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I gazed alternately at the bearer therein, without leave of the proand his billet, not knowing how to prietor,—and notwithstanding the demean myself, until he deigned to favourite broomy knowes whereon I make his farewell bow, the which I played are all fenced about, and full politely returned, together with every of man-traps and spring-guns, to deexpression of thankfulness that dumb

ter the unqualified man froin turning show could possibly devise, and we aside,-still do I love to linger on the parted without exchanging a sylla- highway, like a ghost "permitted to ble, he to follow his lawful business, review this world,” surveying the and I to ponder in my study, quite grounds that my associates of yore, delighted with the young man's self- and their now forsaken companion, denial, and the fine-toned delicacy perambulated, without forgathering of his uncle. Thus, Mr Editor, have with a surly gamekeeper, to say, I honestly delineated the visage of “ What doest thou?” and light leaps every material fact, just as it occur- my heart when I descry the Cairn red, without distorting a single fea- Croft, where many a mettlesome ture; and therefore it only remaineth game at “ England and Scotland" for me to say, my dear Sir, will you was played, and the little rill that have the goodness to dispose of Mr turned our water-mill, and the BureD.'s mental donation, precisely in stone of our mock Bannockburn, the same manner as you appropria, where swords of rushes, and spears al that of my anonymous friend X. of bullrushes, were broken and shiY. Z., and thereby oblige yours, vered in bloodless fray. Then the for evermore,

Auld Hu', roofless and desolate, Saul. KilliGREW. calleth on every social recollection London, 1823.

that inhabiteth my breast. I cast a

sorrowful look on the ancient gables Brackenfell, a Reverie.

matted with ivy, and gaze on the

barren hearth, so often compassed Tine hath neither withered my about, in my father's lifetime, with cheek, nor age thinned my temples, neighbourly good fellowship, and nor kindlier climes tempted me to bethink me of the joyous days and forsake my native stream, even for a the merry forenights that stole away a season ; yet do I live in a strange before we were aware; recollections place, and dwell amongst neighbours written on my heart too legibly ever of yesterday's growth. The spirit to be eradicated. of adventure stimulated many of my young friends to seek for graves in a Scenes of delight, dissolv'd like phantom distant land; disease carried off many air, more; and the sword hath had its Teeming with bliss, too exquisite to last; share. Thus am I left alone with My heart, though wrung with ever-gnaw. out a companion, whose joyous face

ing care, welcomed me to the play-green. Forgets the present, brooding o'er the past. Even the scenery I wont to range Scenes of mine early days, ye often gleam, when a boy, is partially shifted, and With light illusive, on my wandering the hamlet that gave me birth is no

mind; more ; so effect:ially hath fanciful But shoot, alas ! like nightly meteor beam, improvement been at work for these And leave a dreary, darksome void belast fifty years.

hind. Yet, 'notwithstanding the many Can I forget the hearth of Brakenfell, changes that time, and chance, and

Though every wind of heaven sweeps whim, have brought about, all tend

the floor? ing, in my opinion, to blemish the Can I forget the home I lov'd so well, fair face of nature,--though the bat Though nettles choak, and brambles flitteth in my father's house, and guard the door ? every scene that delighted my young And you, companions of my happier days, heart is gradually passing away, -, Ere aught of life's envenom'd ills I though the burn, whose every pool knew; I knew, is denominated a Trouting Still in my heart, unwarpt by worldly Stream,"-prosecution awaiting all

ways, men who presume to finger a fin With filial fondness do I cherish you.


I'll try,

of song,

Your memories still my fading joys renew, Thy goodness found, illum'd his mighty

And vivify my bosom's throbbing core ; mind, My pulse beats holder than it want to do; And o'er him “thine inspiring mantle I feel sensations never felt before.

threw"I feel the fervour of poetic fire;

Stampt his wild throbbing heart with NaMy light heart flutters with romantic ture's seal ; joy ;

Taught him his country's loves and joys I feel a wildly bold, sublime desire,

to sing; To meet you all, my friends, before I die. And in his breast infus'd what good men

feel, And whilst the wealthy man, with equi. When kneeling down to heaven's eter. page,

nal King Beseeming rank, in lordly state repairs,

Still to unletter'd genius thou art
To eye with critic glance the classic stage,
Where phrenzied Hamlet raves,

The fondling friend, the tutor of his

tongue, Douglas dares

Still whispering to the peasant's artless Will I the theatre of Faney rear,

heart With vent'rous hand my homely skill

The rural themes, and rural scenes un

sung The simple scenery Nature's wardrope The witch’ry of thy voice, diffusing glad, fair,

And waking harınony on every spray, The actors, too, all school'd beneath her

Enticed to Ettrick Banks the shepherd lad, eye.

