with sweetness fraught,


s: Who, that had seen them, could have thought


s: Than make thy faithless breast my pillow.


s: Thy streaming tears no more can move me,


s: As the flower to the sun, as the lamb to the lea,


s: Fond Fancy for aye will be flitting away--


s: To the weary, rest--to the watcher, day--


s: Dear Aunty, what think ye o' auld Johnny Graham?


s: He wants a bit wifie to tend his bein hame,


s: Wi' bonnet sae vaunty, an owerlay sae clean,


s: He cam' doun the cleugh at the gloamin' yestreen,


s: I bade him come ben whare my minny sae thrang


s: An', foul fa' the carle, he was na' that lang,


s: "Hech, Tibby, lass! a' yon braid acres o' land,


s: An' meikle mair gear shall be at yer command,


s: "Yon herd o' fat owsen that rout i' the glen,


s: The kye i' the sheugh, and the sheep i' the pen,


s: "An', lassie, I've goupins o' gowd in a stockin',


s: A mettl'd, but canny young yaud, for the yokin',


s: "I 'll hap ye, and fend ye, and busk ye, and tend ye,


s: I 'll comfort and cheer ye, and daut ye and dear ye,


s: "I 've lo'ed ye, dear lassie, since first, a bit bairn,


s: An' deckit my bonnet wi' blue bells an' fern,


s: "An' noo woman grown, an' mensefu', an' fair,


s: Will ye tak' an' auld carle wha ne'er had a care


s: Sae, Aunty, ye see I 'm a' in a swither,


s: But aften I wish he wad tak' my auld mither,


s: Oh, haud na' yer noddle sae hie, ma doo!


s: The days that hae been, may be yet again seen,


s: Oh, geck na' at hame hodden gray, Jean Linn!


s: Yer gutcher an mine wad thocht themsels fine,


s: In cleedin' sae bein, bonnie May, bonnie May--


s: Ye mind when we won in Whinglen, Jean Linn--


s: Your daddy, douce carle, was cotter to mine,


s: An' our herd was yer bonnie sel', then, Jean Linn,


s: Oh, then ye were a' thing to me, Jean Linn,


s: An' the moments scour'd by, like birds through the sky,


s: When tentin' the owsen wi' thee, Jean Linn,


s: I twined ye a bower by the burn, Jean Linn,


s: But dreamt na that hour, as we sat in that bower,


s: That fortune wad tak' sic a turn, Jean Linn.


s: Ye busk noo in satins fu' braw, Jean Linn!


s: Yer daddy's a laird, mine 's i' the kirkyard,


s: An' I 'm yer puir ploughman, Jock Law, Jean Linn,


s: When the sun gaes down, when the sun gaes down,


s: I 'll meet thee, bonnie Mary, when the sun gaes down;


s: I 'll row my apron up, an' I 'll leave the reeky town,


s: And meet thee by the burnie, when the sun gaes down.


s: By the burnie there 's a bower, we will gently lean us there,


s: An' forget in ither's arms every earthly care,


s: For the chiefest o' my joys, in this weary mortal roun',


s: Is the burnside wi' Mary when the sun gaes down.


s: There the ruin'd castle tower on the distant steep appears,


s: Like a hoary auld warrior faded with years;


s: An' the burnie stealing by wi' a fairy silver soun',


s: Will soothe us wi' its music when the sun gaes down.


s: The burnside is sweet when the dew is on the flower,


s: But 'tis like a little heaven at the trystin' hour;


s: And with pity I would look on the king who wears the crown,


s: When wi' thee by the burnie, when the sun gaes down.


s: I 'll meet thee by the burnie, when the sun gaes down;


s: Come in thy petticoatie, and thy little drugget gown,


s: And I 'll meet thee, bonnie Mary, when the sun gaes down.


s: Across the waters sought a world unknown,


s: Though well he knew that he in vain might stray


s: He left his home, around whose humble hearth


s: His parents, kindred, all he valued, smil'd--


s: Friends who had known and loved him from his birth,


s: And who still loved him as a fav'rite child.


s: He left the scenes by youthful hopes endear'd,


s: The woods, the streams, that sooth'd his infant ear;


s: The plants, the trees that he himself had rear'd,


s: All these he left, with sad but willing heart,


s: Though unallur'd by honours, wealth, or fame;


s: In them not even his wishes claim'd a part,


s: And the world knew not of his very name.


s: Canst thou not guess what taught his steps to stray?


s: 'Twas love, but not such love as worldlings own,


s: That often smiles its sweetest to betray,


s: And stabs the breast that offered it a throne!


s: 'Twas love to God, and love to all mankind!


s: His Master bade the obedient servant go,


s: And try if he in distant realms could find


s: Some who His name and saving grace would know.


s: 'Twas this that nerved him when he saw the tears


s: 'Twas this that taught her how to calm her fears,


s: And beg a heavenly blessing on his head.


s: 'Twas this that made his father calmly bear


s: And bade him humbly ask of God in prayer,


s: His virtuous son to counsel, guide, and aid.


s: And when he rose to bless, and wish him well,


s: And bent a head with age and sorrow gray--


s: E'en when he breath'd a fond and last farewell,


s: Half sad, half joyful, dashed his tears away.


s: "And go," he said, "though I with mortal eyes


s: Shall ne'er behold thy filial reverence more;


s: But when from earth to heaven our spirits rise,


s: The Hand that gave him shall my child restore.


s: "I bid thee go, though human tears will steal


s: From eyes that see the course thou hast to run;


s: Like Abraham call'd to sacrifice his son!"


s: And he is gone, with ardent steps he prest


s: Across the hills to where the vessel lay,


s: They saw the white sails bearing him away.


s: Did none of those who, in a favour'd land


s: The shelter of the gospel tree had known,


s: Desire to see its peaceful shade expand?


s: 'Tis not for me to answer questions here--


s: And those to whom their fellow-men are dear,


s: Bestow the bread by which their souls may live!


s: The author of "Woodnotes of a Wanderer," John Ramsay, was born at


s: Thou dark stream slow wending thy deep rocky way,


s: By foliage oft hid from the bright eye of day,


s: I 've view'd thee with pleasure, but now must with pain,


s: Farewell! for I never may see you again.


s: Ye woods, whence fond fancy a spirit would bring,


s: That trimm'd the bright pinions of thought's hallow'd wing,


s: Your beauties will gladden some happier swain;


s: I 've roam'd you, unknown to care's life-sapping sigh,


s: When prospects seem'd fair and my young hopes were high;


s: These prospects were false, and those hopes have proved vain;


s: Soon distance shall bid my reft heart undergo


s: Those pangs that alone the poor exile can know--


s: Away! like a craven why should I complain?


