Solway; and aminority, which promised such full scope for the pursuit of feudal ambition or vengeance, was not to be overlooked by a nobility who boasted hereditary claims to more than regal authority in their respective jurisdictions. Huntly was killed twenty years afterwards in a conflict with the Regent, Earl of Murray, at Corrichie; the other two died in their beds.]

The Bond betwix my Lords Erle Marshall and Erroll.

AT Huntlie, the nyntene day of Februar, the year of God Im Ve fourty and thre (1543) yeiris. It is appointit, aggreit, and finaly endit betwix nobill and mychty Lordis, George Erle of Huntlie, William Erle Marscheall, and George Erle of Erroll, in maner as eftir followis, that is to say, for observing and keeping of hartlie kindness, according to proximite of bluid, and allya, and for guid rewle to be kepit in the north partis of Scotland, the saidis Erle Marscheall and Erroll sall accompany in all radis, hosting, and conuentionis, with kyne, friendis, and servandis dependand on tham, with the said George Erle of Huntlie; and all thre their actionis and causes sall be ane; and the said Erle of Huntlie sall not do by the saidis William and Georges counsalis, nor pass to nane conuentionne but thair awyss and consent thareto, nor thay inlikwyse by his awyss and consent; and that nother of the saidis Erlis sall purchess by thamselfes, and of thar causing, otheris kindemen, takkis, rowmis, teindis, or steddingis, but otheris awysse in tyme cumin; and in case that ony discord or distance happen betuix ony of the saidis Earlis, thar friendis or servandis, they sall concur incontinently, and cause reformatione be made but violence according to the falt; and that nane of the saidis Erlis sall make equale band but the awyss of otheris; and gif ony insurrectioun ryse within this realme, that nane of tham sall pass thareto, but the awyss of otheris, and sall concur for the commoun weil of the realme and thairselfes; and for the fulfilling and observing of the premisses, all the saidis thre Erles ar suorne and oblist be thair grit athis, the haly Evangelis tuechit, ilk ane to otheris, and under the painis of infamatè and perjurie; and this present oblissing to indure for thair lyfetymes. In witness hereof, the saidis Erlis hes interchangeably subscrivit this writ with their handis,

day, yeir, and place aboun writin, befor thir witneses, Alexander Ogilvy of that Ilk, Patrick Chene of Esilmount, Knyght, and Thomas Men

zies of Petfodellis, Comptrollar, &c.
(Signed) GEORGE, Erll of Huntly.

WYLZAM, Erll Marshall.
GEORGE, Erll of Erroll.

LETTERS FROM MONTROSE, QUEENSBERRY, &c. TO GRAHAME OF CLA

VERHOUSE.

[The following letters, addressed to the celebrated Colonel Grahame of Claverhouse, afterwards Viscount Dundee, are printed from the originals in the possession of a gentleman in Edinburgh. The first, from the Marquis of Montrose, appears to have been written about the time that the Duke of York commenced his infamous career in

Scotland, during his brother's reign. The second is addressed to Claverhouse by Queensberry and other members of the privy council, under the immediate apprehension of Argyle's invasion, in 1685.]

For the Laird of Claverhous. SIR,-Yow cannot imagine how overjoyed I should be to have any imployment att my disposall that wer worthy of your acceptance, nor how much I am ashamed to offer yow any thing so far below yo merit as that of being my lieutenant, tho I be fully perswaded that it will be a step to a much more considerable imployment, and will give yow occasion to confirme the Duke in the just and good opinion which I do asure yow he has of yow; he being a person that judges not of people's worth by the ranke they ar in. I do not know, after all this, in what termes nor with what confidence I can express my desyr to have yow accept of this mean and inconsiderable offer; whither by endeavouring to magnifie it all I can, and telling yow yt yt, it is ye first troupe of ye D. of York's regiment, yt. I am to raise it in Scotland, and yt. I pretend that non but gentlemen should rid in it, or by telling yow that I am promised to be very quickly advanced, and yt yow shall ether succeid to me, or share wt me in my advancement. I can say no mor, but that yow will oblidge me in it beyond expression. I do not expect any answer to this while I am here; for I do resolve to be at Edin against y 1st or 2d day of ye next moneth, where if yow be not already, I earnestly intreat yow would be pleased

For Collonell Grame of Clavers.

(For his Majestie's speciall service.) SIR,-The Lo. Comissioner shewd yr letter. If there be any danger by horse, it most be from the Border; so propose what yow judge expedient, and writt it to ye E. of Dumbarton. The army is thus posted: the foot, horse, and dragoons, which were w Lt. Gen!! Drum and Coll. Dowglas, are at or near Air; what can be spared from this will goe thither also. The militia, which revendevouzes at Lithgow, are to be posted at Glasgow till they be put in order. Marqs. of Athole will have above 3000 in Argyleshyr; the Marqs. of Huntly some more at Lochness-head, butnotsosoon; Athole being already into Argyle. Charles Campbell, sonne to Argyle, is levying in Argyle some heritors; and toward 300 commons have joined him. Argyle keeps ye sea wt 5 ships; the frigats will be with him shortly. The king hath sent commissiones to Coll. Dowglas and you, as brigadeers both of horse and foot: Dowglas is prior in date. Ships by both seas are comeing on Argyle; and some armes, both for horse and foot, are comeing hither by a yacht. Wee hear yt about 30 horsmen cameover ye Border, and returned in few hours. Wee have writt to Feilding, who is deputy governour of Carlyle, to correspond wt yow, and wee desyre yow may wt him. Lett us hear freqtly, and yow shall have still return from, Sir, Your affectionat friends and servants,

At Leith there is a Bath-Stove, Erected and set up by William Paul, after the fashion of Poland and Germany, which is approven by all the Doctors of Physick and Apothecaries in Edinburgh, and elsewhere: As also by all Travellers and Gentlemen, To be a Sovereign Remedy in curing of all Diseases, and for preventing of sicknesses both of young and old, Men, VVomen, and Children, from

half-year upward: VVith the help of Doctors of Physick thereto.

