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Last night the gifted seer did view
A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay ; Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheugh:
Why cross the gloomy firth to-day?" “ 'Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir
To-night at Roslin leads the ball, But that my Lady-mother there
Sits lonely in her castle hall. 'Tis not because the ring they ride,
And Lindesay at the ring rides well, But that my sire the wine will chide,
If 'tis not filled by Rosabelle.”
O'er Roslin all that dreary night
A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam ; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire light,
And redder than the bright moonbeam.
It glared on Roslin's castled rock,
It ruddied all the copse-wood glen ; 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak,
And seen from caverned Hawthornden.
Seemed all on fire that chapel proud,
Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffined lie; Each baron, for a sable shroud,
Sheathed in his iron panoply.
Seemed all on fire within, around,
Deep sacristy and altar's pale ; Shone every pillar foliage-bound,
And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high,
Blazed every rose-carved buttress fairSo still they blaze, when fate is nigh
The lordly line of high St. Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold
Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one the holy vault doth hold
But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle !
And each St. Clair was buried there,
With candle, with book, and with knell ; But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung,
The dirge of lovely Rosabelle.
THE MITHERLESS BAIRN.
Bairnie diminutive of bairn, a | Airn-iron. child.
Lithless—comfortless. Frecky—eager, ready:
Siccan-such. Sairly forfairn-sorely distressed, Clutches-talons, claws. destitute.
Lo'e-love. Dowie—worn out with grief. Mools-earth. Haps—wraps, covers up.
Bannock-barley-cake. Hackit heelies-heels chapped with Couthilie—kindly.
WHEN a'ither bairnies are hushed to their hame
Aneath his cauld brow, siccan dreams hover there,
The sister who sang o'er his saftly rocked bed,
LINES TO A MOUSE.
ROBERT BURNS. ROBERT BURNS was born January 25th 1759, in a clay-built cottage, raised by his father's own hands, on the banks of the Doon, in the district of Kyle, Ayrshire. At the age of six he was sent to school, and appears to have been a diligent little student. At an early age he assisted his father in his farming business, continuing his
educa. tion at intervals. When about twenty, he composed several of the poems which after. wards distinguished his name. After various domestic trials, when on the point of leaving England for Jamaica, where he had got a situation, the publication of his poems awakened so much interest in their author, that he abandoned his purpose, and after an unsuccessful experiment in farming, obtained an appointment in the Excise. He died at Dumfries, in the year 1799, at the early age of 37 years.
Wa's-walls. Beastie-little beast. The termina- | Win's—winds. The final conson
tion ie marks the diminutive. ant is often omitted, as an' for Bickering brattle-hasty run. and, o' for of, &c. Laith-loth; as baith, both. Big-build. Pattle—a small spade, used to clean Hoggage-long grass. the plough.
No' thy lane—not alone.
WEE, sleekit, cowerin', timorous beastie,
Wi' bickering brattle!
Wi' nurdering pattle !
Which maks thee startle
An' fellow mortal!
'S a sma' request;
And never miss't!
Baith snell an' keen !
Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
Thou thought to dwell,
Out-thro' thy cell.
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble
And cranreuch cauld !
Gang aft a-gley,
For promised joy.
On prospects drear!
I guess an' fear. 1. What was the occasion of these 5. Why was there the more pity of the beautiful lines?
mouse on this account? 2. What does the poet call himself in 6. Who often fail in their plans as well verse second ?
as the poor mouse? 3. Show me that this is correct in one 7. On what grounds did the bard call sense and not in another?
the mouse blest, compared with him? 4. At what season of the year did this 8. What makes us dread to look into incident take place?
THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT.
ROBERT BURNS. The following remarks are by Dr. Currie, the early biographer of Burns;—“The Cotter's Saturday Night is tender and moral, solemn and devotional, and rises at length into a strain of grandeur and sublimity which modern poetry has not surpas
The noble sentiments of patriotism, with which it concludes, correspond with the rest of the poem. In no age or country have the pastoral muses breathed such elevated accents, if the Messiah of Pope be excepted, which is indeed a pastoral in form only." Sugh--the continued rushing noise Halesome-healthful, wholesome. of wind or water.
Hallan—a particular partition wall Flichtering—fluttering.
in a cottage. Ingle-fire.
Cood-cud. Belyve—by and by.
Weel-hain'd-well-spared. Tentie-heedful, cautious.
Kebbuck-cheese. Bruw-fine, handsome.
Towmond—twelvemonth. Sair-sadly, sorely.
Sin' lint was ☺ the bell- since the Spiers-inquires.
flax was in flower. Üncos-news.
Big ha' Bible—the great Bible that Gars-makes.
lies in the hall. Claes-clothes.
Lyart haffets-gray temples. Eydent-diligent.
Beets-adds fuel to fire.
NOVEMBER chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ;
The short'ning winter day is near a close;
The black’ning trains o' craws to their repose ;
The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes,
This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes,
Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend.
At length his lonely cot appears in view,
Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th’expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through
To meet their Dad, wi' flichtering noise an' glee. His wee bit ingle, blinkin' bonnily,
His clean hearth-stane, his thriftie wifie's smile,
Does a' his weary carking cares beguile,
At service out amang the farmers roun’;
A cannie errand to a neebor town:
In youthfu' bloom, love sparkling in her e'e,
Or deposit her sair-won penny-fee,
An each for other's welfare kindly spiers :
Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years;
Anticipation forward points the view;
Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new;
The younkers a'are warned to obey;
An' ne'er tho' out oʻsight, to jauk or play: "An' oh! be sure to fear the Lord alway,
An' mind your duty, duly, morn an' night! Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray,
Implore His counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright!” But now the supper crowns their simple board,
The halesome parritch, chief o' Scotia's food : The soupe their only hawkie does afford,
That 'yont the hallan snugly chows her cood ; The dame brings forth in complimental mood,
To grace the lad, her weel-hain'd kebbuck, fell, An' aft he's prest, an' aft he ca's it guid;