s: Oh bricht, bricht are the evenin' beams,


s: On fair Clydeside thair wonnit ane dame,


s: That sails thro' the dark blue hevin at nicht.


s: Her dimplit cheek, and her bonny red mou,


s: But it wuld haif saften'd the dullest wicht,


s: An' my heart was tane, an' my sense was gane,


s: Tho' still she hardly wuld seem to hear,


s: An' wuld cauldly blame the words o' flame


s: But the time sune cam, the waesome time,


s: An' oh! that thocht, how aften it brocht


s: The deep-heavit sigh an' the cauld bitter tear!


s: Then socht I my luve, her cauld heart to muve,


s: Wi' my tears, an' my sighs, an' my prayers,


s: An' I gaed by her side doun the banks o' the Clyde,


s: 'Twas a still summer nicht, at the fa'ing o' licht,


s: At the gloamin's saft an' schadowie hour,


s: An' we wander'd alane till the daylicht was gane,


s: She culd hear nae mair, but her gentill arm


s: She lean't upon mine, wi' a tender sigh.


s: Then warmly I prest wi' my burning lips,


s: An' aften I prest her form to my breast,


s: An' fondly an' warmly I vowit to be true.


s: Though drear is the dule I haif suffer'd sin syne,


s: That hour gars my heart beat warmly yet.


s: The parting time cam, an' the parting time past,


s: I gaed, an' though ither and brichter maids


s: I but thocht o' the sweet green hour by the Clyde,


s: The hours--the days--whose heavenly light


s: The thought that looks to days long past,


s: Will still fierce passion's wild control,


s: TUNE--_'There grows a bonnie brier bush.'_


s: Young Randal was a bonnie lad when he gaed awa',


s: 'Twas in the sixteen hundred year o' grace and thritty-twa,


s: That Randal, the laird's youngest son, gaed awa'.


s: It was to seek his fortune in the High Germanie,


s: To fecht the foreign loons in the High Germanie,


s: That he left his father's tower o' sweet Willanslee,


s: And monie mae friends in the North Countrie.


s: He left his mother in her bower, his father in the ha',


s: His brother at the outer yett, but and his sisters twa',


s: And his bonnie cousin Jean, that look'd owre the castle wa',


s: And, mair than a' the lave, loot the tears down fa'.


s: "Oh, whan will ye be back," sae kindly did she speir,


s: "Oh, whan will ye be back, my hinny and my dear?"


s: "Whenever I can win eneuch o' Spanish gear,


s: To dress ye out in pearlins and silks, my dear."


s: Oh, Randal's hair was coal-black when he gaed awa'--


s: Oh, Randal's cheeks were roses red when he gaed awa',


s: And in his bonnie e'e, a spark glintit high,


s: Like the merrie, merrie look in the morning sky.


s: Oh, Randal was an altert man whan he came hame--


s: A sair altert man was he when he came hame;


s: Wi' a ribbon at his breast, and a Sir at his name--


s: And gray, gray cheeks did Randal come hame.


s: He lichtit at the outer yett, and rispit with the ring,


s: And down came a ladye to see him come in,


s: And after the ladye came bairns feifteen:


s: "Can this muckle wife be my true love Jean?"


s: "Whatna stoure carl is this," quo' the dame,


s: "Sae gruff and sae grand, and sae feckless and sae lame?"


s: "Oh, tell me, fair madam, are ye bonnie Jeanie Graham?"


s: "In troth," quo' the ladye, "sweet sir, the very same."


s: He lap on his horse, and awa' did wildly flee,


s: And never mair came back to sweet Willanslee.


s: Oh, dule on the poortith o' this countrie,


s: And dule on the wars o' the High Germanie,


s: And dule on the love that forgetfu' can be,


s: For they 've wreck'd the bravest heart in this hale countrie.


s: Oh, where now the broad bright claymore?


s: Who to Charlie gave their swords and their all,


s: And I wish I had less in this world to leave,


s: University of Edinburgh. In 1827 he published a little treatise,


s: The little comer 's coming, the comer o'er the sea,


s: The comer of the summer, all the sunny days to be;


s: Thine be sweet morning, with the bee that 's out for honey-dew,


s: And glowing be the noontide, for the grasshopper and you;


s: The river blue, that lapses through the valley, hears thee sing,


s: And murmurs much beneath the touch of thy light-dipping wing;


s: The thunder-cloud, over us bow'd, in deeper gloom is seen,


s: When quick relieved it glances to thy bosom's silvery sheen.


s: Shall bind thee more to come aye to the music of our leaves,


s: Life, death, and life! but circling change,


s: Thine storm and rack--the forests crack,


s: See where yon bastion'd Midnight stands,


s: Their graves evince, o'er hill and plain,


s: Shall mould the faith thy sons maintain,


s: I pray for you, of your courtesy, before we further move,


s: Let me look back and see the place that I so dearly love.


s: I am not old in years, yet still, where'er I chanced to roam,


s: The strongest impulse of my heart was ever link'd with home:


s: There saw I first the light of heaven--there, by a mother's knee,


s: All that I prize on earth is now my aching sight before,


s: And glen and brae, and moorland gray, I'll witness never more.


s: Upon yon seat beside the door he gave to me his sword,


s: With charge to draw it only for our just and rightful lord.


s: And I remember when I went, unfriended and alone,


s: Amidst a world I never loved--ay! yonder is the stone


s: At which my mother, bending low, for me did heaven implore--


s: Stone, seat and tree are dear to me--I'll see them never more!


s: Yon hawthorn bower beside the burn I never shall forget;


s: Ah! there my dear departed maid and I in rapture met:


s: What tender aspirations we breathed for other's weal!


s: How glow'd our hearts with sympathy which none but lovers feel!


s: And when above our hapless Prince the milk-white flag was flung,


s: While hamlet, mountain, rock, and glen with martial music rung,


s: We parted there; from her embrace myself I wildly tore;


s: Our hopes were vain--I came again, but found her never more.


s: Oh! thank you for your gentleness--now stay one minute still;


s: There is a lone and quiet spot on yonder rising hill;


s: I mark it, and the sight revives emotions strong and deep--


s: There, lowly laid, my parents in the dust together sleep.


s: And must I in a land afar from home and kindred lie?


s: Forbid it, heaven! and hear my prayer--'tis better now to die!


s: Short is the way, when light 's the heart


s: We 've gather'd nuts, we 've gather'd slaes,


s: We 'll join our love notes to the breeze


s: That sighs in whispers through the trees,


s: For big 's the spate, and loud it roars;


s: Your folks a' ken you 're here the nicht,


s: See, dark 's the lift, no moon is there,


s: And now though ten long years have pass'd


s: When rosy day, far in the west, has vanish'd frae the scene,


s: How dear to love and beauty is the e'ening's dewy hour!


