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Hogg's poems under the title of the the reader's notice. The story of KilMountain Bard; and also a treatise on meny is invariably selected as the sheep. By these publications he ob- masterpiece of the work ; but, while tained the (to him) large sum of £300, fully alive to its charm as a production and he rushed into farming on a scale of the imagination, and its musical ten times beyond his means, having sweetness of language, and allowing leased two farms in Dumfriesshire, at for a certain dimness of outline as rents far beyond their value. The conse- appropriate to the morbid sentiment quence was, that in less than three years of which it is the embodiment, we he was again penniless, and in debt. cannot overlook the confusion and want

In these circumstances he tried to ob- of perspective that pervade it, nor can tain a captaincy in the militia, and a we grant that indistinctness situation in the excise, but failed in line enhances the beauty of even both, and again fell back upon his purely ideal a clime of the imagination pen. He published a collection of as that in which the scene of Kilmeny is songs, containing a large proportion of laid. It also contains some descriptive his own early pieces, under the title of incongruities, and the affectation of the the Forest Minstrel, and dedicated it to ancient spelling is an absurdity that the Countess of Dalkeith. The hand almost gives it a serio-comic air. The some gift of one hundred guineas from “Fate of Macgregor,” similarly founded his patroness was the only profit that on superstitious sentiment, though infeit brought him. His next venture was rior in imaginative breadth, has not, a weekly newspaper, The Spy, which in our estimation, the blemishes which lived about twelve months, leaving him mar “Kilmeny.” It is in every way in a state of financial exhaustion. equal to Campbell's “ Lochiel's Warn

When his fortune was about its low- ing,” which appeared about ten years est, in consequence of the failure of his earlier. various schemes, he, in 1813, astonished Hogg's next venture was The Poetic the world by his Queen's Wake, a pro- Mirror, intended as a collection of the duction for which no one would have poems of living bards. Scott refused to given him credit, but which places his contribute, and this caused a temporary right to the title of poet beyond dispute. estrangement between the poets. He It is in every way a remarkable poem, then issued Dramatic Tales, and The or rather a garland of varied poetic Brownie of Bodsbeck, &c. In 1820, he gems gracefully strung together, and received a life-lease of the farm of was at once recognised as such. Al- | Altrive from the Duke of Buccleuch, at though the plan of it is taken from a nominal rent, and on settling here he Scott's Lay of the Last Minstrel, yet married. But his passion for farm venthe application and the execution are so tures could not be overcome while he original, that this in no way detracts had the means of gratifying it, and with from the merits of Hogg's genius, and his wife's and his own means he took a the fact almost never intrudes itself on lease of, and stocked the farm of Mount

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paralysis, but was able to resume his June till 7th July, when his yearning work in March ; and volume ii. of The to be at Abbotsford was acceded to. History of Scotland appeared in May. Here he died on the 21st September When the Court rose in July, he retired 1832. He was buried in Dryburgh on an allowance of £800 a-year, but an Abbey. offer of a pension of £500, with the concurrence of his creditors, he declined. THE EVE OF ST JOHN. Considering the improved state to which The baron of Smaylho'me rose with day, his exertions brought his affairs, his

He spurr'd his courser on, creditors, on the 17th December, unani

Without stop or stay, down the rocky mously presented him with all the fur

way, niture of Abbotsford. The Letters on That leads to Brotherstone. Demonology and Witchcraft now ap

He went not with the bold Buccleuch, peared ; also the fourth series of Tales

His banner broad to rear; of a Grandfather.

He went not 'gainst the English yew, In July he made an excursion into To lift the Scottish spear. Douglasdale to verify his recollections of Douglas Castle for his tale of Castle Yet his plate-jack was braced, and his

helmet was laced, Dangerous, which, with Count Robert of

And his vaunt-plate of proof he wore ; Paris, he finished on his return. In

At his saddle-gerthe was a good steel autumn, Turner, the painter, came to

sperthe, Scotland to make sketches for his illus

Full ten pound weight and more. trations of the scenery of Scott's poems; and Sir Walter made several short ex

The baron return'd in three days' space,

And his looks were sad and sour ; cursions with him. Being advised that he should spend the winter abroad, the

And weary was his courser's pace,

As he reached his rocky tower. Government prepared a war-vessel to carry him to the Mediterranean. Before He came not from where Ancram Moor setting out, he entertained Captain Ran red with English blood ; James Glencairn Burns, son of the poet, Where the Douglas true, and the bold now home on furlough from India ; Buccleuch, and two days afterwards Wordsworth

'Gainst keen Lord Evers stood. arrived to bid him farewell. Scott left Yet was his helmet hack'd and hew'd, Abbotsford on 23d September, and

His acton pierced and tore, landed at Naples on the 17th December.