And taught him on his mountain-pipe Come, heav'nly maid! of mild and graceful

to play. mein,

Calld from their graves, thine ancient sons Laughing and lovely as thou wont to be On lily lawn, burn, bank, and daisied

The Dalesman brave and doughty green,

Mountaineer, When at the trysted hour thou wel.

Humming the soul-delighting strains that com'd me.

rung Thy raven ringlets, wove with lily flow'r;

Through Holyrood, in Royal Mary's ear. Thy polish'd temples bound with blos. Come, sprightly damsel of celestial birth, som'd heath;

And bid the Grange of Brakenfell apThy balmy lips, and virgin bosom pure,

pear; Vieing the honey-suckle's fragrant With blazing faggots heap the glowing breath.


The once convivial learth to me so dear. Come, with thy check so ruddy and so ripe, Thy beaming eye, the harbinger of

The ancient girnal, cary'd with tasteful morn,

skill, Waking the love-lorn shepherd's moun- The bunker, langseille, and elbow-chair; tain-pipe,

The gudewife's flaxen thrift and spinning, Or winding the blithe dalesman's har. wheel, vest-horn.

The shelves replete with shining pewThough worldly men may eye thy charms with scorn,

And every household loom, though e'er so Yet ever wilt thou seem, lov'd lass, to

rude, me,

In colours fair with faithful pencil draw, Fair as the day.star of my marriage-morn,

All placed in goodly order as they stood, Dear as the infant smiling on my knee.

When last the lov'd endearing scene I Charm'd by the magic smile, in Habbie's

Then lift thine eyes, and beckon to the Howe,

graves, Did rural Ramsay to the heart indite,

Call to the hapless sailor's billowy tomb; And taught, in living strains, the breast to

At thy rebuke, the rude and restless waves glow,

Will cease to lift their heaving breasts The ravish'd ear to listen rith delight.

of foam.

ter ware.


Again, on hermit Ayr, the whistling hind, And he who perish'd in the rueful strife Unknown and poor-rough at the rus- Will wring his oozy locks and come tic plough,




Though in his breast the deep death. Along the heath I wend my lonesome way, wounds are rife,

I pass the ancient cairn and haunted Though round his corald bones the cleugh, dolphins play.

With panting speed I climb the beacon

brac, And be who fell on Egypt's burning sand,

And down the fell my wayward route Where stalks the ghost of many a gal.

pursue. lant foe, Will seek, on shadowy wing, his native Now hasting onward through the broomy land,

park, And from his grasp the bloody sabre A welcome, well-known voice salutes throw.

mine car,

The kindly collie fawns, I hear his bark, Array him in the homely plowman trews Full well he knows a friendly foot is And plaid, he wont to wear at Braken

fell, Ere bloody laurel bound his soldier brows,

I climb the milking stile in eager haste,

I pass the bogle-bush and fairy-well ; Ere warrior spirits rang his dying knell.

And now, with palpitating heart, at last And when from undulating ocean's womb,

I see the gladsome Grange of Braken

fell : And battle-field and consecrated ground, The welcome actors all rejoicing come I see the icicles hanging from the thatch, O'er glen and burn, with light and airy The voice of merriment falls on mine bound;

With trembling hand I lightly lift the The widely-scatter*d living will require

latch, The aid of thy divine, thy mystic lore,

And enter with my wonted “ Prace be Ere they assemble round the sacred fire,

here!” That Fancy beets to glad my heart once more.