s: When down the burnie's wimpling course, amid the hazel shade,


s: The robin chants his vesper sang, the cushat seeks the glade;


s: When bats their drowsy vigils wheel round eldrich tree and tower,


s: Then, oh! how dear, frae men apart, in glen or woodland bower,


s: To meet the lass we dearly lo'e at e'ening's dewy hour!


s: The ruddy morn has charms enow, when, from the glowin' sky,


s: The sun on rival beauties smiles wi' gladness in his eye;


s: But, oh! the softer shaded scene has magic in its power,


s: Which cheers the youthful lover's heart at e'ening's dewy hour!


s: When others are boasting 'bout fetes and parades,


s: Whar silken hose shine, and glitter cockades,


s: In the low-thatched cot mair pleasure I feel


s: To discourse wi' the aul'-farint Watty M'Neil.


s: The gentles may hoot, and slip by his door;


s: His mien it is simple, his haudin' is poor:


s: Aft fashion encircles a heart no sae leal--


s: Far, far will ye ride for a Watty M'Neil.


s: His welcome is touching, yet nought o' the faun--


s: A warmth is express'd in the shake o' his han';


s: His cog and his bed, or ought in his biel,


s: The lonely will share frae kind Watty M'Neil.


s: He kens a' 'bout Scotland, its friends and its foes,


s: How Leslie did triumph o'er gallant Montrose;


s: And the Covenant's banner ower Philiphaugh's fiel'


s: Waved glorious--'twas noble, says Watty M'Neil.


s: Then gang and see Watty ere laid in the mools,


s: He 's a help to the wise folk, a lesson to fools;


s: Contentment and innocence mingle sae weel


s: Mid the braw lyart haffits o' Watty M'Neil.


s: And showers o' leaves, red, rustling, sweep


s: Love stounds my bosom through and through,


s: AIR--_'Neil Gow's Lament for his Brother.'_


s: How early I woo'd thee, how dearly I lo'ed thee;


s: How sweet was thy voice, how enchanting thy smile;


s: The joy 'twas to see thee, the bliss to be wi' thee,


s: I mind, but to feel now their power to beguile.


s: I gazed on thy beauty, and a' things about thee,


s: Seem'd too fair for earth, as I bent at thy shrine;


s: But fortune and fashion, mair powerfu' than passion,


s: Could alter the bosom that seem'd sae divine!


s: Anither may praise thee, may fondle and fraize thee;


s: And win thee wi' words, when his heart's far awa';


s: But, oh, when sincerest, when warmest, and dearest,


s: His vows--will my truth be forgot by thee a'?


s: 'Midst pleasure and splendour thy fancy may wander,


s: But moments o' solitude ilk ane maun dree;


s: Then feeling will find thee, and mem'ry remind thee,


s: O' him wha through life gaes heart-broken for thee.


s: relinquishing, however, a craft at which he could at least earn a


s: capabilities as a writer by a further literary attempt.


s: For some years his health had been declining; in early manhood he


s: character, induced him for many years never to go abroad without


s: The snawdrap white, and the bonnie vi'let blue.


s: Is pointing its tap at the cloudless sky.


s: Is sung in the young-leaved woods to-day;


s: And hums on the flowerie the big red bee.


s: An' mourns, I kenna why, wi' a ceaseless mane.


s: Sune shall these scenes, in darkness cast,


s: Be ravaged wild by the wild winter blast.


s: An' though, through many a cloudless day,


s: My winsome Jean shall be heartsome and gay;


s: Lead thee the lounnest an' the bonniest way.


s: An' asleep in that bed shall thy puir brother lie.


s: And I 'll be forgotten by ane an' by a'.


s: Bonnie shall the dreams o' my slumbers be.


s: These verses were composed when the author was suffering from a


s: She 's gane! she 's gane! the loveliest maid!


s: But now she 's gane,--dark, dark an' drear,


s: familiar with British and continental authors, and with the more


s: And stretched its little hands, and tried


s: Yon old temple pile, where the moon dimly flashes


s: O'er gray roof, tall window, sloped buttress, and base,


s: O'erarches the ashes, the now silent ashes,


s: Of the noblest, the bravest, of Scotia's race.


s: How hallow'd yon spot where a hero is lying,


s: Embalm'd in the holiness worship bedews,


s: The lamb watching over the sleep of the lion,


s: Religion enthroned on the tomb of the Bruce!


s: Far other and fiercer the moments that crown'd him,


s: Than those that now creep o'er yon old temple pile,


s: And sterner the music that storm'd around him,


s: Than the anthem that peals through the long-sounding aisle,


s: When his bugle's fierce tones with the war-hum was blending,


s: And, with claymores engirdled, and banners all loose,


s: His rough-footed warriors, to battle descending,


s: Peal'd up to the heavens the war-cry of Bruce.


s: I hear him again, with deep voice proclaiming--


s: Let our country be free, or with freedom expire;


s: I see him again, with his great sword o'erflaming


s: The plume-nodding field, like a banner of fire.


s: Still onward it blazes, that red constellation,


s: In its passage no pause, to its flashing no truce:


s: Oh, the pillar of glory that led forth our nation


s: From shackles and chains, was the sword of the Bruce.


s: But now he is sleeping in darkness; the thunder


s: Of battle to him is now silent and o'er,


s: And the sword, that, like threads, sever'd shackles asunder,


s: Shall gleam in the vanguard of Scotland no more.


s: Yet, oh, though his banner for ever be furled,


s: Though his great sword be rusted and red with disuse,


s: Can freemen, when tyrants would handcuff the world--


s: Can freemen be mute at the Tomb of the Bruce?


s: But are not their greatness and grandeur


s: Though pride, in her trappings so dainty,


s: Kingdom," a work much valued by geologists. His brother, Mr John


s: Mr Anderson received his education at Edinburgh, and in 1820 was


s: Will you go to the woodlands with me, with me,


s: When the sun 's on the hill, and all nature is still,


s: For I love to lie lone on the hill, on the hill,


s: When earth, sea, and sky, in loveliness vie,


s: Like a bird on the wing, like a swan on the lake,


s: And I love 'neath the green boughs to lie, to lie;


s: And see far above, like the smiling of love,


s: When the hum of the forest I hear, I hear,


s: 'Tis solitude's prayer, pure devotion is there,


s: I kneel myself down on the sod, the sod,


s: 'Mong the flowers and wild heath, and an orison breathe


s: Then peace doth descend on my mind, my mind,


s: And I gain greater scope to my spirit and hope,


s: Oh! whatever my fate chance to be, to be,


s: If a stroll on the hill, if a glimpse of the sea,


s: I 'm naebody noo; though in days that are gane,


s: When I 'd hooses, and lands, and gear o' my ain,


s: Ther war' mony to flatter, and mony to praise--


s: And wha but mysel' was sae prood in those days!


