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Beyond the loose and sable neckcloth stretch'd, The bittern's sullen shout the sedges shook !
His sidewy throat seems by convulsion twitch'd, The waning moon, with storm-presaging gleam,
While the tongue falters, as to utterance loth, Now gave and now withheld her doubtful beam;
Sounds of dire import--watchword, threat, and oath. The old Oak stoop'd his arms, then flung them high,
Though, stupified by toil, and drugg'd with gin, Bellowing and groaning to the troubled sky-
The body sleep, the restless guest within

'Twas then, that, couch'd amid the brushwood sere, Now plies on wood and wold his lawless trade, In Malwood-walk young Mansell watch'd the deer: Now in the fangs of justice wakes dismay'd.- The fattest buck received his deadly shot

The watchful keeper heard, and sought the spot. « Was that wild start of terror and despair, Stout were their hearts, and stubborn was their strife, Those bursting eyeballs, and that wilder'd air, O’erpower'd at length the Outlaw drew his knife. Signs of compunction for a murder'd hare?

Next morn a corpse was found upon the fellDo the locks bristle and the eyebrows arch,

The rest his waking agony may tell! For grouse or partridge massacred in March?”_

No, scoffer, no! Attena, and mark with awe,
There is no wicket in the gate of law!

He, that would e'er so lightly set ajar
That awful portal, must undo each bar:

OH, say not, my love, witn that mortified air,
Tempting occasion, habit, passion, pride,

That your spring-time of pleasure is flown, Will join to storm the breach, and force the barrier Nor bid me to maids that are younger repair, wide.

For those raptures that still are thine own.

Though April his temples may wreathe with the vine,

Its tendrils in infancy curl'd, 'Tis the ardour of August matures us the wine,

Whose life-blood enlivens the world.

That ruffian, whom true inen avoid and dread,
Whom bruisers, poachers, smugglers, call Black Ned,
Was Edward Mansell once ;-the lightest heart,
That ever play'd on holiday his part !
The leader he in every Christmas game,
The harvest-feast grew blither when he came,
And liveliest on the chords the bow did glance,
When Edwara named the tune and led the dance.
Kind was his heart, his passions quick and strong,
Hearty his laugh, and jovial was his song;
And if he loved a gun, his father swore,
“ 'Twas but a trick of youth would soon be o'er,
Himself had done the same some thirty years before."

Though thy form, that was fashion’d as light as a

fay's, Has assumed a proportion more round, And thy glance, that was bright as a falcon's at gaze

Looks soberly now on the ground,

Enough, after absence to meet me again,

Thy steps still with ecstasy move;
Enough, that those dear sober glances retain

For me the kind language of love.

The Bold Dragoon;'


But he whose humours spurn law's awful yoke,
Must herd with those by whom law's bonds are broke,
The common dread of justice soon allies
The clown, who robs the warren, or excise,
With sterner felons train'd to act more dread,
Even with the wretch by whom his fellow bled.
Then, as in plagues the foul contagions pass,
Leavening and festering the corrupted mass,-
Guilt leagues with guilt, while mutual motives draw,
Their hope impunity, their fear the law;
Their foes, their friends, their rendezvous the same,
Till the revenue baulk'd, or pilfer'd game,
Flesh the young culprit, and example leads
To darker villany, and direr deeds.



Wild howld the wind the forest glades along,
And oft the owl renew'd her dismal song;
Around the spot where erst he felt the wound,
Red William's spectre walk'd his midnight round.
When o'er the swamp he cast his blighting look,
From the green marshes of the stagnant brook

'Twas a Maréchal of France, and he fain would ho

nour gain,
And he long'd to take a passing glance at Portugal

from Spain;
With his flying guns this gallant gay,

And boasted corps d’armée
O he fear'd not our dragoons, with their long swords,

boldly riding,
Whack, fal de ral, &c.

1 This song was written shortly after the battle of Badajos, printed in Mr. George Thomson's Collection of Select Melo mApril, 1812,) for a Yeomanry Cavalry dinner. It was first dies, and stands in vol. vi. of the last edition of that work.

To Campo Mayor come, he had quietly sat down, King William III. in Scotland. In the August preJust a fricassee to pick, while his soldiers sack'd the ceding, a proclamation had been issued, offering an town,

indemnity to such insurgents as should take the oaths When, 'twas peste! morbleu! mon General, to the King and Queen, on or before the last day of Hear the English bugle-call!

