Yet who, in Fortune's summer-shine

upon the oars of a galley, and which is therefore distinct To waste life's longest term away,

from the ordinary jorrams, or boat-songs. They were Would change that glorious dawn of thine, composed by the Family Bard upon the departure of Though darken'd ere its noontide day?

the Earl of Seaforth, who was obliged to take refuge in

Spain, after an unsuccessful effort at insurrection in Be thine the Tree whose dauntless boughs favour of the Stuart family, in the year 1718.

Brave summer's drought and winter's gloom !
Rome bound with oak her patriots' brows, FAREWELL to Mackenneth, great Earl of the North,
As Albyn shadows Wogan's tomb.

The Lord of Lochcarron, Glenshiel, and Seaforth;
Chap. xxix.

To the Chieftain this morning his course who began,
Launching forth on the billows his bark like a swan.

For a far foreign land he has hoisted his sail, (11.)“ FOLLOW ME, FOLLOW ME.”

Farewell to Mackenzie, High Chief of Kintail ! “ “Who are dead?' said Waverley, forgetting the incapacity of Davie to hold any connected discourse. O swift be the galley, and hardy her crew,

“ Baron-and Baillie--and Sanders Sanderson, May her captain be skilful, her mariners true, and Lady Rose, that sang sae sweet-A' dead and in danger undaunted, unwearied by toil, gane-dead and gane, (said Davie)

Though the whirlwind should rise, and the ocean

should boil : But follow, follow me,

On the brave vessel's gunnel I drank his bonail, While głow-worms light the lea,

And farewell to Maekenzie, High Chief of Kintail! I'll show ye where the dead should beEach in his shroud,

Awake in thy chamber, thou sweet southland gale! While winds pipe loud,

Like the sighs of his people, breathe soft on his sail; And the red moon peeps dim through the cloud. Be prolong'd as regret, that his vassals must know,

Be fair as their faith, and sincere as their woe: Foilow, follow me;

Be so soft, and so fair, and so faithful, sweet gale, Brave should he be

Wafting onward Mackenzie, High Chief of Kintail ! That treads by the night the dead man's lea.”

Chap. Ixiji.

Be his pilot experienced, and trusty, and wise,
To measure the seas and to study the skies:
May he hoist all his canvass from streamer to deck,

But 0! crowd it higher when wafting him back-
The author of Waverley?

Till the cliffs of Skooroora, and Conan's glad vale, [“ I am not able to give the exact date of the follow- Shall welcome Mackenzie, High Chief of Kintail! ing reply to one of John Ballantyne's expostulations on the subject of the secret:"-Life, vol. iv., p. 179.]

The original verses are arranged to a beautiful Gaelic | And shalt thou then sleep, did the Minstrel exclaim,

air, of which the chorus is adapted to the double pull Like the son of the lowly, unnoticed by fame?

1 Bonail, or Bonallez, the old Scottish phrase for a feast at He was a nobleman of extraordinary talents, who must have parting with a friend.

made for himself a lasting reputation, had not his political ex2 These verses were written shortly after the death of Lord ertions been checked by the painful viatural infirmities alluded Seaforth, the last male representative of his illustrious house. to in the fourth stanza.-See Life of Scolt, vol. v., pp. 18, 19.

Nor then, with more delighted ear,

Where, through battle's rout and roel,
The circle round her drew,

Storm of shot and hedge of steel,
Than ours, when gather'd round to hear

Led the grandson of Lochiel,
Our songstress' at Saint Cloud.

Valiant Fassiefern.

Through steel and shot he leads no more,
Few happy hours poor mortals pass,-

Low laid 'mid friends' and foemen's gore-
Then give those hours their due,

But long his native lake's wild shore,
And rank among the foremost class

And Sunart rough, and high Ardgower,
Our evenings at Saint Cloud.

And Morven long shall tell,
And proud Bennevis hear with awe,
How, upon bloody Quatre-Bras,
Brave Cameron heard the wild hurra

Of conquest as he fell.4

The Dance af meath.?

1815.