s: Ah! then roun' my table wad visitors thrang,


s: Wha laugh'd at my joke, and applauded my sang,


s: Though the tane had nae point, and the tither nae glee;


s: But, of coorse, they war' grand when comin' frae me!


s: Whan I 'd plenty to gie, o' my cheer and my crack,


s: Ther war' plenty to come, and wi' joy to partak';


s: But whanever the water grew scant at the well,


s: I was welcome to drink all alane by mysel'!


s: Whan I 'd nae need o' aid, there were plenty to proffer;


s: And noo whan I want it, I ne'er get the offer;


s: I could greet whan I think hoo my siller decreast,


s: In the feasting o' those who came only to feast.


s: The fulsome respec' to my gowd they did gie,


s: I thoucht a' the time was intended for me;


s: But whanever the end o' my money they saw,


s: Their friendship, like it, also flicker'd awa'.


s: My advice ance was sought for by folks far and near,


s: Sic great wisdom I had ere I tint a' my gear;


s: I 'm as weel able yet to gie counsel, that 's true,


s: But I may jist haud my wheesht, for I 'm naebody noo.


s: Where the treasure is, they say, lassie,


s: periodicals, he has latterly written chiefly for the _British and


s: 'Tis sweet wi' blithesome heart to stray,


s: Is an hour i' the mild moonlight wi' thee;


s: For an hour i' the mild moonlight wi' thee.


s: And her veil o'er the silent earth is thrown:


s: The whispering night-breeze calls on thee;


s: For wealth let warldlings cark and moil,


s: O sweet is the blossom o' the hawthorn tree,


s: The bonnie milky blossom o' the hawthorn tree,


s: When the saft westlin wind, as it wanders o'er the lea,


s: Comes laden wi' the breath o' the hawthorn tree.


s: Lovely is the rose in the dewy month o' June,


s: An' the lily gently bending beneath the sunny noon;


s: But dewy rose nor lily fair is half sae sweet to me,


s: As the bonnie milky blossom o' the hawthorn tree.


s: Oh, blithe at fair an' market fu' aften I hae been,


s: An' wi' a crony frank an' leal, some happy hours I 've seen;


s: Sweetly sang the blackbird, low in the woody glen,


s: While whispering o' love beneath the hawthorn tree.


s: Old Time may wave his dusky wing, an' Chance may cast his die,


s: And the rainbow hues of flatterin' Hope may darken in the sky;


s: Gay Summer pass, an' Winter stalk stern o'er the frozen lea,


s: Nor leaf, nor milky blossom deck the hawthorn tree:


s: An' low maun be my hame, sweet maid, ere I be false to thee,


s: Or forget the vows I breathed beneath the hawthorn tree.


s: My luve's rose lips breathe sweet perfume,


s: Her smile wuld warm cauld winter's heart--


s: A respectable writer of lyric poetry, James Macdonald was born in


s: education. Acquiring the rudiments of learning at Culcruich, he


s: Or ere we part, my heart leaps hie to sing ae bonnie sang,


s: Aboot my ain sweet lady-love, my darling Aggie Lang;


s: It is na that her cheeks are like the blooming damask rose,


s: It is na that her brow is white as stainless Alpine snows,


s: It is na that her locks are black as ony raven's wing,


s: Nor is 't her e'e o' winning glee that mak's me fondly sing.


s: But, oh! her heart, a bonnie well, that gushes fresh an' free


s: O' maiden love, and happiness, and a' that sweet can be;


s: Though saft the sang o' simmer winds, the warbling o' the stream,


s: I 'd rather hear a'e gentle word frae Aggie's angel tongue,


s: For weel I ken her heart is mine--the fountain whar it sprung.


s: Yestreen I met her in a glen about the gloamin' hour;


s: The moon was risen o'er the trees, the dew begemm'd ilk flower,


s: The weary wind was hush'd asleep, an' no a sough cam' nigh,


s: E'en frae the waukrife stream that ran in silver glintin' by;


s: I saw the silver light o' heaven fa' on her bonnie brow,


s: An' glitter on the honey-blabs upon her cherry mou';


s: I saw the lily moonbeams steal the redness o' the rose,


s: An' sleep upon her downy cheek in beautiful repose.


s: The moon rose high, the stream gaed by, but aye she smiled on me,


s: I 've sat within a palace hall amid the grand an' gay,


s: I 've listen'd to the carnival o' merry birds in May,


s: I 've been in joyous companies, the wale o' mirth an' glee,


s: An' danced in nature's fairy bowers by mountain, lake, and lea;


s: But never has this heart o' mine career'd in purer pride,


s: As in that moonlit glen an' bower, wi' Aggie by my side.


s: Oh, bonnie 's the lily that blooms in the valley,


s: And fair is the cherry that grows on the tree;


s: The primrose smiles sweet as it welcomes the simmer,


s: And modest 's the wee gowan's love-talking e'e;


s: Mair dear to my heart is that lown cosy dingle,


s: Whar late i' the gloamin', by the lanely "Ha' den,"


s: I met with the fairest ere bounded in beauty,


s: By the banks o' the Endrick, the pride o' the glen.


s: She 's pure as the spring cloud that smiles in the welkin,


s: An blithe as the lambkin that sports on the lea;


s: Her heart is a fount rinnin' owre wi' affection,


s: And a warld o' feeling is the love o' her e'e.


s: The prince may be proud o' his vast hoarded treasures,


s: The heir o' his grandeur and high pedigree;


s: They kenna the happiness dwalt in my bosom,


s: When alane wi' the angel o' luve and o' le.


s: I 've seen the day dawn in a shower-drappin' goud,


s: The grass spread wi' dew, like a wide siller sea;


s: The clouds shinin' bricht in a deep amber licht,


s: And the earth blushin' back to the glad lift on hie.


s: I 've dream'd o' a palace wi' gem-spangled ha's,


s: And proud wa's a' glitterin' in rich diamond sheen


s: Wi' towers shinin' fair, through the rose-tinted air,


s: And domes o' rare pearls and rubies atween.


s: I 've sat in a garden, 'mid earth's gayest flowers,


s: A' gaudily shawin' their beauteous dyes,


s: And breathin' in calm the air's fragrant balm,


s: Like angels asleep on the plains o' the skies;


s: Yet the garden, and palace, and day's rosy dawning,


s: Though in bless'd morning dreams they should aft come again,


s: Can ne'er be sae sweet as the bonnie young lassie,


s: That bloom'd by the Endrick, the pride of the glen.


