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The Modern Scottish Minstrel Novel Chapters
List of most recent chapters published for the The Modern Scottish Minstrel novel. A total of 256 chapters have been translated and the release date of the last chapter is Apr 02, 2024
Latest Release: Chapter 1 : The Modern Scottish Minstrel.Volume I.by Various.PREFACE.Scotland has probably produced
The Modern Scottish Minstrel.Volume I.by Various.PREFACE.Scotland has probably produced a more patriotic and more extended minstrelsy than any other country in the world. Those Caledonian harp-strains, styled by Sir Walter Scott "gems of our own moun
- 256 Where shall the lover rest, vol. i., 292. Where the faded flower shall freshen, vol. vi., 230. Where windin Tarf, by broomy knowes, vol. iii., 67. While beaux and belles parade the street, vol. iv., 213. While the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray,
- 255 We part, yet wherefore should I weep, vol. v., 105. Were I a doughty cavalier, vol. v., 127. Were I but able to rehea.r.s.e, vol. i., 17. We were baith neebor bairns, thegither we playd, vol. vi., 185. Wha ll buy caller herrin, vol. i, 195. Whan Jamie f
- 254 Thou dark stream slow wending thy deep rocky way, vol. v., 114. Thou gentle and kind one, vol. v., 128. Thou hast left me, dear Dermot, to cross the wide sea, vol. iv., 107. Thou hast sworn by thy G.o.d, my Jeanie, vol. iii., 17. Though all fair was that
- 253 There lives a young la.s.sie, vol. iv., 116.There 's a thrill of emotion, half painful, half sweet, vol. iii., 222.There 's cauld kail in Aberdeen, vol. i., 48.There 's cauld kail in Aberdeen, vol. i., 210.There 's high and low, there
- 252 The fields, the streams, the skies, are fair, vol. v., 267. The gathering clans mong Scotias glens, vol. iv., 52. The gloamin star was showerin, vol. vi., 106. The gloom of dark despondency, vol. vi., 193. The gloomy days are gone, vol. v., 218. The gol
- 251 She died in beauty, like a rose, vol. iv., 177. She s aff and awa, like the lang simmer day, vol. iv., 124. She s gane to dwall in heaven, my la.s.sie, vol. iii., 9. She was mine when the leaves of the forest were green, vol. iii., 116. She was Naebodys b
- 250 Oh, what are the chains of love made of, vol. iv., 136. Oh, what care I where Love was born, vol. v., 11. Oh! what is in this flaunting town, vol. vi., 203. Oh, when shall I visit the land of my birth, vol. i., 254. Oh, where are the pretty men of yore, v
- 249 Oh, saft is the blink o' thine e'e, la.s.sie, vol. v., 208.Oh, sarely may I rue the day, vol. ii., 58.Oh, sair I feel the witching power, vol. iii., 192.Oh, saw ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing, vol. i., 82.Oh, saw ye this sweet, bonnie la.s
- 248 Of Nelson and the north, vol. ii., 265. Of streams that down the valley run, vol. ii., 129. Oh, gentle sleep wilt thou lay thy head, vol. iii., 90. Oh, gin I were where Gadie rins, vol. iv., 117. Oh, grand bounds the deer oer the mountain, vol. i., 55.
