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Her sail was the web of the gossamer's “Macgregor! Macgregor !" he bitterly loom,

cried ; The glow-worm her wakelight, the rain- "Macgregor ! Macgregor !" the echoes bow her boom;

replied. A dim rayless beam was her prow and her He struck at the lady, but, strange though mast,

it seem, Like wold-fire, at midnight, that glares on His sword only fell on the rocks and the the waste.

stream; Though rough was the river with rock and But the groans from the boat that cascade,

ascended amain, No torrent, no rock, her velocity staid ; Were groans from a bosom in horror and She wimpled the water to weather and

pain. lee,

They reached the dark lake, and bore And heaved as if borne on the waves of lightly away ; the sea.

Macgregor is vanished for ever and aye ! Mute Nature was roused in the bounds of

the glen ; The wild deer of Gartney abandoned his

den, Fled panting away, over river and isle, TO THE COMET OF 1811. Nor once turned his eye to the brook of Glen-Gyle.

How lovely is this wildered scene, The fox fled in terror, the eagle awoke, Steals soft o'er Yarrow's mountains green,

As twilight from her vaults so blue As slumbering he dozed in the shelve of

To sleep embalmed in midnight dew ! the rock; Astonished, to hide in the moonbeam

All hail, ye hills, whose towering height, he flew,

Like shadows, scoops the yielding sky! And screwed the night heaven till lost in

And thou, mysterious guest of night, the blue.

Dread traveller of immensity! Young Malcolm 'beheld the pale lady approach,

Stranger of heaven! I bid thee hail ! The chieftain salute her, and shrink from

Shred from the pall of glory riven, her touch ;

That flashest in celestial gale, He saw the Macgregor kneel down on the

Broad pennon of the King of Heaven ! plain,

Art thou the flag of woe and death, As begging for something he could not obtain ;

From angel's ensign-staff unfurled ? She raised him indignant, derided his Art thou the standard of his wrath]

Waved o'er a sordid sinful world? stay, Then bore him on board, set her sail, and

No, from that pure pellucid beam, away.

That erst o'er plains of Bethlehem Though fast the red bark down the

shone, river did glide,

No latent evil we can deem, Yet faster ran Malcolm adown by its side; Bright herald of the eternal throne !

Whate'er portends thy front of fire,

When the kye come hame, Thy streaming locks so lovely pale

When the kye come hame, Or peace to man, or judgments dire,

'Tween the gloamin' and the mirk, Stranger of heaven, I bid thee hail !

When the kye come hame. Where hast thou roamed these thousand | 'Tis not beneath the burgonet,

Nor yet beneath the crown, years?

'Tis not on couch of velvet, Why sought these polar paths again, From wilderness of glowing spheres,

Nor yet on bed of down ;

'Tis beneath the spreading birch, To fling thy vesture o'er the wain?

In the dell without a name, And when thou scal'st the Milky Way, Wi' a bonnie, bonnie lassie, And vanishest from human view,

When the kye come hame. A thousand worlds shall hail thy ray

There the blackbird bigs his nest Through wilds of yon empyreal blue !

For the mate he loves to see, O! on thy rapid prow to glide !

And up upon the tapmost bough, To sail the boundless skies with thee,

Oh, a happy bird is he! And plough the twinkling stars aside,

Then he pours his melting ditty,

And love 'tis a' the theme, Like foam-bells on a tranquil sea !

And he'll woo his bonnie lassie To brush the embers from the sun,

When the kye come hame. The icicles from off the pole ;

When the bluart bears a pearl, Then far to other systems run,

And the daisy turns a pea, Where other moons and planets roll! And the bonnie lucken gowan

Has fauldit up his e'e, Stranger of heaven! O let thine eye

Then the laverock frae the blue lift Smile on a rapt enthusiast's dream ;

Draps down, and thinks nae shame Eccentric as thy course on high,

To woo his bonnie lassie And airy as thine ambient beam!

When the kye come hame. And long, long may thy silver ray Then the eye shines sae bright, Our northern arch at eve adorn ;

The haill soul to beguile, Then, wheeling to the east away,

There's love in every whisper,
Light the gray portals of the morn!

And joy in every smile ;
Oh, who would choose a crown,

Wi' its perils and its fame,

And miss a bonnie lassie WHEN THE KYE COME HAME.

When the kye come hame? Come all ye jolly shepherds

See yonder pawky shepherd That whistle through the glen,

That lingers on the hill I'll tell ye of a secret

His yowes are in the fauld, That courtiers dinna ken :

And his lambs are lying still ; What is the greatest bliss

Yet he downa gang to rest, That the tongue o' man can name? For his heart is in a flame 'Tis to woo a bonnie lassie

To meet his bonnie lassie When the kye come hame.

When the kye come hame. (11)

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CAROLINE OLIPHANT, Baroness | listless exotics, but the vigorous proNairne, the greatest of Scotland's ducts of the soil. The more practical female song-writers, was born on the parts of education were not neglected ; 16th August 1766, at the old mansion and on arriving at maturity, Caroline house of Gask, in Perthshire. Her Oliphant was a very accomplished father, Laurence Oliphant, the laird of young woman, her national enthusiasm Gask, a cadet of the ancient and dis-fired with the recollection of all that tinguished family of Oliphant, was an was romantic in the history of her ardent adherent of the Stuart cause, native land, and her tastes trained to having taken an active part in the re-appreciate its ideas and manners; yet in bellion of 1745, on account of which the after-life she found enjoyment in a wider family estates were forfeited. Her range of sympathies, without lessening mother was a daughter of Duncan her interest in the country of her birth. Robertson of Strowan, chief of the In 1792, her father died; and while clan Robertson, or Donnachie, also an still residing at Gask with her brother adherent of the Jacobite cause. It is Laurence, she became interested in the no wonder, then, to find the future rich collections of national songs which poetess named

