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The heavenward path-way which in life he trod,
' The forest of Glenmore is haunted by a spirit called Lham- designed for A Monum ENT IN Lichfield cATHEDRAL,
dearg, or Red-hand. At the Burial Place of the family of Miss Seward. * where the Norwegian invader of Scotland received two bloody - defeats. Amid these aisles, where once his precepts show'd
* The Galgacus of Tacitus.
Iłut far more sadly sweet, on foreign strand, We list the legends of our native land, Link'd as they come with every tender tie, Memorials dear of youth and infancy.
Chief, thy wild tales, romantic Caledon,
Wake keen remembrance in each hardy son. Whether on India's burning coasts he toil, Or till Acadia's ' winter-fetter'd soil, He hears with throbbing heart and moisten’d eyes, And as he hears, what dear illusions rise! It opens on his soul his native dell, The woods wild waving, and the water's swell: Tradition's theme, the tower that threats the plain, The mossy cairn that hides the hero slain; The cot beneath whose simple porch were told, By gray-haird patriarch, the tales of old, The infant group that hush'd their sports the while, And the dear maid who listen’d with a smile. The wanderer, while the vision warms his brain, : Is denizen of Scotland once again.
Are such keen feelings to the crowd confined, And sleep they in the poet's gifted mind? Oh no! for she, within whose mighty page Each tyrant passion shows his woe and rage, Ilas felt the wizard influence they inspire, And to your own traditions tuned her lyre. Yourselves shall judge—whoe'er has raised the sail By Mull's dark coast has heard this evening's tale. The plaided boatman, restint; on his oar, Points to the fatal rock amid the roar Of whitening waves, and tells whate'er to-night Our humble stage shall offer to your sight; Proudly preferr'd that first our efforts give Scenes glowing from her pen to breathe and live; More proudly yet, should Caledon approve The filial token of a daughter's love!
FAREWELL TO MACKENZIE,
high Chief OF KINtAiL.
The original verses are arranged to a beautiful Gaelic air, of which the chorus is adapted to the double pull upon the oars of a galley, and which is therefore distinct from the ordinary jorrains, or boat-songs. They were composed by the family bard upon the departure of the Earl of Seaforth, who was obliged to take refuge in Spain, after an unsuccessful effort at insurrection in favour of the Stuart family, in the year 1718.
FAnewell, to Mackenneth, great Earl of the North,
* Acadia, or Nova Scotia.