- 247 Name the leaves on all the trees, vol. vi., 118. Never despair! when the dark cloud is lowering, vol. v., 75. Night turns to day, vol. i., 255. No homeward scene near me, vol. iv., 290. No more by thy margin, dark Carron, vol. vi., 202. No one knows wha
- 246 Liking is a little boy, vol. vi., 120. Listen to me, as when ye heard our father, vol. iii., 183. Lock the door, Lariston, lion of Liddisdale, vol. ii., 75. Look up, old friend, why hang thy head, vol. vi., 199. Lord Ronald came to his ladys bower, vol. i
- 245 It has long been my fate to be thought in the wrong, vol. i., 22. It s dowie in the hint o hairst, vol. v., 62. It s hame, and it s hame, hame fain wad I be, vol. iii., 13. It was an English ladye bright, vol. i., 289. I ve listened to the midnight wind,
- 244 I hae naebody noo, I hae naebody noo, vol. ii., 77. I have wanderd afar, neath stranger skies, vol. vi., 88. I heard a wee bird singing, vol. v., 32. I heard the evening linnets voice the woodland tufts amang, vol. iii., 61. I lately lived in quiet ease,
- 243 Here we go upon the tide, vol. ii., 69. Here s to the year that s awa, vol. v., 78. Her hair was like the Cromla mist, vol. ii., 177. Her lip is o the roses hue, vol. v., 117. Hersell pe auchty years and twa, vol. ii., 71. He s a terrible man, John Tod,
- 242 Fareweel, ye fields and meadows green, vol. i., 121. Farewell, and though my steps depart, vol. iii., 116. Farewell, our fathers land, vol. iii., 249. Farewell ye braes of broad Braemar, vol. vi., 117. Farewell, ye streams sae dear to me, vol. ii., 232.
- 241 Charlie s comin oer the sea, vol. vi., 160. Chaunt me no more thy roundelay, vol. ii., 174. Cheer, boys, cheer! no more of idle sorrow, vol. vi., 20. Clan Lachlans tuneful mavis, I sing on the branches early, vol. iv., 282. Close by the marge of Lemans La
- 240 Away, away, my gallant bark, vol. vi., 84. Away on the breast of the ocean, vol. vi., 211. Away on the wings of the wind she flies, vol. iv., 160. Away to the Highlands, where Lomond is flowing, vol. v., 254. A weary lot is thine, fair maid, vol. i., 300.
- 239 Adieu, lovely summer, I see thee declining, vol. i., 273. Adieu, romantic banks of Clyde, vol. iii., 30. Adieu, ye streams that smoothly glide, vol. i., 42. Adieu, ye witherd flowrets, vol. iv., 207. Admiring natures simple charms, vol. ii., 239. Ah! do
- 238 "No, Highlandman! I will not fly My own beloved border; For poort.i.th dwells and famine pales In your Highlands of disorder."I will not wed a Gael-- His house is but a s.h.i.+eling; Oh, best unborn, than all forlorn Mid your crags to have my dwelling!
- 237 Frail, frail his step, and bent his frame, and ye may plainly trace The shadow of death's wing upon his pale and sunken face.These twenty long and dreary months in the dungeon he hath lain, Long days of sickness, weary nights of languis.h.i.+ng and pain;
- 236 THE MEETING PLACE.Where the faded flower shall freshen, Freshen never more to fade; Where the shaded sky shall brighten, Brighten never more to shade: Where the sun-blaze never scorches, Where the star-beams cease to chill; Where no tempest stirs the echo
- 235 THE HILLS OF THE HEATHER.Give the swains of Italia 'Mong myrtles to rove, Give the proud, sullen Spaniard His bright orange grove; Give gold-sanded streams To the sons of Chili, But, oh! give the hills Of the heather to me.The hills where the hunter
- 234 JOHN JEFFREY.The author of "Lays of the Revolutions," John Jeffrey, was born on the 29th March 1822, at the manse of Girthon, in the stewartry of Kirkcudbright. His maternal granduncle was the celebrated Dr Thomas Brown of Edinburgh. From his fa
- 233 Friends of my youth I shall love you for ever-- Closer and firmer ye twine round my heart; Though now the wide sea our lot may dissever, Affection and friends.h.i.+p can never depart.Land of my fathers, I leave thee in sadness-- Dear to my heart thou shal