His axe and his dagger with blood imDuring his stay, he visited Pompeii brued,and other classical antiquities. On his But it was not English gore. return, he waited a short time in Rome and visited St Peter's, where he wished

He lighted at the Chapellage,

He held him close and still ; to see the tomb of the last of the Stuarts. And he whistled thrice for his little footHe had a serious attack on his way

page, home, and lay in London from 13th

His name was English Will.

Around, in graceful streamers, fell
The brier rose and the heather bell ;
And there, his learning deep to prove,
Naturæ donum graved above.
When o'er her mellow notes he ran,
And his wild mountain chant began ;
Then first was noted in his eye
A gleam of native energy.

And do what it freezes my vitals to

say. Forgive me, dear brother, this horror of

mind; Thou knowest in the strife I was never be

hind, Nor ever receded a foot from the van, Or blenched at the ire or the prowess of

man.

the pile,

on man.

But I've sworn by the cross, by my God,

and by all,

An oath which I cannot, and dare not reTHE FATE OF MACGREGOR.

call, · Macgregor, Macgregor, remember Ere the shadows of midnight fall east from

our foemen; The moon rises broad from the brow of To meet with a spirit this night in GlenBen-Lomond ;

Gyle. The clans are impatient, and chide thy delay ;

“ Last night, in my chamber, all Arise ! let us bound to Glen-Lyon away." thoughtful and lone,

I called to remembrance some deeds I Stern scowled the Macgregor; then, had done, silent and sullen,

When entered a lady, with visage so wan, He turned his red eye to the braes of And looks such as never were fastened

Strathfillan ; “Go, Malcolm, to sleep, let the clans be I knew her, o brother! I knew her full dismissed;

well ! The Campbells this night for Macgregor Of that once fair dame such a tale I could must rest.”

tell

As would thrill thy bold heart : but how Macgregor, Macgregor, our scouts

long she remained, have been flying,

So racked was my spirit, my bosom so Three days round the hills of M‘Nab and

pained, Glen-Lyon ;

I knew not-but ages seemed short to the Of riding and running such tidings they

while. bear,

Though proffer'd the Highlands, nay, all We must meet them at home else they'll

the green isle, quickly be here."

With length of existence no man can

enjoy, “ The Campbell may come, his The same to endure, the dread proffer promises bind him,

I'd fly! And haughty M‘Nab, with his giants be- | The thrice-threaten'd pangs of last night hind him :

to forego, This night I am bound to relinquish the Macgregor would dive to the mansions fray,

below.

as

hast seen,

'At the lone midnight hour, when bad "The varying light deceived thy sight, spirits have power,

And the wild winds drown'd the name ; In thy chamber will I be,

For the Dryburgh bells ring, and the With that he was gone, and my lady left white monks do sing, alone,

For Sir Richard of Coldinghame!” And no more did I see."

He pass'd the court-gate, and he oped the Then changed, I trow, was that bold tower-gate, baron's brow,

And he mounted the narrow stair, From the dark to the blood-red high,

To the bartizan seat, where, with maids “Now, tell me the mien of the knight thou

that on her wait,

He found his ladye fair. For, by Mary, he shall die !"

That ladye sat in mournful mood;

Look'd over hill and vale ; "His arms shone full bright, in the

Over Tweed's fair flood, and Mertoun's beacon's red light ;

wood, His plume it was scarlet and blue ;

And all down Teviotdale. On his shield was a hound, in a silver leash bound,

“Now hail, now hail, thou ladye bright !”. And his crest was a branch of the yew." “Now hail, thou baron true !

What news, what news, from Ancram “ Thou liest, thou liest, thou little foot

fight? page,

What news from the bold Buccleuch ?" Loud dost thou lie to me! For that knight is (cold, and low laid in “The Ancram Moor is red with gore, the mould,

For many a southron fell ; All under the Eildon-tree."

And Buccleuch has charged us, ever

more, Yet hear but my word, my noble lord !

To watch our beacons well.” For I heard her name his name ; The ladye blush'd red, but nothing she And that lady bright, she called the knight

Nor added the baron a word : Sir Richard of Coldinghame."

Then she stepp'd down the stair to her

chamber fair, The bold baron's brow then changed, I And so did her moody lord.

trow, From high blood-red to pale

In sleep the ladye mourn'd, and the “ The grave is deep and dark—the corpse

baron toss'd and turn'd, is stiff and stark

And oft to himself he said, So I may not trust thy tale.

• The worms around him creep, and his

bloody grave is deep, “Where fair Tweed flows round holy

It cannot give up the dead !” Melrose,

It was near the ringing of matin-bell, And Eildon slopes to the plain,

The night was wellnigh done, Full three nights ago by some secret foe, When a heavy sleep on that baron fell, That gay gallant was slain.

On the eve of good St John.

said :

a

the sea.

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;

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,

As twilight from her vaults so blue The fox fled in terror, the eagle awoke,

Steals soft o'er Yarrow's mountains green, 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 ?

Art thou the standard of bis wrath) She raised him indignant, derided his

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 !

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