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Perfume, congenial to the clime, The sweetest in the sweetest time! The merry bells, in jocund chime, Rang through the air, And minstrels play'd in strains sublime, To charm the fair!

And fairer than our Nithsdale fair, Or handsomer, there's nane elsewhere! Pure as the streams that murmur there, In them ye'll find

That virtue and the graces rare

Are a' enshrin'd !

Lang may the bonnie bairns recline On plenty's bosom, saft and kind! And, O! may I, ere life shall dwine To its last scene,

Return, and a' my sorrows tine,
At hame again!


"By Logan's streams that rin sae deep,
Fu' aft wi' glee I've herded sheep;
Herded sheep, or gathered slaes,
Wi' my dear lad, on Logan braes.
But wae's my heart! thae days are gane,
And I, wi' grief, may herd alane;
While my dear lad maun face his faes,
Far, far frae me and Logan braes.

"Nae mair at Logan kirk will he
Atween the preachings meet wi' me;
Meet wi' me, or when it's mirk,
Convoy me hame frae Logan kirk.
I weel may sing thae days are gane-
Frae kirk an' fair I come alane,
While my dear lad maun face his faes,
Far, far frae me and Logan braes!

"At e'en, when hope amaist is gane,
I dauner out, or sit alane,
Sit alane beneath the tree
Where aft he kept his tryst wi' me.
O! cou'd I see thae days again,
My lover skaithless, an' my ain!
Belov'd by frien's, rever'd by faes,
We'd live in bliss on Logan braes."

While for her love she thus did sigh,1
She saw a sodger passing by,
Passing by wi' scarlet claes,
While sair she grat on Logan braes.
Says he, "
'What gars thee greet sae


What fills thy heart sae fu' o' care?
Thae sporting lambs hae blithesome

An' playfu' skip on Logan braes."
"What can I do but weep and mourn?
I fear my lad will ne'er return,
Ne'er return to ease my waes,
Will ne'er come hame to Logan braes."
Wi' that he clasp'd her in his arms,
And said, "I'm free from war's alarms,
I now ha'e conquer'd a' my faes,
We'll happy live on Logan braes."
Then straight to Logan kirk they went,
And join'd their hands wi' one consent,
Wi' one consent to end their days,
An' live in bliss on Logan braes.
An' now she sings, "thae days are


When I wi' grief did herd alane,
While my dear lad did fight his faes,
Far, far frae me and Logan braes."

I These three stanzas are by an anonymous author, and were added after Mayne's death.




MRS GRANT of Carron, the author of Roy's Wife," one of the sprightliest songs in the language, was born near Aberlour, at the mouth of the Spey, about 1745. She was latterly married to Dr Murray of Bath, and died about 1814.

She has often been confounded with Mrs Grant of Laggan, a lady more celebrated for her prose than her poetry, but who also has written one good song, commonly known as the "Blue Bells of Scotland," although it has no reference to those flowers.

"Roy's Wife" is one of the most living favourites, and has the distinction of being rendered into Latin by Dr Lindsay Alexander of Edinburgh.


Roy's wife of Alldivalloch, Roy's wife of Alldivalloch, Wat ye how she cheated me,

As I cam' o'er the Braes o' Balloch.

She vow'd, she swore, she wad be mine,
She said she lo'ed me best o' ony;
But oh! the fickle, faithless quean, ⚫
She's ta'en the carle and left her Johnnie.
O, she was a canty quean,

We'el could she dance the Highland walloch;

How happy I had she been mine,

Or I been Roy of Ardivalloch! Her face sae fair, her e'en sae clear,

Her wee bit mou' sae sweet and bonny; To me she ever will be dear,

Though she's for ever left her Johnnie.



Our gudeman cam' hame at e'en,
And hame cam' he;
And there he saw a saddle-horse
Where nae horse should be.

Oh, how cam' this horse here? How can this be?

How cam' this horse here

Without the leave o' me?

A horse! quo' she: Ay, a horse, quo' he. Ye auld dotard carl,

And blinder mat ye be, It's but a bonny milk-cow My minnie sent to me.

A milk-cow, quo' he: Ay, a milk-cow, quo' she. Far hae I ridden,

And muckle hae I seen, But a saddle on a cow's back Saw I never nane.

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started The Gentlemen and Ladies' Magazine, which he soon abandoned for The Weekly Review.

He now left the Abbey, and began to write for the booksellers. He edited The Weekly Mirror; wrote A System of Geography; A History of Edinburgh; A Geographical, Historical, and Com

of Dr Aitken's Theory of Inflammation; Remarks on Pinkerton's History of Scotland; A Poetical Translation of Virgil's Eclogues; A General Index to the Scots Magazine; and A System of Chemistry. He also assisted in the preparation of Bell's Anatomy; contributed to the medical and other periodicals; and was principal editor of the second and third editions of the Encyclopædia Britannica, for which he also acted as reader.

this eccentric genius almost as much as his contemporaries, for his name does not appear in the chief records of literary history, where many to whom literature is less indebted have a place. The following additional particulars regarding him are contracted from Cromek's Select Scotish Songs:James Tytler was the son of a clergy-mercial Grammar, in 2 vols. ; A Review man in the Presbytery of Brechin. He was instructed by his father in Greek and Latin, and divinity. Having finished his education, he was apprenticed to a surgeon in Forfar, and he afterwards attended the medical classes in Edinburgh University, where he studied chemistry and controversial theology with equal assiduity. Having argued away his Calvinistic orthodoxy, he joined the Glassites, married into the sect, and set up in Leith as an apothecary, where, not being patronised by his co-religionists, as he seemed to think he should have been, he separated from his wife and his sect at the same time. Having got into debt, he removed to Berwick, and afterwards to Newcastle. In 1772, he returned to Edinburgh in great poverty; and, on account of his previous indebtedness, had to seek the shelter of the Holyrood Sanctuary, where he solaced himself by writing "The Pleasures of the Abbey," his first poem. In this retreat he also composed Essays on Natural and Revealed Religion, setting them in type instead of committing them to writing, and printing them on a press of his own construction. Before finishing his essays, he attacked the sect called the Bereans, in a Letter to Mr John Barclay on the Doctrine of Assurance." He next

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Besides these herculean literary labours, he was constantly experimenting in chemistry, electricity, and mechanics. He invented a process for manufacturing magnesia, and was the first in Scotland who ventured up in a balloon. He was also a musician, and solaced himself with playing upon the Irish bagpipe, accompanying the music with songs of his own composition.

He at last took to politics, and wrote A Handbill addressed to the People, for which he incurred the displeasure of the Government, who issued a warrant for his apprehension. He therefore left the country, and went to America. Having taken up his residence in Salem, Massachusetts, he established a newspaper in conjunction with a printer, and continued in connection with it till his death in 1805.

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