ON A MOONLIGHT VIEW OF HIGHLAND SCENERY.

TO

How sweet, my friend, at this lone hour, to scale,

These moonlight mountain cliffs, and view below.
The dark lake sleeping in the silver glow in

With all its shadowy isles ; to list alone
The dying winds that sigh around the steep,
And summer rills adown the rocks that creep
With a dull, tinkling, melancholy wail ;
How solemnly, while hush'd the fitful gale,

Falls on the ear that deep and nameless tone,
From the dim bosom of the wilderness ;-

Made of all mingling sounds,—so like the moan
Of child that murmurs through its dream of bliss :
Thus look'd the infant world ere yet

the

groan Of human guilt or grief disturbed its happiness!

3.

TO THE SAME.

They call'd us brother bardó !—The same blue streams

Witness'd our youthful sports ;-our tears have sprung
Together, when those ancient tales were sung,
That tinged our fancy's first and sweetest dreams ;
Two simple boys bewitch'd with magic themes

And still, as riper years and judgment came,
On mutual couch we plann'd our mutual schemes,

Our tastes, our friendships, and our faith the same:-
But not the same our task !-Thy loftier lyre,

Which, with the tide of feeling, swells or falls,

Shall charm tumultuous camps and courtly halls,
And rouse the warrior's arm and patriot's ire

While I shall chant my little madrigala
To happy circles round the cottage fire.

ON

THE DEPARTURE OF AUTUMN.

1. THEY are gone, the bright visions for ever are past, The forests are drear and the skies overcast ; The enchantments of autumn are vanished, and now The snow mists have covered the grey mountain's brow.

2. There were hours of enchantment, when heavenly light, Mid the tempests of life shall ne'er fade from my sight; Whose influence by memory cherished shall bloom, And the dark hour of midnight with transport illume,

3. There were forms of enchantment that floated around Mid the golden-hued groves on the leaf-covered groundThose forms will revive in the dark winter day, And enliven with magical beauty my way.

4. There was music divine, when the redbreast at morn His wild notes renewed on his leaf-dropping thorn ; There was fragrance most soothing that filled the calm air, From the dark wreaths of foliage that lay here and there.

5. There was joy most enchanting, when morning awoke Through the vapours of frost, that dissolved into smoke When the horn of the hunter re-echoed afar, And the purple rays rested on Loch Vennachar

6.
But a weight on my breast, and a fire in my brain,
The high-soaring raptures of fancy restrain.
They are gone ! But they flourish in memory still,
The joys of the wild-wood and heath-covered hill.

BALLAÐ.

1.
When the sky is black above, and the billows white below,
And between the foaming swells we are lab'ring to and fro ;
When waves they roar beneath us, and thunders roll o'er head,
O think ye not, ye landsmen ! it is a scene of dread?
But dreadful though it be, yet it cannot us appal,
For we feel Affection pours her prayers, and mercy hears them all.

2.
When the ship is on her beams, and the masts are all a wreck,
And, to 'scape the angry surge, we are lash'd upon the deck,
When night is closing fast, and no sign of succour dear,
O think ye not, ye landsmen ! it is a scene of fear?
But fearful though it be, yet it cannot us appal,
For we trust Affection pours her prayer, and mercy hears them all.

3. But see, the morn approaching, a vessel heaves in sight, The waves are sinking once again, the breezes they are light, She sees our waving signal, and swiftly beareth down, The red cross is her fag, and her country is our own; With pleasure then, ye landsmen! our dangers we recall, For we know Affection pour'd her prayers, and mercy hear them all!

W. M. T.

VERSES

TO THE MEMORY OF DR JOHN LEYDEN.

WHERE sleep the brave on Java's strand,
Thy ardent spirit, Leyden ! fled,
And fame with cypress shades the land
Where genius fell and valour bled.

When triumph's tale is westward borfie,
On Border hills no joy shall gleam ;
And thy loved Tiviot long shall mours
The youthful Poet of her stream.

BIRTHS.

Sondes, a daughter. The wife of C. Jen

kinson, Esq. M. e. a daughter. JAN. 1. The wife of Lieutenant-Col. MARCH 1. Mrs Graham Stirling of Sir Howard Douglas, a daughter. 7. The Duchray and Auchyle, a daughter. 7. The Hon. Mrs Werninck, a son. 8. The Right Hon. Mrs Edward Stewart, a son. 15. LaHon. Lady Bruce, a son.—The Countess dy Georgiana Barnes, a daughter. 17. The of Selkirk, a daughter. 10. The wife of wife of Major the Hon. Henry Murray, a Sir John Lowther Johnstone, a son and daughter. 24. The wife of General Brire, heir. 14. The wife of the Hou. Herbert a son and heir.—The Lady of CommissionGardner, a daughter. 15. The Marchio. er Jackson, a son.—The Marchioness of ness of Queensberry, a daughter.- Lady Lansdown, a son and heir. Lady Harriet Jerningham, a daughter. 17. The Coun- Drummond, a son and heir. Lady Henry tess of Albemarle, a son. 21. Viscountess Fitzroy, a son. Lady Francis Bentinck, a Hamilton, a son and heir. 23. Mrs Col. daughter. Lady Bagot, a son and heir. Lamont, a son. 24. Lady Anne Montgo- APRIL 8. The Marchioness of Bath, a mery, a son and heir.—The Lady of Lieu- son. 14. Lady Brownlow, a daughter. 15. tenant-Colonel Ramsay, a son.- -The La- The Countess of Romney, a daughter. dy of Colonel Goldie, of the 6th dragoon 20. The wife of Sir Henry Lushington, guards, a son. 25. Lady King, a son. 27. Bart. a son.--The relict of the Hon. Wil At Madeira, the wife of Major-General the loughby Bertie, late captain of the SatelHon. Robert Meade, a daughter., 28. The lite, a son and heir.--The wife of Sir John Countess of Harrowby, a daughter. Late. Sinclair, Bart, M. P. a son. 22. The Mar. ly, the wife of Sir Henry Fletcher, Bart. a chioness of Ely, a daughter.--The wife of daughter.- The Marchioness of Douglas, William Blundell, Esq. of Crosby Hall, a son and heir,

Lancashire, a son and heir, 23. The Right FEB. 3. The wife of William Gordon, Hon. Lady Caroline Capel, a daughter. Esq. M. P. a son. 5. The Hon, Mrs Cod- 26. The Marchioness of Waterford, a son. rington, a daughter. 9. Countess of Mans 29. Lady Charlotte Hope, a daughter. Latefield, a son. 12. The wife of Major-Gen. ly, the Countess of Bristol, a daughter. the Hon. Alexander Hope, M.P. a daugh- The wife of Sir C. W. Malet, Bart. a son,