II. "Not faster yonder rowers' might Melts in the lake away, Than men from memory erase The benefits of former days; count of the office, and of a bard whom he heard exercise his talent of recitation :-"The bard is skilled in the genealogy of all the Highland families, sometimes preceptor to the young laird, celebrates in Irish verse the original of the tribe, the famous war. like actions of the successive heads, and sings his own lyricks as an opiate to the chief, when indisposed for sleep; but poets are not equally esteemed and honoured in all countries. I happened to be a witness of the dishonour done to the muse, at the house of one of the chiefs, where two of these bards were set at a good distance, at the lower end of a long table, with a parcel of Highlanders of no extraordinary appearance, over a cup of ale. Poor inspiration! They were not asked to drink a glass of wine at our table, though the whole company consisted only of the great man, one of his near relations, and myself. After some little time, the chief ordered one of them to sing me a Highland song. The bard readily obeyed, and with a hoarse voice, and in a tune of few various notes, began, as I was told, one of his own lyricks : and when he had proceeded to the fourth or fifth stanza, I perceived, by the names of several persons, glens, and mountains, which I had known or heard of before, that it was an account of some clan battle. But in his going on, the chief (who piques himself upon his school-learning) at some particular passage, bid him cease, and cried out, there's nothing like that in Virgil or Homer.' I bowed and told him I believed so. This you may believe was very edifying and delightful."-Letters, ii. 167. Then, stranger, go! good speed the while, Nor think again of the lonely isle. "High place to thee in royal court, Good hawk and hound for silvan sport, Be III. Song continued. "But if beneath yon southern sky "Or if on life's uncertain main Mishap shall mar thy sail; 1 [MS.-At tourneys where the brave resort."] If faithful, wise, and brave in vain, Beneath the fickle gale; Waste not a sigh on fortune changed, IV. As died the sounds upon the tide, His reverend brow was raised to heaven, As from the rising sun to claim V. Upon a rock with lichens wild, Perchance the maiden smiled to see VI. While yet he loiter'd on the spot, Now with a trusty mountain-guide, On the smooth phrase of southern tongue; 1 [MS.-"The loveliest Lowland fair to spy."] 2 [The ancient and powerful family of Graham (which, for metrical reasons, is here spelt after the Scottish pronunciation) held extensive possessions in the counties of Dumbarton and Stirling. Few families can boast of more historical renown, having claim to three of the most remarkable characters in the Scottish annals. Sir John the Græme, the faithful and undaunted partaker of the labours and patriotic warfare of Wallace, fell in the unfortunate field of Falkirk, in 1298. The celebrated Marquis of Montrose, in whom De Retz saw realized his abstract idea of the heroes of antiquity, was the second of these worthies. And, notwithstanding the severity of his temper, and the rigour with which he executed the oppressive mandates of the princes whom he served, |