XVI. THE BROWNIE. Upon a small island not far from the head of Loch Lomond, are some remains of an ancient building, which was for several years the abode of a solitary Individual, one of the last survivors of the clan of Macfarlane, once powerful in that neighbourhood. Passing along the shore opposite this island in the year 1814, the Author learned these particulars, and that this person then living there had acquired the appellation of 'The Brownie.' See "The Brownie's Cell," p. 44, Vol. iii. ; to which the following is a sequel. 'How disappeared he ?' Ask the newt and toad; Under an arch of that forlorn abode; Where he, unpropped, and by the gathering flood Drove from itself, we trust, all frightful gloom. own hut, who, wishing to make a return, said to her daughter, in Erse, in a tone of plaintive earnestness, "I would give anything I have, but I hope she does not wish for my Broach!" and, uttering these words, she put her hand upon the Broach which fastened her kerchief, and which, she imagined, had attracted the eye of her benefactress. XVII. TO THE PLANET VENUS, AN EVENING STAR. COMPOSED AT LOCH LOMOND. THOUGH joy attend Thee orient at the birth The mountain borders of this seat of care, XVIII. BOTHWELL CASTLE. (PASSED UNSEEN, ON ACCOUNT OF STORMY WEATHER.) [IN my Sister's Journal is an account of Bothwell Castle as it appeared to us at that time.] IMMURED in Bothwell's towers, at times the Brave (So beautiful is Clyde) forgot to mourn VOL. IV. I The liberty they lost at Bannockburn. Once on those steeps I roamed at large, and have Than blame the present, that our wish hath crost. XIX. PICTURE OF DANIEL IN THE LIONS' DEN, AT HAMILTON PALACE. AMID a fertile region green with wood And fresh with rivers, well did it become To naturalise this tawny Lion brood; Children of Art, that claim strange brotherhood The wind with terror while they roar for food. XX. THE AVON. A FEEDER OF THE ANNAN. ["YET is it one that other rivulets bear." There is the Shakspeare Avon, the Bristol Avon; the one that flows by Salisbury, and a small river in Wales, I believe, bear the name; Avon being in the ancient tongue the general name for river.] AVON-a precious, an immortal name! Yet is it one that other rivulets bear Like this unheard-of, and their channels wear Of Streams to Nature's love, where'er they flow; Shrink from thy name, pure Rill, with unpleased ears. XXI. SUGGESTED BY A VIEW FROM AN EMINENCE IN INGLEWOOD FOREST. [THE extensive forest of Inglewood has been enclosed within my memory. I was well acquainted with it in its ancient state. The Hart's-horn tree mentioned in the next Sonnet was one of its remarkable objects, as well as another tree that grew upon an eminence not far from Penrith it was single and conspicuous; and being of a round shape, though it was universally known to be a Sycamore, it was always called the "Round Thorn," so difficult is it to chain fancy down to fact.] THE forest huge of ancient Caledon That swept from hill to hill, from flood to flood: Nor wants the holy Abbot's gliding Shade |