THE BONIE LASS OF ALBANY This lovely maid's of royal blood In the rolling tide of spreading Clyde But there's a youth, a witless youth, Alas the day, and woe the day, A false usurper wan the gree, Who now commands the towers and lands- of York, "ma chère fille étant re- 153.) Charles speaks expressly of his "natural daughter." This charming and beautiful woman soothed the last days of her father, who, in many letters, speaks of her with touching affection. She did not long survive him. Apparently the Parlement de Paris did not give full legal sanction to Charles's letters of 1784, till September 6, 1787. Among suggestions for medals to be struck on this occasion, was one bearing the legend Spes Extrema et Exigua. It is stated, on what authority the Editor does not know, that Miss Walkinshaw protested against her own repudiation of a marriage with Charles, signed by her in presence of Waters, the Paris Agent of the Stuarts. But no documentary evidence in favour of a marriage ceremony is known to have been produced. The Editor has consulted the MSS. Letter Books of Andrew Lumsden, Secretary to the exiled James III., where an authenticated copy of Miss Walkinshaw's disclaimer of marriage exists. Among modern Stuart pretenders one professed to be descended from Miss Walkinshaw's daughter Charlotte, by a secret marriage. ON SCARING WATER-FOWL We'll daily pray, we'll nightly pray, On Scaring some Water-fowl In Loch Turit. A wild scene among the Hills of Oughtertyre.1 "This was the production of a solitary forenoon's walk from Oughtertyre House. I lived there, the guest of Sir William Murray, for two or three weeks, and was much flattered by my hospitable reception. What a pity that the mere emotions of gratitude are so impotent in this world. Tis lucky that, as we are told, they will be of some avail in the world to come." -R. B., Glenriddell MSS. WHY, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat'ry haunt forsake? Conscious, blushing for our race, 1 The date is about October 15. Burns, as Chambers hints, may have been making interest for a place in the Excise. BLYTHE WAS SHE The eagle, from the cliffy brow, In these savage, liquid plains, And life's poor season peaceful spend. Or, if man's superior might Man with all his pow'rs you scorn; Blythe was She.1 Tune-" Andro and his Cutty Gun." By Oughtertyre grows the aik, On Yarrow banks the birken shawb; But Phemie was a bonier lass Than braes o' Yarrow ever saw. Blythe, blythe, &c. in all the house. b birch wood. Phemie is Miss Euphemia Murray, a cousin of 1 Written at Oughtertyre. Sir William Murray of Oughtertyre. ROSE-BUD BY MY EARLY WALK Her looks were like a flow'r in May, Her bonie face it was as meek The Highland hills I've wander'd wide, A Rose-bud by my Early Walk.1 A ROSE-BUD by my early walk, Ere twice the shades o' dawn are fled, Within the bush her covert nest ⚫ field-path. 1 Dated in October after returning from Oughtertyre. THE BANKS OF THE DEVON So thou, dear bird, young Jeany fair, a That tents thy early morning. Epitaph for Mr W. Cruikshank.1 HONEST WILL to Heaven's away And mony shall lament him; His fau'ts they a' in Latin lay, In English nane e'er kent them. Song-The Banks of the Devon.2 Tune-"Bhanarach dhonn a' chruidh." How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon, O spare the dear blossom, ye orient breezes, With chill hoary wing as ye usher the dawn; And far be thou distant, thou reptile that seizes The verdure and pride of the garden or lawn! a watches. 1 Mr Cruikshank was an Edinburgh High School master. 2 Written Hamilton. on a Miss Charlotte |