And though some trilling share of praise,

Renouncing every pleasing page
To cheer my last declining days,

From authors of historic use;
To me were doubly dear;

Preferring to the letter'd sage
Whilst blessing your beloved name,

The square of the hypothenuse."
I'd waive at once a Poet's fame,

Still, harmless are these occupations,
To prove a Prophet here.

That hurt none but the hapless student,

Compared with other recreations,
GRANTA, A MEDLEY.

Which bring together the imprudent;

Whose daring revels shock the sight, Αργυρεαις λογχαισι μαχου και παντα Κρατησαις. .

When vice and infamy combine,

When drunkenness and dice unite,
On! could Le Sage's' demon's gift

And every sense is steep'd in wine.
Be realized at my desire,

Not so the methodistic crew,
This night my trembling form he a lift,

Who plans of reformation lay:
To place it on St Mary's spire.

In humble attitude they sue,
Then would, unroofd, old Granta's halls

And for the sins of others pray.
Pedantic inmates full display;
Fellows who dream on lawn, or stalls,'

Forgetting that their pride of spirit,

Their exultation in their trial,
The price of venal votes to pay.

Detracts most largely from the merit
Then would I view cach rival wight,

Of all their boasted self-denial.
Puy and Palmeoston survey;
Who canvass there with all their might,

'T is morn, -- from these I turn my sight:

What scene is this which meets the eye? Against the next elective day.

A numerous crowd, array'd in white, a
Lo! candidates and voters lie,

Across the green in numbers fly.
All lulld in sleep, a goodly number!

Loud rings, in air, the chapel bell;
A race renown'd for piety,

'T is hush'd : What sounds are these I licar ? Whose conscience won't disturb their slumber

The organ's soft celestial swell
Lord H--, indeed, may not demur,

Rolls deeply on the listening ear.
Fellows are sage, retlectiog men!

To this is joined the sacred song,
They know preferment can occur,

The royal minstrel's hallow'd strain;
But very seldom,- now and then.

Though he who hears the music long
They know the Chancellor has got

Will never wish to bcar again.
Some pretty livings in disposal;

Our choir would scarcely be excused,
Each hopes that one may be his lot,

Even as a band of raw beginners ;
And, therefore, smiles on bis proposal.

All mercy, now, must be refused
Nos, from the soporific scene

To such a set of croaking sinners.
I'll turn mine eye, as night grows later,

If David, when his toils were ended,
To view, unleeded and unseen,

Had heard these blockheads sing before him, The studious sons of Alma Mater.

To us his psalms had ne'er descended, There, in apartments small and damp,

In furious mood he would have tore 'em. The candidate for college prizes

The luckless Israelites, when taken
Sits poring by the midnight lamp-

By some inhuman tyrant's order,
Goes late to bed, yet early rises.

Were ask'd to sing, by joy forsaken,
De, surely, well deserves to gain them,

On Babylonian river's border.
With all the honours of his college,

Oh! had they sung in notes like these,
Who, striving hardly to obtain them,

Inspired by stratagem or fear,
Thus seek's unprofitable knowledge;

They might have set their hearts at case-
Who sacrifices bours of rest,

The devil a soul had stay'd to hear.
To scan, precisely, metres Attic,

But, if I scribble longer now,
Or agitates his anxious breast

The deuce a soul will stay to read;
In solving problems mathematic;

My pen is blunt, my ink is low,
Who reads false quantities in Sele,

'T is almost time to stop indeed. Or puzzles o'er the deep triangle,

Therefore, farewell, old Granta's spires, Deprived of many a wholesome meal,

No more like Cleofas, I fly; lo barbarous Latin 3 doom'd to wrangle;

No more thy theme my Muse inspires, * The Diable Boiteax of LE SAGE, where Asmodeus, the demon,

The reader 's tired, and so am I. places Doe Cleofas on an elevated situation, and unroofs the houses

1806. for bis inspection.

' Sele's pablication on Greek metres displays considerable talent end ingenuity, but, as might be expected in so difficult a work, is 'The discovery of Pytbagoras, that the square of the hypothenuse | mot remarkable for accuracy.

is equal to the squares of the other two sides of a right-angled tri• The Laris of the schools is of th: CANISE SPECIES, and not rery angle. ist lligible.

: On a Saint day the students wear surplices in chapel.

3

2

LACHIN Y GAIR.

TO ROMANCE.

PARENT of golden dreams, Romance ! LACUN Y Gain, or, as it is pronounced in the Erse, Loon sa Gins, lowers proudly preeminent in the Northern Highlands, near In

Auspicious queen of childish joys! vercauld. One of our modern tourists mentions it as the highest

Who lead'st along, in airy dance, mountain, perhaps, in Great Britain ; be this as it may, it is Thy volive train of girls and boys : curtainly one of the most sublime and picturesque amongst our

At length, io spells no longer bound, • Caloonian Alps. Jis appearance is of a dusky bue, but the summit is the seat of eternal spows. Near Lachin y Gair I spent

I break the fetters of my youth ; some of the early part of my life, the recollection of which has No more I tread thy mystic round, given birth to the following Stanzas.