I.
Night and morning' were at meeting

Over Waterloo;
Cocks bad sung their earliest greeting;

Faint and low they crew,
For no paly beam yet shone
On the heights of Mount Saint John;
Tempest-clouds prolong'd the sway
Of timeless darkness over day;
Whirlwind, thunder-clap, and shower,
Mark'd it a predestined hour.
Broad and frequent through the night
Flash'd the sheets of levin-light;
Muskets, glancing lightnings back,
Show'd the dreary bivouac

Where the soldier lay,
Chill and stiff, and drench'd with rain,
Wishing dawn of morn again,

Though death should come with day.

III.
'Lone on the outskirts of the host,
The weary sentinel held post,
And heard, through darkness far aloof,
The frequent clangs of courser's hoof,
Where held the cloak’d patrol their course,
And spurr'd 'gainst storm the swerving horse;
But there are sounds in Allan's ear,
Patrol nor sentinel may hear,
And sights before his eye aghast
Invisible to them have pass'd,

When down the destined plain,
"Twixt Britain and the bands of France,
Wild as marsh-borne meteor's glance,
Strange phantoms wheeld a revel dance,

And doom'd the future slain.-
Such forms were seen, such sounds were heard,
When Scotland's James his march prepared

For Flodden's fatal plain ; 8
Such, when he drew his ruthless sword,
As Choosers of the Slain, adored

The yet unchristen'd Dane.
An indistinct and phantom band,
They wheeld their ring-dance hand in hand,

With gestures wild and dread;
The Seer, who watch'd them ride the storm,
Saw through their faint and shadowy form

The lightning's flash more red;
And still their ghastly roundelay
Was of the coming battle-fray,

And of the destined dead.

II.
'Tis at such a tide and hour,
Wizard, witch, and fiend have power,
And ghastly forms through mist and shower

Gleam on the gifted ken;
And then the affrighted prophet's ear
Drinks whispers strange of fate and fear
Presaging death and ruin near

Among the sons of men ;-
Apart from Albyn's war-array,
'Twas then grey Allan sleepless lay;
Grey Allan, who, for many a day,

Had follow'd stout and stern,

IV.

Song.
" Wheel the wild dance
While lightnings glance,

And thunders rattle loud,
And call the brave
To bloody grave,

To sleep without a shroud.

| These lines were written after an evening spent at Saint Cloud with the late Lady Alvanley and her daughters, one of whom was the songstress alluded to in the text.

2 Originally published in 1815, in the Edinburgh Annual Register, rolo

8 MS.-“ Dawn and darkness."
4 See note, ante, p. 505.
8 MS.-“ Oft came the clang," &c.

6 See ante, Marmion, canto V., stanzas 24, 25, 26, and Appendix, Note 4 A., p. 165.

the air,

« And grant, immortal Queen of Heaven,” was still Even when the battle-roar was deep,
the Soldier's prayer,

With dauntless heart he hew'd his way, “ That I may prove the bravest knight, and love the 'Mid splintering lance and falchion-sweep, fairest fair."

And still was heard his warrior-lay:

“ My life it is my country's right, His oath of honour on the shrine he graved it with his My heart is in my lady's bower; sword,

(Lord; For love to die, for fame to fight,
And follow'd to the Holy Land the banner of his Becomes the valiant Troubadour."
Where, faithful to his noble vow, his war-cry fillid

Alas! upon the bloody field
“ Be honour'd aye the bravest knight, beloved the He fell beneath the foeman’s glaive,
fairest fair."

But still reclining on his shield,

Expiring sung the exulting stave :-
They owed the conquest to his arm, and then his “ My life it is my country's right,
Liege-Lord said,

My heart is in my lady's bower;
“ The heart that has for honour beat by bliss must be For love and fame to fall in fight
repaid.

Becomes the valiant Troubadour.”
My daughter Isabel and thou shall be a wedded pair,
For thou art bravest of the brave, she fairest of the
fair."

fram the French.'
And then they bound the holy knot before Saint Mary's
shrine,

1815.
That makes a paradise on earth, if hearts and hands
combine;

[there,
And every lord and lady bright, that were in chapel It chanced that Cupid on season,
Cried, “ Honour'd be the bravest knight, beloved the

By Fancy urged, resolved to wed,
fairest fair!”

But could not settle whether Reason

Or Folly should partake his bed.