Creative Fancy, like a powerful The aged man a ruddy youth must be,

magician, having thus called togeShake from his locks the snowy drift

ther “ the companions of my happier of time;

days,” I salute them all, from the A playful infant on his mother's knee, gudeman to the herd ladie, and sit The youth exulting now in manhood's me doun on an ideal langsettle. prime;

Then is the book of remembrance

unclasped. I turn over the leaves, The ancient matron in her wicker chair, and read a select passage here and A busy housewife, active, snod, and there, illustrative of the characters clean ;

before me. Every one of them is reThe mother lessoning her stripling heir, Cloth'd in the ripening bloom of gay esteem. But there is a private leat,

corded precisely as he ranked in m my sixteen :

that no man ever perused, save he l'nmask the scenery, bid the curtain rise, who enjoyed my earliest friendship, Shed heavenly light on forest, glade,

--a leat, whereon the secrets of my and glen;

heart are written, and as I read the Far on the hill my vision-seeing cyes

sacred pages, and ponder on its marDiscern the mist-embodied shades of gins, and call to mind the warmmen.

hearted youth whose memory is dear

to me, because we were like David I see the moon-beams on their features and Jonathan,

play, Eaeh welcome face to me is known A cold hand lifts the latch, and opes the full well,

door, OaFard they speed, wrapt in their plaids A welcome foot falls lightly on the floor,

A gliding spectre rushes on my view, Along the paths that lead to Brakenfell. Whose face my dear first-born afiections

knew. And I will take my staff, with right good In Highland garb, full on the floor he will,

stands, And hie me o'er the moor, a blithe. Bleak are his limbs, and bloody aré his some wight;

hands ; The rew-woke moon has clothed the He bares his breast, where gapes the batlonely hill,

tle-wound, And shingly cliffs, with purc celestial light. He heaves a sigh, and wildly looks around

of gray,

drew ;

No earthly beam his sunken eye illumes, And plaid, whose tartan folds became No earthly tremour shakes his bonnet

thee well, plumes.

The plaid thou wont to wear at Braken. Wan is the cheek where roses wont to

fell. blow, Pale are the lips where rubies wont to glow;

My young friend becomes one of And bathed the hands in deeper streams

us, and the illusive waking-dream I trew,

approximates so nigh to reality, that Than e'er, on truant day, the wild briar I see the grey-haired men laying a

side their plaids, and the youngsters When we, with psalmless tongues, on

resigning their seats. O how the Monday morn,

blissful vision delighteth my heart ! Dreading the lash of wrath and cap of how cheerily the dear remembrances scorn,

that dwell in my breast commune to. And pains and penalties to dunces due, gether! Now they are seated in perForsook the classic path, and sought the fect order, and all busy in their way. cleugh

The lads weave their stockings, the There rambling in the lap of boyish play, lasses take to their wheels, the face· Strolling from briary brake to thorny

tious grey-beards to joke and jest, brae;

and I to treasure up their apothegms. We sought, with eager eye and anxious breast,

But the marrowy sayings that fill my The magpie's eyrie and the throstle's nest,

heart with joy, and my head with Or, with marauding hands, forray'd the

wisdom, are unmeet for the ears of dell,

men and women now-a-days. ReWatch'd the wild bee, and suck'd her finement hath scrubbed their under. little cell,

standings, and pruned their judgOr cut a whistle from the birchen tree, ments, and blanched their intellects And hush'd the blackbird with our me. 80 very effectually with boardinglody

school leys and acids, that wholesome

knowledge is become altogether un. But other play for him was will'd by palatable, and frivolity the only menfate,

tal sustenance they can partake of. And other game his manhood did await, When he, with native ardour flaming high, and beaux learn to dance before they

Hence it is, that our modern belles Glanced on the fiery Gaul a soldier's eye ; And, with his wonted valour, fought and

have learnt the decalogue, and are bled,

taught to preside at table before they Where Abercrombie found a soldier's bed,

can say the grace. Hence it is, that Where he, death-stricken in his full ca.

their morals are lax, their conversa

tion effeminate, their manners childHeard “Victory" resound from van to ish, and as for conviviality,

How quaint their humour, and how vague Saw, e'er he clos'd for ay a soldier's eye,

their wit ! The vaunting foe before his valour fly ; How tame and marrowless the tales Felt, e'er he sunk in everlasting sleep, What heroes feel, who Glory's harvests Unlike the merriment that wont to flit reap,

Around the heartsome hearth of Bra. The joy of lifting up his country's name,

kenfell ; And living in the voice of her acclaim. Companion of my youth, mine early

That happy hearth, replete with homely

joys, friend,

of which my heart so chearfully parBrought by thine ardour to a bloody end,

took, Why gleams on me that battle-beaming

Where trysted love replied with speaking eye, Keen as the sheering brand upon thy


rear :

they tell !

eyes, thigh ?

