Old Reim-kennar, to thy art Mother Hertha sends her part; She, whose gracious bounty gives Needful food for all that lives, From the deep mine of the North Came the mystic metal forth, Doom'd amidst disjointed stones, Long to cere a champion's bones, Disinhumed my charms to aidMother Earth, my thanks are paid.

Girdle of our islands dear,
Element of Water, hear!
Thou whose power can overwhelm
Broken mounds and ruin'd realm

On the lowly Belgian strand,
All thy fiercest rage can never
Of our soil a furlong sever

From our rock-defended land; Play then gently thou thy part, To assist old Norna's art.

Elements, each other greeting,

Gifts and power attend your meeting!

Thou, that over billows dark
Safely send'st the fisher's bark,-

Giving him a path and motion

Through the wilderness of ocean;

Thou, that when the billows brave ye,
O'er the shelves canst drive the navy,-
Didst thou chafe as one neglected,
While thy brethren were respected?
To appease thee, see, I tear
This full grasp of grizzled hair;
Oft thy breath hath through it sung,
Softening to my magic tongue,-
Now, 'tis thine to bid it fly
Through the wide expanse of sky,
'Mid the countless swarms to sail
Of wild-fowl wheeling on thy gale;
Take thy portion and rejoice,-
Spirit, thou hast heard my voice!

She who sits by haunted well,
Is subject to the Nixies' spell;
She who walks on lonely beach,
To the Mermaid's charmed speech;
She who walks round ring of green,
Offends the peevish Fairy Queen;
And she who takes rest in the Dwarfie's cave,
A weary weird of woe shall have.

By ring, by spring, by cave, by shore,
Minna Troil has braved all this and more;
And yet hath the root of her sorrow and ill,
A source that's more deep and more mystical

still.

(4.)-CHAP. XI.

-All your ancient customs,

And long-descended usages, I'll change.
Ye shall not eat, nor drink, nor speak, nor move,
Think, look, or walk, as ye were wont to do;
Even your marriage-beds shall know mutation;
The bride shall have the stock, the groom the wall;
For all old practice will I turn and change,
And call it reformation-marry, will I!

'Tis Even that we're at Odds.

(5.)-CHAP. XIV.

We'll keep our customs-what is law itself,
But old establish'd custom? What religion
(I mean, with one-half of the men that use it),
Save the good use and wont that carries them
To worship how and where their fathers worshipp'd!
All things resolve in custom-we'll keep ours
Old Play.

(6.)-CHAP. XXV.

-I do love these ancient ruins! We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history, And questionless, here in this open court (Which now hes naked to the injuries Of stormy weather), some men lie interr'd, Loved the Church so well, and gave so largely to it. They thought it should have canopied their bones Till doomsday;-but all things have their endChurches and cities, which have diseases like to men, Must have like death which we have.

Duchess of Malfs.

Come, Clerk, and give your bugle breath; Carle, now the King's come!

"Come, Wemyss, who modest merit aids; Come, Rosebery, from Dalmeny shades; Breadalbane, bring your belted plaids; Carle, now the King's come!

"Come, stately Niddrie, auld and true, Girt with the sword that Minden knew; We have o'er few such lairds as youCarle, now the King's come!

"King Arthur's grown a common crier, He's heard in Fife and far Cantire,'Fie, lads, behold my crest of fire !'"

Carle, now the King's come!

"Saint Abb roars out, 'I see him pass, Between Tantallon and the Bass!' Calton, get out your keeking-glass

Carle, now the King's come!"

The Carline stopp'd; and, sure I am,
For very glee had ta'en a dwam,
But Oman help'd her to a dram.—
Cogie, now the King's come!

Cogie, now the King's come! Cogie, now the King's come! I'se be fou' and ye's be toom, Cogie, now the King's come!

CARLE, NOW THE KING'S COME.

PART SECOND.

A HAWICK gill of mountain dew,

Heised up Auld Reekie's heart, I trow,

It minded her of Waterloo

Carle, now the King's come!"

Again I heard her summons swell,
For, sic a dirdum and a yell,

Edinburgh, to receive him at the Harestone (in which the standard of James IV. was erected when his army encamped on the Boroughmuir, before his fatal expedition to England), now built into the park-wall at the end of Tipperlin Lone, near the Boroughmuir-head; and, standing thereon, to give three blasts on a horn.

7 MS.-"Brave Arthur's Seat's a story higher; Saint Abbe is shouting to Kintire,

"You lion, light up a crest of fire.'"'

As seen from the west, the ridge of Arthur's Seat bears a marked resemblance to a lion couchant.

Mr. Oman, landlord of the Waterloo Hotel.
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