after the “ Young the genius of Burns was reviving and Chevalier." Both families suffered creating, and she felt stimulated to help severely for their political convictions, the work of purifying the sentiments to and had therefore to practise a whole- which some of our finest old airs were some economy in their domestic habits ; sung. Her first attempt was “The yet time, rather than the hardships to Pleughman,” which was soon followed which it subjected them, alone tem- by “ John Tod,” “ The Laird of Cockpered the ardour of their misplaced pen," and others. loyalty, and a lock of the prince's hair On the 2d of June 1806, she was is still held as a precious heirloom by married to her cousin, Major William the Oliphants of Gask.

Nairne, assistant Inspector-General of Mrs Oliphant died in 1774, and barracks in Scotland ; and after residing Caroline, with her brothers and sister, some time at Portobello, they took up was placed in charge of a governess. their residence at Duddingston, where Dancing and music were the favourite her uncle, the chief of the Robertsons, amusements of the family, and the presented her with a villa which was famous Neil Gow often brought the soul named after her. Here she formed an of the one to sustain the life of the other. accomplished, but-so far as literature It need hardly be added that neither were is concerned--a disguised member of the

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She's stown the " Bangor" frae the clerk,

An' snool'd him wi' the shame o't ; The minister's fa'n through the text,

An' Meg gets a' the blame o't.

The lamb from the breckan, the doe

from the glen; The salt sea we'll harry, and bring to our

Charlie, The cream from the bothy, and curd from the pen.

Come o'er the stream, Charlie, etc.

The ploughman ploughs without the

sock; The gadman whistles sparely ; The shepherd pines amang his flock,

An' turns his e'en to Marley ; The tailor lad's fa'n ower the bed ;

The cobbler ca's a parley ;
The weaver's neb's out through the web,

An'a' for Meg o' Marley.
What's to be done, for our gudeman

Is flyting late an' early?
He rises but to curse an' ban,

An' sits down but to ferly.
But ne'er had love a brighter lowe

Than light his torches sparely,
At the bright e'en an' blythesome brow

O' bonny Meg a' Marley.

And you shall drink freely the dews of

Glen-Sheerly, That stream in the star-light when kings

do not ken, And deep be your meed of the wine that

is red, To drink to your sire, and his friend the Maclean.

Come o'er the stream, Charlie, etc.

O'er heath-bells shall trace you, the maids

to embrace you, And deck your blue bonnet with flowers

of the brae ; And the loveliest Mary in all Glen

M'Quarry Shall lie in your bosom till break of the day.

Come o'er the stream Charlie, etc.

MACLEAN'S WELCOME.

Come o'er the stream, Charlie, dear

Charlie, brave Charlie, Come o'er the stream, Charlie, and dine

with Maclean ; And though you be weary, we'll make

your heart cheery, And welcome our Charlie and his loyal

train. We'll bring down the track deer, we'll

bring down the black steer,

If aught will invite you, or more will de

light you, 'Tis ready ; a troop of our bold High

landmen Shall range o'er the heather with bonnet

and feather, Strong arms and broad claymores three hundred and ten.

Come o'er the stream, Charlie, etc.

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Scott, like Burns, is in everybody's ever, a great reader; and some volumes possession, and it is as unnecessary as it of Shakspeare's plays having come in is impossible, in a publication such as his way, he read them with great this, fully to exhibit the varied charac- avidity. He became intimate with the teristics of his poems. We shall therefore blind poet, Dr Blacklock, who interested confine ourselves to those in which their himself in his youthful studies, besides specially Scotch aspects are most con- giving him access to his library, where spicuous, and supply a chronological he read Ossian and Spenser with much summary of his life and chief literary delight, especially the latter. His labours. His paternal lineage is trac- health becoming again doubtful, he able to the Scotts of Buccleuch, was sent to his aunt's at Kelso, where through the Harden branch of the he attended the Grammar School, and family. His father, Walter Scott, made the acquaintance, through a writer to the Signet, Edinburgh, was circulating library, of “ Percy's Anecthe eldest son of Robert Scott of Sandy- dotes," and the writings of Tasso, knowe. His mother, Anne Rutherford, Richardson, Fielding, Smollett, and was the eldest daughter of Dr John Mackenzie. Here, too, began his Rutherford, Professor of Medicine in acquaintance with the Ballantynes, who Edinburgh University.

were his school-fellows. He returned Walter Scott was born in Edinburgh, to Edinburgh in November 1783, and at the head of the College Wynd, on entered College. In 1786, he was the 15th August 1771. When eighteen apprenticed to his father for five years, months old he lost the power of his during which time he studied French, right leg, and on this account was sent Italian, and Spanish, in order to read to his grandfather's, at Sandyknowe. the poets and romancists of those lanAt four years of age, he was taken by guages. In 1787, his meeting Burns at his aunt to Bath, where he remained the house of Professor Ferguson, and a year. He was then sent to Preston- his first journey into the Highlands, pans to try the effects of sea-bathing on strongly impressed his imagination. his lameness. Here, at this early age, In 1790, he decided on preparing for he loved to attend to the curious stories the bar, and attended the law classes of his father's friend, George Constable. in the University; he also attended the Having come home to Edinburgh, he lectures of Professor Dugald Stewart, was, in 1778, sent to the High School, in whose class-room he read some where "he was behind his class-fellows essays, which won him the esteem of in years and progress.” He was, how- that great man.

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