December; and the chiefs of such tribes as had been And behold the light dragoons, with their long swords, in arms for James, soon after took advantage of the boldly riding,

proclamation. But Macdonald of Glencoe was preWhack, fal de ral, &c.

vented by accident, rather than by design, from ten

dering his submission within the limited time. In the Right about went horse and foot, artillery and all, end of December he went to Colonel Hill, who comAnd, as the devil leaves a house, they tumbled through manded the garrison in Fort-William, to take the the wall;'

oaths of allegiance to the government; and the latter They took no time to seek the door,

having furnished him with a letter to Sir Colin CampBut, best foot set before

bell, sheriff of the county of Argyll, directed him to Othey ran from our dragoons, with their long swords, repair immediately to Inverary, to make his submisboldly riding,

sion in a legal manner before that magistrate. But Whack, fal de ral, &c.

the way to Inverary lay through almost impassable

mountains, the season was extremely rigorous, and Those valiant men of France they had scarcely fled a the whole country was covered with a deep snow. So mile,

eager, however, was Macdonald to take the oaths beWhen on their flank there sous'd at once the British fore the limited time should expire, that, though the rank and file;

road lay within half a mile of his own house, he stopFor Long, De Grey, and Otway, then

ped not to visit his family, and, after various obstrucNe'er minded one to ten,

tions, arrived at Inverary. The time had elapsed, and But came on like light dragoons, with their long swords, the sheriff hesitated to receive his submission; but boldly riding,

Macdonald prevailed by his importunities, and even Whack, fal de ral, &c.

tears, in inducing that functionary to administer to

him the oath of allegiance, and to certify the cause of Three hundred British lads they made three thousand his delay. At this time Sir John Dalrymple, afterreel,

wards Earl of Stair, being in attendance upon WilTheir hearts were made of English oak, their swords liam as Secretary of State for Scotland, took advanof Sheffield steel,

tage of Macdonald's neglecting to take the oath within Their horses were in Yorkshire bred,

the time prescribed, and procured from the king a And Beresford them led;

warrant of military execution against that chief and So huzza for brave dragoons, with their long swords, his whole clan. This was done at the instigation of boldly riding,

the Earl of Breadalbane, whose lands the Glencoe Whack, fal de ral, &c.

men had plundered, and whose treachery to govern

ment in negotiating with the Highland clans, MacThen here's a health to Wellington, to Beresford, to donald himself had exposed. The King was accordLong,

ingly persuaded that Glencoe was the main obstacle And a single word of Bonaparte before I close mysong: to the pacification of the Highlands; and the fact of The eagles that to fight he brings

the unfortunate chief's submission having been conShould serve his men with wings,

cealed, the sanguinary orders for proceeding to miliWhen they meet the bold dragoons, with their long tary execution against his clan were in consequence swords, boldly riding,

obtained. The warrant was both signed and counterWhack, fal de ral, &c.

signed by the King's own hand, and the Secretary urged the officers who commanded in the Highlands to execute their orders with the utmost rigour.

Campbell of Glenlyon, a captain in Argyle's regiment, On the Massacre of Glencoe.?

and two subalterns, were ordered to repair to Glen

coe on the first of February with a hundred and 1814.

twenty men. Campbell, being uncle to young Mac

donald's wife, was received by the father with all man“ In the beginning of the year 1692, an action of ner of friendship and hospitality. The men were unexampled barbarity disgraced the government of lodged at free quarters in the houses of his tenants,

and received the kindest entertainment. Till the

13th of the month the troops lived in the utmost harI In their hasty evacuation of Campo Mayor, the French pulled down a part of the rampart

, and marched out over the mony and familiarity with the people; and on the very glacis.