s: The exile, in sleep, haunts the land o' his fathers,


s: The captive's ae dream is his hour to be free;


s: The weary heart langs for the morning rays comin',


s: The oppress'd, for his sabbath o' sweet liberty.


s: But my life's only hope, my heart's only prayer,


s: Is the day that I 'll ca' the young lassie my ain;


s: Though a' should forsake me, wi' her I 'll be happy,


s: On the banks o' the Endrick, the pride o' the glen.


s: An' lea'e me like a cauld, cauld corpse,


s: recollections of the days when amid its "howffs," and "laigh"


s: She was Naebody's bairn, she was Naebody's bairn,


s: She had mickle to thole, she had mickle to learn,


s: Afore a kind word or kind look she could earn,


s: For naebody cared about Naebody's bairn.


s: Though faither or mither ne'er own'd her ava,


s: Though rear'd by the fremmit for fee unco sma',


s: She grew in the shade like a young lady-fern,


s: For Nature was bounteous to Naebody's bairn.


s: Though toited by some, and though lightlied by mair,


s: She never compleened, though her young heart was sair,


s: And warm virgin tears that might melted cauld airn


s: Whiles glist in the blue e'e o' Naebody's bairn.


s: Though nane cheer'd her childhood, an' nane hail'd her birth,


s: Heaven sent her an angel to gladden the earth;


s: And when the earth doom'd her in laigh nook to dern,


s: Heaven couldna but tak again Naebody's bairn.


s: She cam smiling sweetly as young mornin' daw,


s: Like lown simmer gloamin' she faded awa,


s: And lo! how serenely that lone e'ening starn


s: Shines on the greensward that haps Naebody's bairn!


s: The bonnie, bonnie bairn sits pokin' in the ase,


s: Glowerin' in the fire wi' his wee round face;


s: Laughin' at the fuffin low--what sees he there?


s: Ha! the young dreamer 's biggin' castles in the air!


s: His wee chubby face, an' his towzy curly pow,


s: Are laughin' an noddin' to the dancin' lowe,


s: He 'll brown his rosy cheeks, and singe his sunny hair,


s: Glowerin' at the imps wi' their castles in the air.


s: He sees muckle castles towerin' to the moon,


s: He sees little sodgers puin' them a' doun;


s: Warlds whomlin' up an' doun, blazin' wi' a flare,


s: Losh! how he loups, as they glimmer in the air.


s: For a' sae sage he looks, what can the laddie ken?


s: He 's thinkin' upon naething, like mony mighty men,


s: A wee thing mak's us think, a sma' thing mak's us stare,--


s: There are mair folks than him biggin' castles in the air.


s: Sic a night in winter may weel mak' him cauld;


s: His chin upon his buffy hand will soon mak' him auld;


s: His brow is brent sae braid, oh, pray that Daddy Care


s: Wad let the wean alane wi' his castles in the air.


s: He 'll glower at the fire, an' he 'll keek at the light;


s: But mony sparkling stars are swallow'd up by night;


s: Aulder e'en than his are glamour'd by a glare,


s: Hearts are broken--heads are turn'd--wi' castles in the air.


s: Confide ye aye in Providence, for Providence is kind,


s: An' bear ye a' life's changes wi' a calm an' tranquil mind,


s: In lang, lang days o' simmer when the clear and cludless sky


s: Refuses ae wee drap o' rain to Nature parch'd and dry,


s: The genial night, wi balmy breath, gaurs verdure spring anew,


s: An' ilka blade o' grass keps its ain drap o' dew.


s: Some wee dark cluds o' sorrow come, we ken na whence or hoo,


s: But ilka blade o' grass keps its ain drap o' dew.


s: Come wi' the young bloom o' morn on thy broo,


s: Come wi' the lown star o' love in thine e'e,


s: Come wi' the red cherries ripe on thy mou',


s: A' glist wi' balm, like the dew on the lea.


s: Come wi' the gowd tassels fringin' thy hair,


s: Come wi' thy rose cheeks a' dimpled wi' glee,


s: Come wi' thy wee step, and wifie-like air,


s: Oh, quickly come, and shed blessings on me!


s: Come wi' our love pledge, our dear little dawtie,


s: Clasping my neck round, an' clamb'rin' my knee;


s: Come let me nestle and press the wee pettie,


s: Oh, but the house is a cauld hame without ye,


s: Lanely and eerie 's the life that I dree;


s: Oh, come awa', an' I 'll dance round about ye,


s: Ye 'll ne'er again win frae my arms till I dee.


s: Oh, dinna look ye pridefu' doon on a' aneath your ken,


s: For he wha seems the farthest but aft wins the farthest ben;


s: And whiles the doubie o' the school tak's lead o' a' the rest,


s: The birdie sure to sing is aye the gorbel o' the nest.


s: The cauld gray misty morn aft brings a sultry sunny day,


s: The trees wha's buds are latest are the langest to decay;


s: The heart sair tried wi' sorrow aye endures the sternest test--


s: The wee, wee stern that glints in heaven, may be a lowin' sun,


s: Though like a speck o' light, scarce seen amid the welkin dun;


s: The humblest sodger on the field may win the warrior's crest--


s: Then dinna be impatient wi' your bairnie when he 's slow,


s: And dinna scorn the humble, though the world deem them low;


s: The hindmost and the feeblest aft become the first and best--


s: Creep awa', my bairnie, creep afore ye gang;


s: Cock ye baith your lugs to your auld grannie's sang;


s: Gin ye gang as far ye will think the road lang,


s: Creep awa', my bairnie--creep afore ye gang.


s: Creep awa', my bairnie, ye 're ower young to learn


s: To tot up and down yet, my bonnie wee bairn;


s: Better creepin' cannie, as fa'in' wi' a bang,


s: Duntin' a' your wee brow--creep afore ye gang.


s: Ye 'll creep, an' ye 'll hotch, an' ye 'll nod to your mither,


s: Watchin' ilka stap o' your wee donsy brither;


s: Rest ye on the floor till your wee limbs grow strang,


s: An' ye 'll be a braw cheil' yet--creep afore ye gang.


s: The wee burdie fa's when it tries ower soon to flee;


s: Folks are sure to tumble when they climb ower hie;


s: They wha dinna walk right are sure to come to wrang--


s: Ye mauna be proud, although ye be great,


s: The puirest bodie is still your brither;


s: The king may come in the cadger's gate--


s: The hale o' us rise frae the same cauld clay,


s: Frae Heaven we get a' our gifts thegither;


s: Blithe 's the road when we wend wi' ither;


s: There 's nane may ever guess or trow my bonnie lassie's name,


s: There 's nane may ken the humble cot my lassie ca's her hame;


s: Yet though my lassie's nameless, an' her kin o' low degree,


s: She 's gentle as she 's bonnie, an' she 's modest as she 's fair,


s: While she is light an' merry as the lammie on the lea--


s: For happiness an' innocence thegither aye maun be!