But leave thy realms for those of Truth. Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses !

And yet, 't is hard to quit the dreams In you let the minions of luxury rove;

Which haunt the unsuspicious soul, Restore me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes,

Where every nymph a goddess seems, Though still they are sacred to freedom and love:

Whose eyes through rays immortal roll; Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains,

While Fancy holds her boundless reign, Round their white summits though elements war,

And all assume a varied hue, Though cataracts foam, 'stead of smooth-llowing foun- When virgins seem no longer vain, tains,

And even woman's smiles are true. I sigh for the valley of dark Loch na Garr.

And must we own thee but a name, Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wanderd,

And from thy hall of clouds descend;
My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid;' Nor find a sylplı in every dayme,
Ou chieftajus long perishı'd iny memory ponder'd,

A Pylades' ja every friend ?
As daily I strode through the pine-cover'd glade : But leave, at once, thy realms of air,
I sought not my home till the day's dying glory

To mingling bands of fairy elves :
Gave place to the rays of the brighit polar star;

Confess that woman 's false as fair, For Fancy was cheer'd by traditional story

And friends have feelings for-themselves. Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr.

With shame, I own, I 've felt thy sway, « Shades of the dead! have I not heard your voices

Repentant, now thy reign is o'er; Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale ?»

No more thy precepts I obey, Surely the soul of the hero rejoices,

No more on fancied pinions soar : And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale: Fond fool! to love a sparkling eye, Round Loch na Garr, while the stormy mist gathers,

And think that cye 10 Truth was dear, Wieter presides in his cold icy car;

To trust a passing wanton's sigli,
Clouds there encircle the forms of

my
fathers-

And melt beneath a wanton's tear.
They úwell in the tempests of dark Loch na Garr.

Romance ! disgusted with deceit, III-starrd,” though brave, did no visions foreboding

Far from thy motley court I fly, Tell you that Fate had forsaken your cause?»

Where Affectation holds her seat, Ah! were you destined to die at Culloden, 3

And sickly Sensibility; Victory crown'd not your fall with applause :

Whose silly tears can never flow Still were you happy, iu death's early slumber

For any pangs excepting thine; You rest with your clan, in the caves of Braemar; 4

Who turns aside from real woe, The Pibroch5 resounds to the piper's loud number

To steep in dew thy gaudy shrine:
Your deeds on the echocs of dark Loch na Garr.

Now join with sable sympathy,
Years have rolld on, Loch na Garr, since I left you;
Years must elapse cre I tread
you again;

With cypress crown'd, arrayed in weeds,

Who heaves with thee lier simple sigh,
Nature of verdure and flowers las hereft you,
Yet, still, are you dearer than Albion's plain.

Whose breast for every bosom bleeds ; England! thy beauties are tarne and domestic

And call thy sylvan female quire,

To mourn a swain for ever gone,
To one who has roved on the mountains afar;
Oh! for the crags that are wild and majestic,

Who once could glow with equal fire,
The steep frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr!

But bends not now before thy throne. This word is erroneously pronounced PLAD: the proper pronun

Ye genial nymphs, whose ready tears, ciation (according to the Scotch) is shown liy the ortbography.

On all occasions, swiftly tlow; I allude bere to my maternal ancestors, the GORDONE, many Whose bosoms hcave with fancied fears, of wbom fought for the unfortunate Prince Charles, better known

With fancied flames and frenzy glow: by the name of the Preteodor. This branch was nearly allied by blood, as well as attachment, to the Staw 1878. George, the second

Say, will you mourn my absent name, Earl of Huntley, married the Princess Annabella Stewart, daughter

Apostate from your gentle traio? of James the First of Scotland; by her he left four sons: the third, An infant Bard, at least, may claim Sir William Gordon, I bave the bonour to claim as one of my pro

From you a sympathetic strain. Genitors.

Adieu! fond race, a long adieu !

Years roll on years-10 ages, ages yield-
The hour of fate is hovering nigh;

Abbots to abbots in a line succeed,
Even now the gulf appears in view,

Religion's charter their protecting shield,
Where unlamented you must lie:

Till royal sacrilege their doom decreed.
Oblivion's blackening lake is scen

One holy DENRY reard the Gothic walls,
Convulsed by gales you cannot weather, And bade the pious inmates rest in peace;
Where you, and eke your gentle queen,

Another Henry' the kind gift recals,
Alas! must perish altogether.

And bids devotion's hallow'd echoes cease.
Vain is each threat, or supplicating prayer,

He drives them exiles from their blest abode,
ELEGY ON NEWSTEAD ABBEY."

