2 Where the Norwegian invader of Scotland received two bloody defeats. The Galgacus of Tacitus.

number,

hall;

With scutcheons of silver the coffin is shielded,

And pages stand mute by the canopied pall: Through the courts, at deep midnight, the torches

are gleaming;

In the proudly-arch'd chapel the banners are beaming,

Far adown the long aisle sacred music is streaming, Lamenting a Chief of the people should fall.

But meeter for thee, gentle lover of nature,

To lay down thy head like the meek mountain lamb,

But where is the harp shall give life to their name i And where is the bard shall give heroes their fame !

IV.

And oh, Dinas Emlinn! thy daughters so fair, Who heave the white bosom, and wave the dark hair;

What tuneful enthusiast shall worship their eye, When half of their charms with Cadwallon shall die?

V.

"The hare is crouching in her form, The hart beside the hind; An aged man, amid the storm,

No shelter can I find.

"You hear the Ettrick's sullen roar

Dark, deep, and strong is he, And I must ford the Ettrick o'er, Unless you pity me.

"The iron gate is bolted hard,

At which I knock in vain; The owner's heart is closer barr'd, Who hears me thus complain.

"Farewell, farewell! and Mary grant,
When old and frail you be,
You never may the shelter want,
That's now denied to me."

The Ranger on his couch lay warm, And heard him plead in vain; But oft amid December's storm, He'll hear that voice again:

For lo, when through the vapors dank,
Morn shone on Ettrick fair,

A corpse amid the alders rank,
The Palmer welter'd there.

The Maid of Neidpath.

1806.

There is a tradition in Tweeddale, that, when Neidpath Castle, near Peebles, was inhabited by the Earls of March, a mutual passion subsisted between a daughter of that noble family, and a son of the Laird of Tushielaw, in Ettrick Forest. As the alliance was thought unsuitable by her parents, the young man went abroad. During his absence, the lady fell into a consumption; and at length, as the only means of saving her life, her father consented that her lover should be recalled. On the day when he was expected to pass through Peebles, on the road to Tushielaw, the young lady, though much exhausted, caused herself to be carried to the balcony of a house in Peebles, belonging to the family, that she might see him as he rode past. Her anxiety and eagerness gave such force to her organs, that she is said to have distinguished his horse's footsteps at an incredible distance. But Tushielaw, unprepared for the change in her appearance, and not

expecting to see her in that place, rode on without recognizing her, or even slackening his pace. The lady was unable to support the shock; and, after a short struggle, died in the arms of her attend ants. There is an incident similar to this tradi tional tale in Count Hamilton's " Fleur d'Epine."

O LOVERS' eyes are sharp to see,
And lovers' ears in hearing;
And love, in life's extremity,

Can lend an hour of cheering.
Disease had been in Mary's bower,

And slow decay from mourning, Though now she sits on Neidpath's tower, To watch her love's returning.

All sunk and dim her eyes so bright,
Her form decay'd by pining,

Till through her wasted hand, at night,
You saw the taper shining;
By fits, a sultry hectic hue

Across her check was flying;
By fits, so ashy pale she grew,

Her maidens thought her dying.

Yet keenest powers to see and hear,
Seem'd in her frame residing;
Before the watch-dog prick'd his ear,
She heard her lover's riding:
Ere scarce a distant form was ken'd,
She knew, and waved to greet him;
And o'er the battlement did bend,
As on the wing to meet him.

He came he pass'd-a heedless gaze,
As o'er some stranger glancing;
Her welcome, spoke in faltering phrase,
Lost in his courser's prancing-
The castle arch, whose hollow tone

Returns each whisper spoken, Could scarcely catch the feeble moan, Which told her heart was broken.

Wandering Willie.

1806.

ALL joy was bereft me the day that you left me And climb'd the tall vessel to sail yon wide

sea;

O weary betide it! I wander'd beside it,
And bain'd it for parting my Willie and me.

Far o'er the wave hast thou follow'd thy fortune, Oft fought the squadrons of France and of Spain; Ae kiss of welcome's worth twenty at parting, Now I hae gotten my Willie again.

When the sky it was mirk, and the winds they were wailing,

I sat on the beach wi' the tear in my ee, And thought o' the bark where my Willie was sailing,

And wish'd that the tempest could a' blow

on me.

Now that thy gallant ship rides at her mooring,
Now that my wanderer's in safety at hame,
Music to me were the wildest winds' roaring,
That e'er o'er Inch-Keith drove the dark ocean
faem.

Wealth to Lord Melville.'

1806.

AIR-Carrickfergus.

"THE impeachment of Lord Melville was among the first measures of the new (Whig) Government. and personal affection and gratitude graced as well as heightened the zeal with which Scott watched the issue of this, in his eyes, vindictive proceeding; but, though the ex-minister's ultimate acquittal was, as to all the charges involving his personal honor, complete, it must now be allowed that the investigation brought out many circumstances by no means creditable to his discretion; and the rejoicings of his friends ought not, therefore, to have been scornfully jubilant. Such they were, however at least in Edinburgh; and Scott took his

What were the Whigs doing, when boldly pursuing, PITT banish'd Rebellion, gave Treason a string?

If love could change notes like the bird on the tree

Now I'll ne'er ask if thine eyes may hae wander'd, Enough, thy leal heart has been constant to me.

Welcome, from sweeping o'er sea and through channel,

Hardships and danger despising for fame, Furnishing story for glory's bright annal, Welcome, my wanderer, to Jeanie and hame!

Enough, now thy story in annals of glory

Has humbled the pride of France, Holland, and Spain;

No more shalt thou grieve me, no more shalt thou

leave me,

I never will part with my Willie again.

O'CONNOR,

And fought hard for DESPARD against country and king.

Well, then, we knew, boys,

PITT and MELVILLE were true boys,

And the tempest was raised by the friends of Reform.