- 232 What though our blood be tinged with mud, My lord's is simply purer; 'Twill scarce flow sixty years, nor make His seat in heaven surer.But should the n.o.ble deign to speak, We 'll hail him as a brother, And trace respective pedigrees To Ev
- 231 Amid life's danger and despair Still let our deeds be true, For nought but what is right and fair Can heal our hopeless view.The beautiful will soothe us, like The suns.h.i.+ne of a friend, And when things are at the worst They must mend.Oh, never le
- 230 We were baith neebor bairns, thegither we play'd, We loved our first love, an' our hearts never stray'd; When I got my young la.s.sie her first vow to gie, We promised to wait for each ither a wee.My mother was widow'd when we should h
- 229 It died away--the palace changed, Dream-like, into a bower!Around, the soft-eyed dun-deer ranged, Secure from hunter's power.Wild thyme and eye-bright tinged the ground, With daisy, starry flower, While crimson flower-bells cl.u.s.ter'd round Th
- 228 The Highland hills! there are songs of mirth, And joy, and love on the gladsome earth; For Spring, in her queenly robes, hath smiled In the forest glade and the woodland wild.Then come with me from the haunts of men To the gla.s.sy lake in the mountain gl
- 227 Why seek this lonely place?She hath gone, she hath gone.Thy daughter is not here, Widow'd one, widow'd one-- Nay, wipe away that tear, She hath won, she hath won!Her home is far away, She 's at rest, she 's at rest, In everlasting day,
- 226 OUR NATIVE HILLS AGAIN.Oh, swiftly bounds our gallant bark Across the ocean drear, While manly cheeks are pale wi' grief, And wet wi' sorrow's tear.The flowers that spring upon the Clyde Will bloom for us in vain; Nae mair wi' lightsom
- 225 A SERENADE.The shadows of evening fall silent around, The rose with a cor'net of dewdrops is crown'd; While weary I wander in sorrow's eclipse, With your love at my heart, your name on my lips; Your name on my lips, like a melody rare-- The
- 224 The weel lo'ed form o' his ain auld wife, Wha sooth'd the cares o' a lang bleak life, Has gane to rest wi' her weans frae strife, An' heeds na her lane auld man.Owre the turf on their breast he lo'ed to weep, And sair he
- 223 The maidens are weeping in rocky Glencoe, From warriors' eyelids the bitter drops flow; They come--but, oh! where is their chieftain so dear?The yellow-haired laddie is low on the bier.The maidens are wailing in rocky Glencoe-- There 's gloom in
- 222 Then long and loud their weeping was, And sore was their lament, And Orpah kiss'd sad Naomi, And back to Moab went; But gentle Ruth to Naomi Did cleave with close embrace, And earnest spoke, with loving eyes Up-gazing in her face-- "Entreat me n
- 221 SONG OF BEN CRUACHAN.Ben Cruachan is king of the mountains That gird in the lovely Loch Awe; Loch Etive is fed from his fountains, By the streams of the dark-rus.h.i.+ng Awe.With his peak so high He cleaves the sky That smiles on his old gray crown, While
- 220 Atween Jessie and me.FOOTNOTES: [9] Written for the present work.ANN O' CORNYLEE.GAELIC AIR--_"Soraiadh slan do'un Ailleagan."_ I 'll twine a gowany garland Wi' lilies frae the spring; The fairest flowers by Clutha's si
- 219 Crawford is an occasional contributor to the public journals. He is at present preparing an historical and descriptive work, to be ent.i.tled, "Memorials of the Town and Parish of Alloa." The following poetical epistle in tribute to his genius i
- 218 KATIE BLAIR.[8]I 've met wi' mony maidens fair In kintras far awa, I 've met wi' mony here at hame, Baith bonny dames an' braw; But nane e'er had the power to charm My love into a snare Till ance I saw the witchin' e
- 217 More loud than before Is the cataract's roar, And the furrow'd wave is bright With many a pearl From the s.h.i.+ning swirl Of the water's lucid light.And down below Is the woolly snow Of Niagara's wrathful bed, But the lip of the bold
