XXXVII. Even upon Bannock's bloody plain, Such noble front, such waving hair? The bridal of the Maid of Lorn." "["To Mr. James Ballantyne.-Dear Sir,-You have now the whole affair, excepting two or three concluding stanzas. As yout taste for bride's cake may induce you to desire to know more of the wedding, I will save you some criticism by saying, I have settled to stop short as above.-Witness my hand, 19* "W. S."] CONCLUSION. Go forth, my Song, upon thy venturous way; And graced thy numbers with no friendly name, All angel now-yet little less than all, And, least of all, what 'vails the world should know, '[The reader is referred to Mr. Hogg's "Pilgrims of the Sun" for some beautiful lines, and a highly interesting note, on the death of the Duchess of Buccleuch. See ante, p. 10.] |