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, On the lowly Belgian strand, 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 Giving him a path and motion Through the wilderness of ocean; Thou, that when the billows brave ye, She who sits by haunted well, By ring, by spring, by cave, by shore, still. (4.)-CHAP. XI. -All your ancient customs, And long-descended usages, I'll change. 'Tis Even that we're at Odds. (5.)-CHAP. XIV. We'll keep our customs-what is law itself, (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, 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, 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. |