night of the massacre the officers passed the evening First published in Thomson's Select Melodies, 1814. at cards in Macdonald's house. In the night, Lieu. tenant Lindsay, with a party of soldiers, called in a And gave the host's kind breast to feel friendly manner at his door, and was instantly ad- Meed for his hospitality! mitted. Macdonald, while in the act of rising to re- The friendly hearth which warm'd that hand, ceive his guest, was shot dead through the back with At midnight arm'd it with the brand, two bullets. His wife had already dressed; but she That bade destruction's flames expand was stripped naked by the soldiers, who tore the rings Their red and fearful blazonry. off her fingers with their teeth. The slaughter now became general, and neither age nor infirmity was « Then woman's shriek was heard in vain, spared. Some women, in defending their children, Nor infancy's unpitied plain, were killed; boys imploring mercy, were shot dead by More than the warrior's groan, could gain officers on whose knees they hung. In one place nine Respite from ruthless butchery! persons, as they sat enjoying themselves at table, were The winter wind that whistled shrill, butchered by the soldiers. In Inverriggon, Camp- The snows that night that cloked the hill, bell's own quarters, nine men were first bound by the Though wild and pitiless, had still soldiers, and then shot at intervals, one by one. Far more than Southern clemency. Nearly forty persons were massacred by the troops; and several who fled to the mountains perished by “ Long have my harp's best notes been gone, famine and the inclemency of the season. Those who Few are its strings, and faint their tone, escaped owed their lives to a tempestuous night. They can but sound in desert lone Lieutenant-Colonel Hamilton, who had received the Their grey-hair'd master's misery. charge of the execution from Dalrymple, was on his Were each grey hair a minstrel string, march with four hundred men, to guard all the passes Each chord should imprecations fling, from the valley of Glencoe; but he was obliged to stop Till startled Scotland loud should ring, by the severity of the weather, which proved the * Revenge for blood and treachery!"" safety of the unfortunate clan. Next day he entered the valley, laid the houses in ashes, and carried away the cattle and spoil, which were divided among the officers and soldiers.”- Article “ BRITAIN;" Encyc. Britannica-New Edition.

For a' that an'a' that.'

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Stout Russia’s Hemp, so surely twined

He may plough it with labour, and sow it in sorrow, Around our wreath we'll draw that,

And sigh while he fears he has sow'd it in vain; And he that would the cord unbind,

He may die ere his children shall reap in their gladShall have it for his gra-vat!


But the blithe harvest-home shall remember his Or, if to choke sae puir a sot,

claim; Your pity scorn to thraw that,

And their jubilee-shout shall be soften'd with sadness, The Devil's elbow be his lot,

While they hallow the goblet that flows to his name. Where he may sit and claw that. In spite of slight, in spite of might,

Though anxious and timeless his life was expended, In spite of brags, an'a' that,

In toils for our country preserved by his care, The lads that battled for the right,

Though he died ere one ray o'er the nations ascended, Have won the day, an'a' that!

To light the long darkness of doubt and despair;

The storms he endured in our Britain's December, There's ae bit spot I had forgot,

The perils his wisdom foresaw and o'ercame, America they ca' that!

In her glory's rich barvest shall Britain remember, A coward plot her rats had got

And hallow the goblet that flows to his name. Their father's flag to gnaw that: Now see it fly top-gallant high,

Nor forget His grey head, who, all dark in affliction, Atlantic winds shall blaw that,

Is deaf to the tale of our victories won, And Yankee loon, beware your croun,

And to sounds the most dear to paternal affection, There's kames in hand to claw that!

The shout of his people applauding his Son;

By his firmness unmoved in success and disaster, For on the land, or on the sea,

By his long reign of virtue, remember his claim ! Where'er the breezes blaw that,

With our tribute to Pitt join the praise of his Master The British Flag shall bear the grie,

Though a tear stain the goblet that flows to his And win the day for a' that!


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1“On the 30th of July, 1814, Mr. Hamilton, 1 Mr. Erskine, 2 1824. Scott's Diary of the Voyage is now published in the and Mr. Duff,8 Commissioners, along with Mr. (now Sir) Wal- 4th volume of his Life. ter Scott, and the writer, visited the Lighthouse; the Commissioners being then on one of their voyages of Inspection, 1 The late Robert Hamilton, Esq., Advocate, long Sheriff noticed in the Introduction. They breakfasted in the Lib- Depute of Lanarkshire, and afterwards one of the Principal rary, when Sir Walter, at the entreaty of the party, upon in- Clerks of Session in Scotland-died in 1831. scribing his name in the Album, added these interesting 2 Afterwards Lord Kinnedder. lines."-STEVENSON'S Account of the Bell-Rock Lighthouse. 3 The late Adam Duff, Esq. Sheriff-Depute of the counts of




Health from the land where eddying whirlwinds logs

The storm-rock'd cradle of the Cape of Noss; ADDRESSED TO RANALD MACDONALD, ESQ. OF Staffa. On outstretch'd cords the giddy engine slides,

His own strong arm the bold adventurer guides,

And he that lists such desperate feat to try, 1814.

