Soon the shroud shall lap thee fast,
And the sleep be on thee cast

That shall ne'er know waking.

Haste thee, haste thee, to be gone,
Earth flits fast, and time draws on,—
Gasp thy gasp, and groan thy groan,
Day is near the breaking.

"The songstress paused, and was answered by one or two deep and hollow groans, that seemed to proceed from the very agony of the mortal strife. It will not be,' she muttered to herself. 'He cannot pass away with that on his mind; it tethers him here.

Heaven cannot abide it;

Earth refuses to hide it.

I must open the door.'

66 She lifted the latch, saying,

'Open lock, end strife,

Come death, and pass life.'

(4.)

Chap. xxvii.

Dark shall be light,

And wrong done to right,

When Bertram's right and Bertram's might

Shall meet on Ellangowan's height.

Chap. xlix.

(5.) MOTTO.

CHAP. XVII.

Heaven first in its mercy taught mortals their letters,

For ladies in limbo and lovers in fetters;

Or some author, who, placing his persons before

ye,

Ungallantly leaves them to write their own story. Pope, imitated.

FROM THE ANTIQUARY.

(1.)

HE came-but valor had so fired his eye,
And such a falchion glittered on his thigh,
That, by the gods, with such a load of steel,
I thought he came to murder-not to heal.
Chap. vi.

(2.)

"WHY sit'st thou by that ruin'd hall, Thou aged carle so stern and gray ? Dost thou its former pride recall,

Or ponder how it pass'd away?"

"Know'st thou not me?" the Deep Voice cried ; "So long enjoy'd, so oft misused—

Alternate, in thy fickle pride,

Desired, neglected, and accused!

"Before my breath, like blazing flax, Man and his marvels pass away

v!

And changing empires wane and wax,
Are founded, flourish, and decay.

"Redeem mine hours-the space is briefWhile in my glass the sand-grains shiver,

And measureless thy joy or grief,

When Time and thou shalt part for ever!"

Chap. x.

(3.) EPITAPH.

HEIR lyeth John o' ye Girnell,
Erth has ye nit and heuen ye kirnell.

In hys tyme ilk wyfe's hennis clokit,

Ilka gud mannis herth wi' bairnis was stokit,

He deled a boll o' bear in firlottis fyve,

Four for ye halie kirke and ane for puir mennis wyvis.

Chap. xi.

(4.)

“As the Antiquary lifted the latch of the hut, he was surprised to hear the shrill, tremulous voice of Elspeth chanting forth an old ballad in a wild and doleful recitative :”.

The herring loves the merry moon-light,
The mackerel loves the wind,

But the oyster loves the dredging sang,
For they come of a gentle kind.

Now haud your tongue, baith wife and carle And listen great and sma',

And I will sing of Glenallan's Earl

That fought on the red Harlaw.

The cronach's cried on Bennachie,

And doun the Don and a',

And hieland and lawland may mournfu' be For the sair field of Harlaw.

They saddled a hundred milk-white steeds, They hae bridled a hundred black,

With a chafron of steel on each horse's head,

And a good knight upon his back.

They hadna ridden a mile, a mile,

A mile but barely ten,

When Donald came branking down the brae Wi' twenty thousand men.

Their tartans they were waving wide,
Their glaives were glancing clear,

The pibrochs rung frae side to side,
Would deafen ye to hear.