The foresaid Bath-Stove will contain twelve or fifteen Persons, which will be bathed in half an hours time after they enter the Bathe. Likewise

if they repair as they do to Bathes in other countreyes, this Bathe is able to give content to Fourscore Persons aday.

The Diseases that are commonly Cured by the said Bathe, are these The Hydropsie, the Gout, Deafnesse, the Itch, sore Eyes, the Cold, unsensiblenesse of the Flesh, the trembling Axes, the Irish Ague, cold Defluxions inwardly, the Melancholick disease, the Collick, and all naturall diseases that are Curable. Probatum est. The Degrees and Prices of the Bath

LINES WRITTEN IN A HIGHLAND GLEN.

To whom belongs this Valley fair,
That sleeps beneath the filmy air,
Even like a living Thing!
Silent, as Infant at the breast, -
Save a still sound that speaks of rest,
That streamlet's murmuring!

The Heavens appear to love this vale;
There, clouds with scarce-seen motion sail,
Or 'mid the silence lie!

By that blue arch this beauteous Earth
Mid Evening's hour of dewy mirth
Seems bound unto the sky.

O! that this lovely Vale were mine!
Then, from glad youth to calm decline,

My years would gently glide;
Hope would rejoice in endless Dreams,
And Memory's oft-returning gleams
By Peace be sanctified.

There would unto my soul be given,
From presence of that gracious Heaven,
A Piety sublime;

And thoughts would come of mystic mood,
To make in this deep solitude

Eternity of Time !

And did I ask to whom belonged

This Vale? I feel that I have wronged Nature's most gracious soul!

She spreads her glories o'er the Earth, And all her Children from their birth Are joint-heirs of the whole!

Yea! long as Nature's humblest Child
Hath kept her Temple undefiled

By sinful sacrifice,
Earth's fairest scenes are all his own,
He is a Monarch, and his Throne
Is built amid the skies!

THE WIDOW'D MOTHER.

N.

BESIDE her Babe, who sweetly slept,
A widow'd Mother sat and wept
O'er years of love gone by;
And as the sobs thick-gathering came,
She murmur'd her dead Husband's name
Mid that sad lullaby.

Well might that lullaby be sad,
For not one single friend she had
On this cold-hearted Earth;
VOL. I.

The sea will not give back its prey-
And they were wrapt in foreign clay
Who gave the Orphan birth.

Stedfastly as a star doth look
Upon a little murmuring brook,
She gazed upon the besom
And fair brow of her sleeping Son-
"O merciful Heaven! when I am gone

" Thine is this earthly blossom !"

While thus she sata sunbeam broke
Into the room; -the Babe awoke,
And from his cradle smiled!

Ah, me! what kindling smiles met there!
I know not whether was more fair,
The Mother or her Child!

LADY, when I behold thy thoughtful eye,
Dwelling benignantly upon thy Child,
Or hear thee, in maternal accents mild,
Speak of Departed Friends so tenderly-
It seems to me as years now long gone by
Were come again, with early visions fraught,
And hopes sublime, and heavenly musings,
caught

From those kind eyes that watch'd my infancy!

Friend of my Mother! often in my heart
Thy kindred image shall with Her's arise,
The throb of holier feeling to impart;
And aye that gentle Maid, whom sweetest

ties

Of human care around thy soul entwine, Shall with a brother's love be bound to mine. Aug. 29, 1812. E.

FRIENDSHIP.

CELESTIAL Friendship! if yet ne'er profan'd

Thy hallow'd Shrine hath in my heart remain'd, Still foster there, with undecaying flame, Affections worthy of thy sacred name, And give to cheer this dark'ning Path below

The cordial joys congenial spirits know.. While o'er the Past I linger with a sigh, And mark Affliction's storms impending nigh

The airy visions of Life's opening day, And Manhood's brighter dreams all past away

Yet-ere the bosom's genial fires depart, And care and sadness settle round the heart

Oh! yet before those Evil Days begin, When all grows dark without, and cold

within,

SONNET

To an Infidel.

I have a flower, that press'd the mouth
Of one upon his cold bier lying,
To me more fragrant than the South,
O'er banks of op'ning violets flying;
Although its leaves look pale and dry,
How blooming to a Father's eye!
Oh, sweet my Baby! is thine head
Upon a rocky pillow lying?
And is the dreary grave thy bed-
Thy lullaby a Father's sighing?

Oh, chang'd the hour since thou didst rest
Upon a Mother's faithful breast!

Oh! can I e'er forget the kiss
I gave thee on that morn of mourning,-
That last sad tender parting bliss
From Innocence to God returning !
Mayst thou repay that kiss to me,
In realms of bright eternity!

D. F: A.