May, like the sea-mew, skim 'twixt surf and sky,

And feel the mid-air gales around him blow, STAFFA, sprung from high Macdonald,

And see the billows rage five hundred feet below. Worthy branch of old Clan-Ranald! Staffa ! king of all kind fellows !

Here, by each stormy peak and desert shore, Well befall thy hills and valleys,

The hardy islesman tugs the daring oar, Lakes and inlets, deeps and shallow's

Practised alike his venturous course to keep, Cliffs of darkness, caves of wonder,

Through the white breakers or the pathless deep, Echoing the Atlantic thunder;

By ceaseless peril and by toil to gain Mountains which the grey mist covers,

A wretched pittance from the niggard main. Where the Chieftain spirit hovers,

And when the worn-out drudge old ocean leaves, Pausing while his pinions quiver,

What comfort greets him, and what hut receives? Stretch'd to quit our land for ever!

Lady! the worst your presence ere has cheer'd Each kind influence reign above thee!

(When want and sorrow fled as you appeard) Warmer heart, 'twixt this and Stafia

Were to a Zetlander as the high dome
Beats not, than in heart of Staffa!

Of proud Drumlanrig to my humble home.
Here rise no groves, and here no gardens blow,
Here even the hardy heath scarce dares to grow;

But rocks on rocks, in mist and storm array'd,
Letter in verse

Stretch far to sea their giant colonnade,
With many a cavern seam'd, the dreary haunt

Of the dun seal and swarthy cormorant.

Wild round their rifted brows, with frequent cry “ Of the letters which Scott wrote to his friends' As of lament, the gulls and gannets fly, during those happy six weeks, I have recovered oniy And from their sable base, with sullen sound, one, and it is, thanks to the leisure of the yacht, in In sheets of whitening foam the waves rebound. verse. The strong and easy heroics of the first section prove, I think, that Mr. Canning did not err Yet even these coasts a touch of envy gain when he told him that if he chose he might emulate From those whose land has known oppression's chain; even Dryden's command of that noble measure ; and For here the industrious Dutchman comes once more the dancing anapests of the second, show that he To moor his fishing craft by Bressay's shore; could with equal facility have rivalled the gay graces Greets every former mate and brother tar,


of of Cotton, Anstey, or Moore.” – Lockhart, Life, Marvels how Lerwick ’scaped the

war, vol. iv., p. 372.

Tells many a tale of Gallic outrage done,
And ends by blessing God and Wellington.
Here too the Greenland tar, a fiercer guest,

Claims a brief hour of riot, not of rest;
TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF BUCCLEUCH, Proves each wild frolic that in wine has birth,
fc. &c. &c.

And wakes the land with brawls and boisterous mirth.

A sadder sight on yon poor vessel's prow
Lighthouse Yacht in the Sound of Lerwick, The captive Norseman sits in silent woe,
Zetland, 8th August 1814.

And eyes the flags of Britain as they flow.
Health to the chieftain from his clansman true! Hard fate of war, which bade her terrors sway
From her true minstrel, health to fair Buccleuch ! His destined course, and seize so mean a prey;
Health from the isles, where dewy Morning weaves A bark with planks so warp'd and seams so rive
Her chaplet with the tints that Twilight leaves; She scarce might face the gentlest airs of heaven:
Where late the sun scarce vanish'd from the sight, Pensive he sits, and questions oft if none
And his bright pathway graced the short-lived night, can list his speech, and understand his moan;
Though darker now as autumn's shades extend, In vain-no Islesman now can use the tongue
The north winds whistle and the mists ascend ! Of the bold Norse, from whom their lineage sprung.

These lines were written in the Album, kept at the Sound | 1838, in his 61st year. The reader will find a warm tribute to of Ulva Inn, in the month of August, 1814.

Staffa's character as a Highland landlord, in Scott's article on ? Afterwards Sir Reginald Macdonald Stewart Seton of Sir John Carr's Caledonian Sketches.-- Miscellaneous Prose Staffa, Allanton, and Touch, Baronet. He died 16th Apri! Works, rol. xix.

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