s: But when wi' ither's sorrows touch'd, the tear starts to her e'e,


s: Within my soul her form 's enshrined, her heart is a' my ain,


s: An' richer prize or purer bliss nae mortal e'er can gain;


s: The darkest paths o' life I tread wi' steps o' bounding glee,


s: Cheer'd onward by the love that lichts my nameless lassie's e'e.


s: Murmurs and sobs like a child in a dream;


s: Falling where silver light gleams on its breast,


s: Gliding through nooks where the dark shadows rest,


s: Flooding with music its own tiny valley,


s: Dances in gladness the stream o' Bonaly.


s: Proudly Bonaly's gray-brow'd castle towers,


s: Bounded by mountains, and bedded in flowers;


s: Here hangs the blue bell, and there waves the broom;


s: Nurtured by art, rarest garden sweets bloom;


s: Heather and thyme scent the breezes that dally,


s: Playing amang the green knolls o' Bonaly.


s: Pentland's high hills raise their heather-crown'd crest,


s: Peerless Edina expands her white breast,


s: Beauty and grandeur are blent in the scene,


s: Nature and Art, like fair twins, wander gaily;


s: Friendship and love dwell in bonnie Bonaly.


s: Oh, saft is the blink o' thine e'e, lassie,


s: An' a bonnie wee sun glimmers in its blue orb,


s: The ringlets that twine round thy brow, lassie,


s: Like the wee curly cluds that play round the sun,


s: When he 's just going to drap in the sea.


s: And fondly I 'll pree that wee hinny mou',


s: E'en though thou shouldst frown upon me.


s: An' saft is the touch o' that wee genty hand,


s: Thy thoughts are sae haly and pure, lassie,


s: My bosom is flooded wi' sunshine an' joy,


s: Be eident, be eident, fleet time rushes on,


s: Be eident, be eident, bricht day will be gone;


s: The mair that ye work, aye the mair will ye win.


s: The earth gathers fragrance while nursing the flower,


s: The wave waxes stronger while feeding the shower,


s: The stream gains in speed as it sweeps o'er the linn:


s: There 's nought got by idling, there 's nought got for nought,


s: Health, wealth, and contentment, by labour are bought;


s: In raising yoursel', ye may help up your kin:


s: Let every man aim in his heart to excel,


s: Let every man ettle to fend for himsel';


s: Aye nourish ye stern independence within:


s: The widow is feckless, the widow 's alane,


s: Yet nae ane e'er hears the puir widow complain;


s: For, ah! there 's a Friend that the world wots na o',


s: Wha brightens her ken, and wha lightens her wo.


s: She looks a' around her, and what sees she there


s: But quarrels and cavils, but sorrow and care?


s: She looks in within, and she feels in her breast


s: A dawning o' glory, a foretaste o' rest.


s: The hope o' hereafter her lane bosom cheers,


s: She langs sair to meet him wha left her in tears;


s: And life's flickerin' licht, as it wanes fast awa',


s: But fades to gie place to a far brichter daw.


s: The God o' high heaven is her comfort and guide,


s: When earthly friends leave her, He stands by her side;


s: He soothes a' her sorrows, an' hushes her fears,


s: An' fountains o' joy rise frae well-springs o' tears.


s: Then, oh! shew the widow the smile on your face,


s: She 's aft puir in gear, but she 's aft rich in grace;


s: Be kind to the widow, her Friend is on high,


s: You 'll meet wi' the widow again in the sky.


s: Those fair, frank daughters of the Gael?


s: Changed are they all, and changed the wife,


s: Great rock, by which the Grant hath sworn,


s: Stand fast on thine own Scottish ground,


s: Yet strong as thou the Grant shall rise,


s: In these grim wastes new homes we 'll rear,


s: New scenes shall wear old names so dear;


s: Wrench the strong claymore from the Gael.


s: The King is on the throne wi' his sceptre an' his croon,


s: The elements o' cauld are the courtiers staunin' roun';


s: He lifts his icy haun', an' he speaks wi' awe profound,


s: He chills the balmy air, and he binds the yielding ground;


s: He calms the raging winds when they moan and loudly rave,


s: He stops the rinnin' stream, and he stills the dancin' wave;


s: He calls the curlers on to the field of hope and fame,


s: An' the spreading lake resounds wi' the noble Scottish game!


s: The hedges an' the trees are a' hung wi' pearls braw,


s: An' the rinks are glancing clear 'mang the heaps o' shinin' snaw;


s: The sheep are lyin' close in the safely guarded fauld;


s: The farmer leaves the plough, an' the weaver leaves the loom,


s: Auld age gangs totterin' by wi' the youth in manhood's bloom;


s: The miseries o' life are a' banish'd far frae hame,


s: When the curlers meet to play at the brave old Scottish game!


s: It makes the auld folk young, an' the crimson tide to flow,


s: It gars the pale face shine wi' a fresh and ruddy glow;


s: The rich forget their state and the charms o' wealth and power,


s: When the bosom swells wi' joy in the bright triumphant hour.


s: The wise may laugh an' sneer, and the unco guid may gloom


s: At the happy, happy man, wi' his curlin' stanes and broom;


s: The melody to charm is the sport we love to name,


s: Ah! there 's music in the stanes, at the rare old Scottish game!


s: The warm and glowin' clime will subdue the manly form;


s: The curler's happy hame is the land o' mist an' storm,


s: Where the dreary winter reigns wi' a wide extended sway,


s: An' the heathy moors are clad in a robe o' white array,


s: Till the gentle breath o' spring blaws the icy fields awa',


s: To woo the springin' flowers, and to melt the frozen snaw.


s: When the curlin' days are o'er, a' the joys o' life are tame--


s: There 's naething warms the heart like the noble Scottish game!


s: Massinger; or the Aëronaut, a Romance." The second of these


s: Bring me showers, and clouds, and winds,


s: That daunders through the flowrie heath,


s: Ye 'd through the whins an' ower the brae,


s: contributor to that publication, he was introduced to the Ettrick


s: While head, an' heart, an' arm are strang,


s: Gie hunter chaps their break-neck hours,


s: Their slaughtering guns amang the muirs;


s: Wha's hand is sure, wha's heart is leal,


s: Wi' brave hearts, beating true and warm,


s: Aye keep their ice baith clear and clean--


s: May health an' strength their toils reward,


s: And should misfortune's gales blow hard,


s: Here 's three times three for curlin' scenes,


s: Here 's three times three for curlin' freen's,


s: Here 's three times three for beef an' greens--


s: The auld meal mill--oh, the auld meal mill,


s: Like a dream o' my schule-days, it haunts me still;


s: Like the sun's simmer blink on the face o' a hill,


s: Stands the love o' my boyhood, the auld meal mill.


