Pay goodly heed, all you who read, Whenever you find your heart despair BONNY DUNDEE.-Scott. To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who spoke : "Ere the king's crown shall fall, there are crowns to be broke; So let each cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet of bonny Dundee ! Come, fill up my cup; come, fill up my can ; Come, saddle your horses, and call up your men ; Come, open the west port, and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of bonny Dundee !" Dundee he is mounted and rides up the street, be; The gude town is well quit of that deil of Dundee !" As he rode down the sanctified bends of the Bow, Thinking "Luck to thy bonnet, thou bonny Dundee !" With sour-featured Whigs the Grass-market was crammed, As if half the West had set tryst to be hanged; There was spite in each look, there was fear in each ee, As they watched for the bonnets of bonny Dundee ! The cowls of Kilmarnock had spits and had spears, And lang-hafted gullies to kill cavaliers; But they shrunk to close heads, and the causeway was free At the toss of the bonnet of bonny Dundee ! : He spurred to the foot of the proud castle-rock, And with the gay Gordon he gallantly spoke "Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words or three, For the love of the bonnet of bonny Dundee !" The Gordon demands of him which way he goes; "There are hills beyond Pentland, and lands beyond Forth; If there's lords in the Lowlands, there's chiefs in the north: There are wild Dunnies wassals three thousand times three Will cry 'hoigh' for the bonnets of bonny Dundee ! "There's brass on the target of barkened bull-hide; "Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks, He waved his proud hand, and the trumpets were blown, The kettle-drums clashed, and the horsemen rode on, Till on Ravelston's cliffs and on Clermiston's lee Died away the wild war-notes of bonny Dundee ! Come, fill up my cup; come, fill up my can ; Come, saddle the horses; come, call up the men ; Come, open your gates, and let me go free, 66 For it's up with the bonnet of bonny Dundee !" HO! BREAKERS ON THE WEATHER BOW. Swain. Ho! breakers on the weather bow, And hissing white the sea; Go, loose the topsail, mariner, And set the helm a-lee ; Or not a living soul on board Aloft the seaman daringly Shook out the rattling sail; The danger fled-she leapt a-head And trembling as her spirit knew Destruction in the rear ! Now slacken speed-take wary heed- Lay 'tween our breath and instant death THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH.-Longfellow. UNDER a spreading chestnut tree His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, Week in, week out, from morn till night, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, And children coming home from school They love to see the flaming forge, And catch the burning sparks that fly He goes on Sunday to the church, He hears the parson pray and preach, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, He needs must think of her once more, And with his hard, rough hand he wipes Toiling-rejoicing—sorrowing, Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, IVRY.-Macaulay. Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are! And glory to our Sovereign Liege, King Henry of Navarre ! Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, |