While there he sate, alone and blind, He launched his vessel,-and in pride Sang through the adventurer's hair. A while he stood upon his feet; And sucked, and sucked him in. And there he is in face of Heaven. But when he was first seen, oh me But for the child, the sightless Boy, Was never half so blessed. And let him, let him go his way, This Child will take no harm. But now the passionate lament, Which from the crowd on shore was sent, In Gaelic, or the English tongue, And quickly with a silent crew young And from the shore their course they take, But soon they move with softer pace; Or as the wily sailors crept To seize (while on the Deep it slept) They steal upon their prey. With sound the least that can be made, They follow, more and more afraid, And guesses their intent. Lei-gha-Lei-gha❞—he then cried out, Lei-gha—Lei-gha❞—with eager shout; Thus did he and thus did pray, cry, And what he meant was, "Keep away, Alas! and when he felt their hands- So all his dreams-that inward light As he had ever known. But hark! a gratulating voice, And then, when he was brought to land, And in the general joy of heart With sound like lamentation. But most of all, his Mother dear, The Child; when she can trust her eyes, She led him home, and wept amain, Thus, after he had fondly braved And in the lonely Highland dell Note.-It is recorded in Dampier's Voyages, that a boy, son of the captain of a Man-of-War, seated himself in a Turtle-shell, and floated in it from the shore to his father's ship, which lay at anchor at the distance of half a mile. In deference to the opinion of a Friend, I have substituted such a shell for the less elegant vessel in which my blind Voyager did actually entrust himself to the dangerous current of Loch Leven, as was related to me by an eye-witness. MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN SCOTLAND. 1814. [IN this tour, my wife and her sister Sara were my companions. The account of the "Brownie's Cell" and the Brownies was given me by a man we met with on the banks of Loch Lomond, a little above Tarbert, and in front of a huge mass of rock, by the side of which, we were told, preachings were often held in the open air. The place is quite a solitude, and the surrounding scenery very striking. How much is it to be regretted that, instead of writing such Poems as the "Holy Fair" and others, in which the religious observances of his country are treated with so much levity and too often with indecency, Burns had not employed his genius in describing religion under the serious and affecting aspects it must so frequently take.] I. SUGGESTED BY A BEAUTIFUL RUIN UPON ONE OF THE ISLANDS OF LOCH LOMOND, A PLACE CHOSEN FOR THE RETREAT OF A SOLITARY INDIVIDUAL, FROM WHOM THIS HABITATION ACQUIRED THE NAME OF THE BROWNIE'S CELL. I. To barren heath, bleak moor, and quaking fen, Or into trackless forest set With trees, whose lofty umbrage met; To such apartments as they found, |