Glancing responsive from the chimney

nook : Why, like a stranger, stands the mighty brave,

That hearth, though by the classic Muse Clad in the weeds of an untimely grave ?

unsung, Dismiss that martial air, and lay aside The trysting-place of lively wit and fun; The garb of war, in crimson deeply dyed; For there to maid and matron, old and And, in the homely weeds of peace appear,

young, The jerkin, vest, and trews thou wont to On evenings when the last mill-dam was





Welcome thy presence as the vernal Not o'er a friendlier face the thistles wave, shower,

Not on a gentler breast the daisy Glenquairn, companion of the grave and

blooms." Form'd were thy features for convivial

But there is a man whom the unhour;

fortunate look up to—a visitor of no Young was thy humour, though thy inean degreem-seated on the gudelocks were grey

man's right, and his favourite dog

Varro panting on the hearth before What though thine end no poet did nar- him. I see his well-known fowlingrate,

piece standing against the inner halNor grav'd thy humble stone with liv.

lan, discharged of its death-dealing ing verse?

load, and his game-bag hanging on What though no human hands did deco.

the kipple-pin.

He hath been successful on the Thy home with 'scutchons, nor with plumes thy hearse ?

moor as a sportsman, and doubly so

as a philanthropist, for the wail of Yet will thy memory live in Niddesdale,

three little children called him to a Thou man of sinless mirth and social lone house, where disease and acciglee;

dent were about to make them orWhilst hawthorns shed their fragrance on phans, and he entered like a ministhe gale,

tering spirit. Eminent and experiWhilst round the lily hums the moun- enced is he in medicine, skilful and tain-bee.

tender-hearted where the surgeon's

hand is requisite, and, like unto his The rillage politician holds his ground, Master, he goeth about doing good

[ndinching firm in argumentive fray ; And this the preface of his logic sound, Like angel aid, descending from on high, * As worthy Auld Glenquhirn was His helping hand did smooth my wont to say."

friendless way ;

And now grown rich, the sacred debt Then quotes a precept, sage, or roundelay,

will I, That woke the dormant heart, or awed With chearful soul and grateful heart, the soul;

repay. When thou in grave debate maintain'd the sway,

Dunfillan! form'd of Nature's kindliest Or sat facetious by the potent bowl.


And lov'd by men of high and low de. At close of day, the ruddy, playful boy,

gree, So blithely climbs his fondling mother's

The longing arms of Death did nc'er in. knee;

fold And she exhilarates his sprightly joy,

A gentleman of goodlier worth than With many a mirthful anecdote of thee.

thee. The nightly rambling hallanshaker plies Learning devoutly, with unclouded brow, Around the Grange, wrapt in his woo- Pour'd on thy gentle mind his wine

ing plaid ; And our gudewife exclaims, with uplift And virtue sprang, and latent goodness eyes,

grew, Glenguhirn! when will thy roving Rich and luxuriant from the genial soil. sprite be laid ?

Shade of the just and good ! if from on " Thy freaks were rife through all the

high neighbourhoood,

Thou see'st me shed this tributary tear, At bridal, tryste, and blithsome hal.

Or, baply, on the night-wind passing by, lowe'en;

If mortal voice can find immortal ear, Mirth, was thy fee, and frolic was thy food,

Attend, Dunfillan, and receive from me Era when thyself the piper paid, I

The hallow'd tribute of a sorrowing

friend :

“Oh may I run mine earthly race liko " Yet the unsatiated hungry grave

thee, No warmer, worthier heart than thine Loy'd in my life, lamented in mine intombs;

cnd !"

and oil ;


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