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And then the affrighted prophet's ear
Drinks whispers strange of fate and fear,
Presaging death and ruin near

Among the sons of men ;-
Apart from Albyn's war-array,
'Twas then grey Allan sleepless lay ;
Grey Allan, who, for many a day,

Had follow'd stout and stern
Where, through battle's rout and reel,
Storm of shot and hedge of steel,
Led the grandson of Lochiel,

Valiant Fassiefern.
Through steel and shot he leads no more,
Low-laid 'mid friends' and foemens' gore-
But long his native lake's wild shore,
And Sunart rough, and high Ardgower,

And Morvern long shall tell,
And proud Bennevis hear with awe,
How, upon bloody Quatre-Bras,
Brave Cameron heard the wild hurra
Of conquest as he fell.

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'Lone on the outskirts of the host,
The weary sentinel held post,
And heard, through darkness far aloof,
The frequent clang of courser's hoof,
Where held the cloak'd patrole their course,
And spurr's 'gainst storm the swerving horse ;
But there are sounds in Allan's car,
Patrole nor sentinel may hear,
And sights before his eye aghast
Invisible to them have pass'd,

When down the destined plain
"Twixt Britain and the bands of France,
Wild as marsh-borne meteors glance,
Strange phantoms wheel'd a revel dance,

And doom'd the future slain.
Such forms were seen, such sounds were heard,
When Scotland's James his march prepared

For Flodden's fatal plain ;
Such, when he drew his ruthless sword,
As Chusers of the Slain, adored

The yet unchristen's Dane.
An indistinct and phantom band,
They wheel'd their ring-dance hand in hand,

With gesture wild and dread ;
The Seer, who watch'd them ride the storm,
Saw through their faint and shadowy form
The lightning's flash more red;

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On picquet-post, when ebbs the night,
And waning watch-fires glow less bright,

And dawn is glimmering pale.
Abbotsford, October 1, 1815.

ROMANCE OF DUNOIS.

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FROM THE FRENCH.

original of this little Romance makes part of a manuscript collection of French gs, probably compiled by some young officer, which was found on the field of terloo, so much stained with clay and with blood, as sufficiently to indicate what I been the fate of its late owner. The song is popular in France, and is rather a od specimen of the style of composition to which it belongs.-The translation is ictly literal.

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vas Dunois, the young and brave, was bound for Palestine, first he made his orisons before Saint Mary's shrine : .nd grant, immortal Queen of Heaven," was still the Soldier's prayer, 'hat I may prove the bravest knight, and love the fairest fair,” oath of honour on the shrine he graved it with his sword, d follow'd to the Holy Land the banner of his Lord; here, faithful to tris noble vow, his war-cry fill'd the air, Be honour'd aye the bravest knight, beloved the fairest fair." ley owed the conquest to his arm, and then his liege-lord said, The heart that has for honour beat by bliss must be repaid, y daughter Isabel and thou shall be a wedded pair, or thou art bravest of the brave, she fairest of the fair.” nd then they bound the holy knot before Saint Mary's shrine, hat makes a paradise on earth it hearts and hands combine ; ind every lord and lady bright that were in chapel there, ried, “ Honour'd be the bravest knight, beloved the fairest Sair.”

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SONG,

FOR THE ANNIVERSARY MEETING OF THE PITT CLUB OF SCOTLAND.

BY WALTER Scott, Esg.

O DREAD was the time, and more dreadful the omen,

When the brave on Marengo lay slaughter'd in vain,
And, beholding broad Europe bowed down by her foemen,

Pitt closed in his anguish the map of her reign!
Not the fate of broad Europe could bend his brave spirit

To accept for his country the safety of shame ;
O then in her triumph remember his merit,

An hallow the goblet that flows to his name.
Round the husbandman's head, while he traces the furrow,

The mists of the winter may mingle with rain,
He may plough it with labour, and sow it in sorrow,

And sigh while he fears he has sowed it in vain ;
He may die ere his children shall reap in their gladness,

But the blithe harvest-home shall remember his claim ;
And their jubilee-shout shall be soften'd with sadness,

While they hallow the goblet that flows to his name. Though anxious and timeless his life was expended,

In toils for our country preserved by his care, Though he died ere one ray o'er the nations ascended,

To light the long darkness of doubt and despair;
The storms he endured in our Britain's December,

The perils his wisdom foresaw and o'ercame,
In her glory's rich Harvest shall Britain remember,

And hallow the goblet that flows to his name.
Nor forget His grey head, who, all dark in affliction,

Is deaf to the tale of our victories won,
And to sounds the most dear to paternal affection,

The shout of his people applauding his Son;
By his firmness unmoved in success or disaster,

By his long reign of virtue, remember his claim ! With our tribute to Pitt join the praise of his Master,

Though a tear stain the goblet that flows to his name.
Yet again fill the wine-cup, and change the sad measure,

The rites of our grief and our gratitude paid,
To our Prince, to our Heroes devote the bright treasure,

The wisdom that plann'd, and the zeal that obey'd !
Fill WELLINGTON's cup till it beam like his glory,
Forget not our own brave DALHOUSIE and GRÆME ;
A thousand

years hence hearts shall bound at their story, And hallow the goblet that flows to their fame.

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