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IN THE PASS OF KILLICRANKY, AN INVASJON BEING EXPECTED, OCTOBER 1803. Six thousand Veterans practised in War's game, Tried Men, at killicranky were arrayed Against an equal Host that wore the Plaid, Shepherds and Herdsmen.-Like a whirlwind came The lighlanders, the slaughter spread like flame; And Carry, thundering down liis mouu tain road, Was stopped, and could not breathe bencath the load Of the dead bodies.- 'T was a day of shame For them whom precept and the pedantry Of cold inechanic battle do enslave. () for a single hour of that Dundee, Who on that day the word of onset gave! Like conquest would the Men of England see ; And her Foes find a like inglorious Grave.
I praise thee, Matron! and thy duc Is praise; heroic praise, and true! With admiration I behold Thy gladness unsubdued and bold : Thy looks, thy gestures, all present The picture of a life well spent : This do I sce; and something more; A strength unthought of heretofore! Delighted am I for thy sake; And yet a higher joy partake. Our Human-pature throws away Its second Twilight, and looks gay: A land of promise and of pride Unfolding, wide as life is wide.
THE MATRON OF JEDBURGH AND HER
Al! see ber helpless Charge! enclosed Within himself as seems, composed; To fear of loss, and hope of gain, The strife of happiness and pain, Utterly dead! yet in the guise Of lille Infants, wlien their
eyes Begin to follow to and fro The persons that before them go, He tracks her motiops, quick or slow. Her buoyant Spirit can prevail Where common cheerfulness would fail : She strikes upon him with the heat Of July Suns; he feels it sweet; An animal delight, though dim! T is all that now remains for him!
14. Jedburgh, my companion and I went into private Lodgings for
a few days; aod ibe following Verses were called forth by the character and domestic situation of our liosteas.)
Age! (wine thy brows with fresh spring flowers,
Nay! start not at that Figure-there!
The more I looked, I wondered moreAnd, while I scanned them o'cr and o'er, A moment gave me to espy A trouble in her strong black eye; A remnant of uneasy light, A flash of something over-bright! Nor long this mystery did detaio My thoughts, she told in pensive strain That she had borne a heavy yoke, Been stricken by a twofold stroke; Ill health of body; and had pined Beneath worse ailments of the mind.
So be it!-but let praise ascend To Him who is our Lord and Friend! Who from disease and suffering Natl called for thee a second Spring;
A Dog, too, had he; not for need, But one to play with and to feed; Which would have led him, if bereft Of company or friends, and left
Without a better guide.
And then the bagpipes he could blow;
Than did the poor blind Boy.
Yet he had many a restless dream;
Near which their Cottage stood.
Beside a lake their Cottage stood,
And stirring in its bed.
For to this Lake, by night and day,
And rivers large and strong :
Then hurries back the road it cameReturns, on errand still the same; This did it wlien the earth was new; And this for evermore will do,
As long as earth shall last.
And with the coming of the Tide,
Bring tales of distant Lands.
And of those tales, whate'er they were, The blind Boy always had his share; Whether of mighty Towns, or Vales With warmer suns and softer gales,
Or wonders of the Deep.
Yet more it pleased bim, more it stirred,
In stilluess or in storm.
But what do his desires avail?
Upon the rocking waves.
Repaid thee for that sore distress
Fly, some kind Spirit, fly to Grasmere-dale,
THE BLIND HIGHLAND BOY.
A TALE TOLD BY THE FIRE-SIDE, AFTER RETURNING TO
THE VALE OF GRASMERE.
Now we are tired of boisterous joy,
This corner is your own.
A poor blind Highland Boy.
He from his birth had lived.
He ne'er had seen one carthly sight;
the day; the stars, the night; Or tree, or butterfly, or flower, Or fish in stream, or bird in bower,
Or woman, man, or child.
And yet he neither drooped nor pined,
Of which we nothing know.
And more than Mother's love.
And proud she was of heart, when clad
gay, To Kirk he on the sabbath day
Went hand in hand with her.
His Mother often thought, and said,
The danger is so great.»
Lei-gha-Lei-gha»- then did he cry
Lei-gha-Lei-gha»--most eagerly; Thus did he cry, and thus did pray, And what be meant was, « Keep away,
And leave me to myself !»
Alas! and when he felt their hands--
Or melt it into air.
So all his dreams, that inward light
As he had ever known.
But hark! a gratulating voice
That he is safe at last.
And then, when he was brought to land,
And welcomed the poor Child.
And in the general joy of heart
With sound like lamentation,
But most of all, lis Mother dear,
And touches the blind Boy.
She led him home, and wept amain, When he was in the house again : Tears tlowed in torrents from her eyes; She could not blame him, or chastize :
She was too bappy far.
Thus, after he had fondly braved
To live in peace on shore.
And in the lonely Highland Dell
And how he was preserved.' " It is recorded in Dampier's Voyages, that a Boy, the Son of a Captain of a Man of War, seated himself in a Tartle Shell, and floatod in it from the shore to bis Father's ship, which lay at anchor at the distance of half a mile. In deference to the opinion of a Friend I have substituted such a Shell for the leas elegant Vessel in which my Blind Voyager did actually entrust bimself to the dangerous current of Loch Leren, as was related to me by an eye-wit
TOUR IN 1814.
THE BROWNIE'S CELL.
(Soggested by a beautiful Ruin opon one of the Islands of loh
Lomond, a place chosen for the retreat of a solitary iadis asal from wbom this habitation acquired its name.)
To barren heath, and quaking fen,
High lodged the Warrior, like a bird of
Upon those servants of another world
Proud Remnant was lie of a fearless Race,
From year to year this shagey Mortal went
Till they, who saw his outward frame,
Quakes-conscious of thy power;
IN THE PLEASURE-GROUND ON THE BANKS OF THE
BRAN, NEAR DUNKELD.
COMPOSED AT CORRA LINN, IN SIGHT OF Wallace's Tower.
- How Wallace fought for Scotland, left the name of Wallace to be found, like a wild flower, All over his dear Country; left the deeds Or Wallace, like a family of gbosts, To people the stoop rocks and river banks, Her natural sanctuaries, with a local soul of indepcadence and stern liberty.
The waterfall, by a loud roaring, warned us when we must espect
it. We were first, bowever, conducted into a small apartment, where the Gardener desired us to look at tbe picture of Ossian, which, wbile he was telling the bistory of the young, Artist who executed the work, disappeared, parting in the middleflying asunder as by the touch of magic-and lo! we are at the entrance of a splendid apartment, which was almost dizzy and alive with waterfalls, tbat tumbled in all directions ; the creat cascade, opposite the window, which faod us, being reflected in innumerable mirrors upon the criling and against the walls. » - Extract from the Journal of my Fellow-T'rareller.
Lord of the Vale! astounding Flood ! The dullest leaf in this thick wood
What lle-who 'mid the kindred throng Of lleroes that inspired his song,