The Lady of Beever in diamonds may shine.
But has not a heart half so lightsome as mine.

I am Queen of the Wake, and I'm Lady of May, And I lead the blithe ring round the May-pole to-day;

The wild-fire that flashes so fair and so free

Was never so bright, or so bonnie as me.

Chap. xxxi.

Our work is over-over now,

The goodman wipes his weary brow,
The last long wain wends slow away,
And we are free to sport and play.

The night comes on when sets the sun,
And labour ends when day is done.
When Autumn's gone, and Winter's come,
We hold our jovial harvest-home.

When the fight of grace is fought,-
When the marriage vest is wrought,-
When Faith has chased cold Doubt away-
And Hope but sickens at delay,-
When Charity, imprisoned here,
Longs for a more expanded sphere;
Doff thy robes of sin and clay;
Christian, rise, and come away.

Cauld is my bed, Lord Archibald,
And sad my sleep of sorrow;
But thine sall be as sad and cauld,
My fause true-love! to-morrow.

And weep ye not, my maidens free,
Though death your mistress borrow;

For he for whom I die to-day,

Shall die for me to-morrow.

Proud Maisie is in the wood,

Walking so early;

Sweet Robin sits on the bush,

Singing so rarely.

"Tell me, thou bonny bird, When shall I marry me ? "When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.”

"Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?"—

"The gray-headed sexton

That delves the grave duly.

"The glow-worm o'er grave and stone

Shall light thee steady.

The owl from the steeple sing,

'Welcome, proud lady.''

Chap. xl.

(2.) MOTTOES.

CHAP. V.

Elswhair he colde right weel lay dow the law, But in his house was meek as is a daw.

CHAP. XIX.

Davie Lindsay.

To man, in this his trial state,
The privilege is given,

When lost by tides of human fate,

To anchor fast in Heaven.

Watts's Hymns.

CHAP. XXIV.

Law, take thy victim !—May she find the mercy mild heaven which this hard world denies her!

In yon

CHAP. XXIX.

And Need and Misery, Vice and Danger, bind In sad alliance, each degraded mind.

CHAP. XLVIII.

Happy thou art! then happy be,

Nor envy me my lot;

Thy happy state I envy thee,

And peaceful cot.

Lady C-C-1.

FROM THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR.

(1.)

"The silver tones of Lucy Ashton's voice mingled with the accompaniment in an ancient air, to which 1 some one had adapted the following words: ".

Look not thou on beauty's charming,-
Sit thou still when kings are arming,—
Taste not when the wine-cup glistens,-
Speak not when the people listens,—
Stop thine ear against the singer,—
From the red gold keep thy finger,-
Vacant heart, and hand, and eye,

Easy live and quiet die.

Chap. iii.

(2.)

"And humming his rustic roundelay, the yeoman went on his road, the sound of his rough voice gradually dying away as the distance betwixt them increased."

The monk must arise when the matins ring,

The abbot may sleep to their chime;

But the yeoman must start when the bugles sing, "Tis time, my hearts, 'tis time.

There's bucks and raes on Billhope braes,
There's a herd on Shortwood Shaw;
But a lily-white doe in the garden goes,

She's fairly worth them a.'

Chap. iii.

(3.)

"With a quivering voice, and a cheek pale with apprehension, Caleb faltered out the following lines:"

When the last Laird of Ravenswood to Ravenswood shall ride,

And woo a dead maiden to be his bride,

He shall stable his steed in the Kelpie's flow,
And his name shall be lost for evermoe!

Chap. xviii.

(4.) MOTTOES.

CHAP. XIV.

As, to the Autumn breeze's bugle-sound,
Various and vague the dry leaves dance their

round,

Or, from the garner-door, on æther borne,

The chaff flies devious from the winnow'd corn;