1 "The MacGregor is come." other to the property or possession of Craig-Royston, a domain For the history of the clan, see Introduction to Rob Roy, of rock and forest, lying on the east side of Loch Lomond, Waverley Novels, vol. vii. where that beautiful lake stretches into the dusky mountains of Glenfalloch.”—Introduction to Rob Roy, Waverley Novels, vol. vii. p. 31. "Rob Roy MacGregor's own designation was of Innersnaid; but he appears to have acquired a right of some kind or "THE window of a turret, which projected at an angle with the wall, and thus came to be very near Lovel's apartment, was half open, and from that quarter he heard again the same music which had probably broken short his dream. With its visionary character it had lost much of its charms-it was now nothing more than an air on the harpsicord, tolerably well performed-such is the caprice of imagination as affecting the fine arts. A female voice sung, with some taste and great simplicity, something between a song and a hymn, in words to the following effect :"— "WHY sit'st thou by that ruin'd hall, Thou aged carle so stern and grey? Dost thou its former pride recal, Or ponder how it pass'd away?"— "Know'st thou not me?" the Deep Voice cried; "So long enjoy'd, so oft misused— Alternate, in thy fickle pride, Desired, neglected, and accused! "Before my breath, like blazing flax, Man and his marvels pass away! And changing empires wane and wax, Are founded, flourish, and decay. (3.)-ELSPETH'S BALLAD. "As the Antiquary lifted the latch of the hut, he was surprised to hear the shrill tremulous voice of Elspeth chanting forth an old ballad in a wild and doleful recitative:”— THE herring loves the merry moon-light, Now haud your tongue, baith wife and carle, And I will sing of Glenallan's Earl The cronach's cried on Bennachie, And hieland and lawland may mournfu' be They saddled a hundred milk-white steeds, They hadna ridden a mile, a mile, A mile, but barely ten, 1 Mr., afterwards Sir William Arbuthnot, the Lord Provost Walter Scott's; and these Verses, with their heading, are now of Edinburgh, who had the honour to entertain the Grand-given from the newspapers of 1816. Duke, now Emperor of Russia, was a personal friend of Sir 2T When Donald came branking down the brae Wi' twenty thousand men. Their tartans they were waving wide, Their glaives were glancing clear, The pibrochs rung frae side to side, Would deafen ye to hear. The great Earl in his stirrups stood, That Highland host to see: "Now here a knight that 's stout and good May prove a jeopardie: "What would'st thou do, my squire so gay, "To turn the rein were sin and shame, "Were I Glenallan's Earl this tide, "If they hae twenty thousand blades, "My horse shall ride through ranks sae rude, He turn'd him right and round again, Chap. xl. MOTTOES IN THE ANTIQUARY. "THE scraps of poetry which have been in most cases tacked to the beginning of chapters in these Novels, are sometimes quoted either from reading or from memory, but, in the general case, are pure invention. I found it too troublesome to turn to the collection of the British Poets to discover apposite mottoes, and, in the situation of the theatrical mechanist, who, when the white paper which represented his shower of snow was exhausted, continued the shower by snowing brown, I drew on my memory as long as I could, and when that |