To roam a dreary world, in deep despair,-
It is the voice of years that are gone! they roll before me with

No friend, no bome, no refuge but their God. all their deeds.

OSSIA.. Hark! how the hall, resounding to the strain,

Shakes with the martial music's novel din !
SEKSTEAD! fast-falling, once resplendent dome! The heralds of a warrior's haughty reign,
Religion's shrine ! repentant Henry's a pride!

High-crested banners, wave thy walls within.
Of warriors, monks, and dames the cloister'd tomb,
Whose pensive shades around thy ruins glide :

Of changing sentinels the distant hum,

The mirth of feasts, the clang of burnislid arms, Hail to thy pile ! more honour'd in thy fall,

The braying trumpet, and the hoarser drum,
Than modern mansions in their pillar'd state;

Unite in concert with increased alarms.
Proudly majestic frowns thy vaulted hall,
Scowling defiance on the blast of fate.

An abbey once, a regal fortress now,

Encircled by insulting rebel powers; So mail-clad serfs, 3 obedient to their lord,

War's dread machines o'erhang thy threatening brow, la grim array, the crimson cross 4 demand,

And dart destruction in sulphureous showers. Or gay assemble round the festive board,

Al! vain defence! the hostile traitor's siegc, Their chief's retainers, an immortal band.

Though oft repulsed, by guile o'ercomes the brave; Else might inspiring Fancy's magic eye

Ilis thronging foes oppress the faithful liege, Retrace their progress, through the lapse of time; Rebellion's recking standards o'er him wave. Marking each ardent youth, ordaind to die,

Not unavenged, the raging baron yields, A Fotive pilgrim, in Judea's clime.

The blood of traitors smears the purple plain; Eat Dot from thee, dark pile! departs the Chief,

Unconquer'd still his faulchion there he wields, His feudal realm in other regions lay;

And days of glory yet for him remain. In thee, the wounded conscience courls relief,

Still, in that hour the warrior wish'd to strew Retiring from the garish blaze of day.

Self-gather'd laurels on a self-sought grave; Yes, in thy gloomy cells and shades profound,

But Charles' protecting genius hither flew, 1 The monk abjured a world he ne'er could view;

The monarch's friend, the monarch's hope, to save. Or blood-staio'd Guilt repenting solace found, Trembling she snatch'd him 3 from the unequal strife, Or lopocence from stern Oppression flew.

lo other fields the torrent to repel,

For nobler combats here reserved his life, å monarch bade thee from that wild arise, Where Sherwood's outlaws once were wont to prowl;

To lead the band where godlike FALKLAND 4 fell. And Superstition's crimes, of various dyes,

From thee, poor pile! to lawless plunder given, 1 Sought shelter in the priest's protecting cowl.

While dying groans their painful requiem sound,

Far different incense now ascends to heavenWhere now the grass exhales a murky dew,

Such victims wallow on the gory ground. The humid pall of life-extinguish'd clay, la sainted fame the sacred fathers grew,

There, many a pale and ruthless robber's corse, 1 Nor raised their pious voices, but to pray.

Noisome and ghast, defiles thy sacred sod;

O'er mingling man, and horse commix'd with horse, Where now the bats their wavering wings extend,

Corruption's heap, the savage spoilers Irod.
Soon as the gloamings spreads her waning shade,
The eboir did oft their mingling vespers blend,

Graves, long with rank and sighing weeds o'erspread, | Or matin orisons to Mary paid.

Ransack'd, resiga perforce their mortal mould;

From ruffian fangs escape not e'en the dead, "As one poem on this subject is printed in the beginning, the Raked from repose, in search of buried gold. matbor bad originally no inteetion of inserting the following: it is "At the Dissolution of the Monasteries, Henry VIII. bestowed * added at the particular request of some friends.

Newstead Abbey on Sir John Byron. * Henry II, founded Newstead soon after the murder of Thomas-a- Newstead sustained a considerable siege in the war between

Charles I. and his Parliament. This word is used by Walter Scout, in his poem, • The Wild ? Lord Byron and his brother Sir William held high commands Hustas, as synonymous with Vassal.

in the royal army; the former was General in Chief in Ireland, • The Red Cross was the badge of the Crusaders.

Lieutenant of the Tower, and Governor to James Duke of York, afAsGloaming," the Scottish word for Twiligbt, is far more terwards the unbappy James II. The latter had a principal share periral, and has been recommended by many eminent literary men. in many actions. Vide Clarendon, Home, etc. particelarly Dr Moore, in his Letters to Burns, I have ventured 10 * Lucius Cary, Lord Viscount Falkland, the most accomplished use it on account of its barmony.

man of bis age, was killed at the battle of Newberry, charging in The Priory was dedicated to the Virgin.

the ranks of Lord Byron's regiment of cavalry.