s: The stream frae the mountain, rock-ribbit and brown,


s: Like a peal o' loud laughter, comes rattlin' down;


s: Tak' my word for 't, my friend, 'tis na puny rill


s: That ca's the big wheel o' the auld meal mill.


s: When flashin' and dashin' the paddles flee round,


s: The miller's blythe whistle aye blends wi' the sound;


s: The spray, like the bricht draps whilk rainbows distil,


s: Fa' in showers o' red gowd round the auld meal mill.


s: The wild Hielan' heather grows thick on its thack,


s: The ivy and apple-tree creep up its back;


s: The lightning-wing'd swallow, wi' Nature's ain skill,


s: Builds its nest 'neath the eaves o' the auld meal mill.


s: Keep your e'e on the watch-dog, for Cæsar kens weel


s: When the wild gipsy laddies are tryin' to steal;


s: But he lies like a lamb, and licks wi' good will


s: The hard, horny hand that brings grist to the mill.


s: There are mony queer jokes 'bout the auld meal mill--


s: They are noo sober folks 'bout the auld meal mill--


s: But ance it was said that a het Hielan' still


s: Was aften at wark near the auld meal mill.


s: When the plough 's at its rest, the sheep i' the fauld,


s: Sic' gatherin's are there, baith o' young folk and auld;


s: The herd blaws his horn, richt bauldly and shrill,


s: A' to bring doon his clan to the auld meal mill.


s: Then sic jumpin' o'er barrows, o'er hedges and harrows,


s: The men o' the mill can scarce fin' their marrows;


s: Their lang-barrell'd guns wad an armory fill--


s: There 's some capital shots near the auld meal mill.


s: At blithe penny-weddin' or christ'nin' a wee ane,


s: Sic' ribbons, sic' ringlets, sic feather's are fleein';


s: Sic' laughin', sic' daffin', sic dancin', until


s: The laft near comes doon o' the auld meal mill.


s: I hae listen'd to music--ilk varying tone,


s: Frae the harp's deein' fa' to the bagpipe's drone;


s: But nane stirs my heart wi' sae happy a thrill


s: As the sound o' the wheel o' the auld meal mill.


s: Success to the mill and the merry mill-wheel!


s: Lang, lang may it grind aye the wee bairnies' meal!


s: Bless the miller--wha often, wi' heart and good-will,


s: Fills the widow's toom pock at the auld meal mill.


s: The auld meal mill--oh, the auld meal mill,


s: Like a dream o' my schule days it haunts me still;


s: Like the sun's summer blink on the face o' a hill,


s: Stands the love o' my boyhood, the auld meal mill.


s: Hurrah for the thistle! the brave Scottish thistle,


s: The evergreen thistle of Scotland for me!


s: A fig for the flowers, in your lady-built bowers--


s: The strong-bearded, weel-guarded thistle for me!


s: 'Tis the flower the proud eagle greets in its flight,


s: When he shadows the stars with the wings of his might;


s: 'Tis the flower that laughs at the storm as it blows,


s: For the stronger the tempest, the greener it grows!


s: Round the love-lighted hames o' our ain native land--


s: On the bonneted brow, on the hilt of the brand--


s: On the face o' the shield, 'mid the shouts o' the free,


s: May the thistle be seen where the thistle should be!


s: Hale hearts we hae yet to bleed in its cause;


s: Bold harps we hae yet to sound its applause;


s: How, then, can it fade, when sic chiels an' sic cheer,


s: And sae mony braw sprouts o' the thistle are here?


s: Then hurrah for the thistle! the brave Scottish thistle,


s: A fig for the flowers in your lady-built bowers--


s: The strong-bearded, well-guarded thistle for me!


s: The Scotch blue-bell, the Scotch blue-bell,


s: I lo'e thee weel, thou Scotch blue-bell,


s: Blithe springing frae our bare, rough rocks,


s: Where, fleet as wind, in thirsty flocks,


s: Sweet flower! thou deck'st the sacred nook


s: 'Mang my love's locks ye 're aften seen,


s: There 's Bessie, wi' her spinnin' wheel;


s: There 's Jeanie Deans, wha sings sae weel;


s: There 's love an' joy to warm the cauld,


s: There 's sangs o' weir to fire the bauld;


s: The tales they tell, the sangs they sing,


s: When days come dark whilk promised fair,


s: Oh, there 's naebody hears Widow Miller complain,


s: Oh, there 's naebody hears Widow Miller complain;


s: Though the heart o' this warld 's as hard as a stane,


s: Yet there 's naebody hears Widow Miller complain.


s: Her step ance the lichtest on hairst-rig or reel;


s: Though sighs tak' the place o' the heart-cheerin' strain,


s: Yet there 's naebody hears Widow Miller complain!


s: Though humble her biggin', and scanty her store,


s: The beggar ne'er yet went unserved frae her door;


s: Though she aft lifts the lid o' her girnel in vain,


s: Though thin, thin her locks, noo like hill-drifted snaw,


s: Ance sae glossy and black, like the wing o' the craw;


s: Though grief frae her mild cheek the red rose has ta'en,


s: The sang o' the lark finds the Widow asteer,


s: The birr o' her wheel starts the nicht's dreamy ear;


s: The tears o'er the tow-tap will whiles fa' like rain,


s: Ye may hear in her speech, ye may see in her claes,


s: That auld Widow Miller has seen better days,


s: Ere her auld Robin dee'd, sae fond an' sae fain'--


s: Oh, sad was the hour when the brave Forty-twa,


s: Wi' their wild-sounding pipes, march'd her callant awa';


s: Though she schules, feeds, an' cleeds his wee orphan wean,


s: Ye wild wintry winds, ye blaw surly and sair,


s: On the heart that is sad, on the wa's that are bare;


s: When care counts the links o' life's heavy chain,


s: The poor heart is hopeless that winna complain.


s: The Sabbath-day comes, and the Widow is seen,


s: I' the aisle o' the auld kirk, baith tidy and clean;


s: Though she aft sits for hours on the mossy grave-stane,


s: Yet there 's naebody hears Widow Miller complain!


s: An' then when she turns frae the grave's lanely sod,


s: To breathe out her soul in the ear of her God,


s: What she utters to Him is no kent to ane,


s: But there 's naebody hears Widow Miller complain!


s: Ye wealthy an' wise in this fair world o' ours,


s: When your fields wave wi' gowd, your gardens wi' flowers;


s: When ye bind up the sheaves, leave out a few grains,


s: To the heart-broken Widow wha never complains.


s: Oh! dear to my heart are my heather-clad mountains,


s: An' the echoes that burst from their caverns below,


s: The wild woods that darken the face of their fountains--


s: The haunts of the wild deer an' fleet-footed roe;


s: But dearer to me is the bower o' green bushes


s: That flowers the green bank where the Tay gladly gushes,


s: For there, all in tears, an' deep crimson'd wi' blushes,


s: I won the young heart o' the Flower o' Glencoe.


s: Contented I lived in my canty auld biggin',


s: 'Till Britain grew wud wi' the threats o' a foe;


s: Then I drew my claymore frae the heather-clad riggin',


s: My forefathers wielded some cent'ries ago.


s: An' though Mary kent weel that my heart was nae ranger,


s: Yet the thoughts o' my wa'-gaun, the dread an' the danger


s: O' famine and death in the land o' the stranger,


s: Drave the bloom frae the cheek o' the Flower o' Glencoe.


s: But success crown'd our toils--ye hae a' heard the story,


s: How we beat the proud French, an' their eagles laid low--


s: I've walth o' war's wounds, an' a share o' its glory,


s: An' the love o' auld Scotland wherever I go.


s: Come, now fill the wine cup! let love tell the measure;


s: Toast the maid of your heart, an' I'll pledge you with pleasure;


s: Then a bumper I claim to my heart's dearest treasure--


s: The fair-bosom'd, warm-hearted Flower o' Glencoe.


s: _Edinburgh Literary Journal_ she afterwards contributed numerous


s: avocations in which she has latterly been involved, Mrs Simpson


s: ambitious description than any she has yet offered to the public.


s: Oh! the winning charm of gentleness, so beautiful to me,


s: 'Tis this has bound my soul so long, so tenderly, to thee;


s: In every look and tone of thine, still shining sweetly through!


s: What though the crowd with wonder bow, before great genius' fire,


s: 'Tis gentleness alone that gains the tribute of our love,


s: And falls upon the ear, like dew on flowers, from heaven above!


s: Ah! many a day has pass'd since then, yet I remember well,


s: Once from my lips an angry thought, in hasty accents fell;


s: A word of wrath I utter'd, in a light and wayward mood--


s: Of wrath to thee, my earliest friend, the noble and the good!


s: And then a sweet, forgiving smile came o'er thy pensive face,


s: And thy hand was softly tender'd me, with melancholy grace.


s: An instant mute and motionless, before thee did I stand,


s: And gazed upon thy placid mien, thy smile, thy proffer'd hand--


s: Ah! ne'er could angel, sent to walk this earth of sinful men,


s: Look lovelier in his robes of light, than thou to me wert then!


s: The sting of guilt, like lightning, struck to my awaken'd mind;


s: 'Tis ever thus! when anger wins but anger in return,


s: A trifle grows a thing of weight, and fast the fire will burn;


s: But when reproachful words are still in mild forgiveness past,


s: The proudest soul will own his fault, and melt in tears at last!


s: O Gentleness! thy gentleness, so beautiful to me!


s: It will ever bind my heart in love and tenderness to thee;


s: Then break at length life's feeble hain--


s: Hurrah for the Highlands! the stern Scottish Highlands,


s: The home of the clansmen, the brave and the free;


s: Where the clouds love to rest, on the mountain's rough breast


s: Ere they journey afar o'er the islandless sea.


s: 'Tis there where the cataract sings to the breeze,


s: As it dashes in foam like a spirit of light;


s: And 'tis there the bold fisherman bounds o'er the seas,


s: In his fleet tiny bark, through the perilous night.


s: 'Tis the land of deep shadow, of sunshine, and shower,


s: Where the hurricane revels in madness on high;


s: For there it has might that can war with its power,


s: In the wild dizzy cliffs that are cleaving the sky.


s: I have trod merry England, and dwelt on its charms;


s: I have wander'd through Erin, that gem of the sea;


s: But the Highlands alone the true Scottish heart warms--


s: Her heather is blooming, her eagles are free!


s: Old Scotland, I love thee! thou 'rt dearer to me


s: Than all lands that are girt by the wide-rolling sea;


s: Though asleep not in sunshine, like islands afar,


s: Yet thou 'rt gallant in love, and triumphant in war!


s: Thy cloud-cover'd hills that look up from the seas,


s: Wave sternly their wild woods aloft in the breeze;


s: Where flies the bold eagle in freedom on high,


s: Through regions of cloud in its wild native sky!


s: For, old Scotland, I love thee! thou 'rt dearer to me


s: O name not the land where the olive-tree grows,


s: Nor the land of the shamrock, nor land of the rose;


s: But shew me the thistle that waves its proud head,


s: O'er heroes whose blood for their country was shed.


s: Then tell me of bards and of warriors bold,


s: Who wielded their brands in the battles of old,


s: Who conquer'd and died for their loved native land,


s: With its maidens so fair, and its mountains so grand!


s: Streams are pouring from their fountains,


s: Home of my fathers, though far from thy grandeur,


s: In joy or in sorrow, my heart turns to thee;


s: In visions of night o'er thy loved scenes I wander,


s: And dwell with those friends that are dearest to me!


s: I see thy blue hills, where the thunders are leaping,


s: Where springs the loud cascade to caverns below;


s: The clouds round their summits their dark watch are keeping,


s: Thy ravines are streak'd with the purest of snow.


s: Home of my fathers, in joy or in sorrow--


s: Home of my fathers, my heart turns to thee!


s: Warm are thy hearts, though thy breezes be chilly;


s: Cradled on high lie thy lakes pure and stilly,


s: Surrounded by mountains gigantic and gray!


s: Thy stern thistle still shoots aloft in its glory,


s: And sheds its bright dew tears o'er old heroes' graves,


s: Thy rudely rear'd cairns echo many a story,


s: Of those who fell bravely, who scorn'd to be slaves!


s: Land of the pibroch, the plaid, and the heather,


s: The lake and the mountain, the streamlet and glen,


s: The green thoughts of youth do not easily wither,


s: But dwell on thy charms, and thy bravest of men!


s: Both genius and love have in raptures hung o'er thee,


s: And wafted thy name in sweet sounds o'er the sea--


s: Till nations afar have bent low to adore thee,


s: Home of my fathers! my heart turns to thee!


s: Home of my fathers, in joy or in sorrow--


s: Home of my fathers, my heart turns to thee!