- 216 THE LINNET.Tuck, tuck, feer--from the green and growing leaves; Ic, ic, ic--from the little song-bird's throat; How the silver chorus weaves in the sun and 'neath the eaves, While from dewy clover fields comes the lowing of the beeves, And the s
- 215 Sometimes at rest, on the water's breast, She lies with folded wing, But now, wind-chased and wave-caress'd, She moves a joyous thing!And away she flies all gleaming bright, While a wave in lofty pride, Like a gallant knight, in plumage white, I
- 214 Summer Ocean, Placid Ocean, Soft and sweet thy lullaby; Shadows lightly, Sunbeams brightly, Flicker o'er thee noiselessly.Resting gently on thy bosom, Snowy sea-gulls preen thy wings, While perfumed sighs, from many a blossom, Float around the strain
- 213 Of most retiring disposition, Mr Outram confined his intercourse to a limited circle of friends, by whom he was esteemed for his genial worth and interesting conversation. By the late Lord c.o.c.kburn he was especially beloved. He has left in MS. several
- 212 WILLIAM BENNET.William Bennet was born on the 29th September, 1802, in the parish of Glencairn, and county of Dumfries. He first wrote verses while apprenticed to a mechanic in a neighbouring parish. In his nineteenth year he published a volume of poems,
- 211 "And let thy fate be weal or woe, My thoughts," she smiling said, "are free; And well the watchful angels know My life is one long thought of thee."Then, Leila, may thy thoughts and prayers Be with me in my hour of need, When round me
- 210 Archibald Crawford, a writer of prose and poetry of considerable merit, was born at Ayr in 1785. In his ninth year, left an orphan, he was placed under the care of a brother-in-law, a baker in London. With no greater advantages than the somewhat limited s
- 209 I 've a guinea I can spend, I 've a wife, and I 've a friend, And a troop of little children at my knee, John Brown; I 've a cottage of my own, With the ivy overgrown, And a garden with a view of the sea, John Brown; I can sit at my do
- 208 And gold makes a bridge Every evil to span; Oh! believe me, believe me, Believe if you can.OH, THE HAPPY TIME DEPARTED!_Air by Sir H. R. Bishop._ Oh, the happy time departed!In its smile the world was fair; We believed in all men's goodness; Joy and
- 207 A CANDID WOOING.I cannot give thee all my heart, Lady, lady, My faith and country claim a part, My sweet lady; But yet I 'll pledge thee word of mine That all the rest is truly thine;-- The raving pa.s.sion of a boy, Warm though it be, will quickly c
- 206 The Modern Scottish Minstrel.Volume VI.by Various.INTRODUCTION.As if pointing to a condition of primeval happiness, Poetry has been the first language of nations. The Lyric Muse has especially chosen the land of natural sublimity, of mountain and of flood
- 205 JAMES MGREGOR, D.D. The Rev. James Macgregor, D.D., Presbyterian minister at Nova Scotia, was born in 1762, in the vicinity of Comrie, Perths.h.i.+re. He entered on ministerial duty in Nova Scotia shortly after becoming a probationer, and continued in thi
- 204 All the echoes are in motion, All the sheilings ring with glee, Since, of peace, the paths of ocean Give the news a pa.s.sage free.The birds the dash of oars was scaring-- Hush'd their note, but soon they raise, To their wonted branch repairing, Swee
- 203 Quo' she, "I 'd need anither week to mak a gown mair braw;""The gown ye hae, we 'll mak it do!" "Oh, ye cowe a'!Oh, ye cowe a'!" quo' she; "oh, ye cowe a'!But wilfu' folk maun hae
- 202 From the far bosom of the sea A flood of brightness rests on thee, And stately to the bending skies Thy temples, domes, and turrets rise: Thy heavens--how fair they smile above!But thou art not the land we love.Oh, for the bleak, the rocky strand, The mou
- 201 FAR, FAR AWAY.TUNE--_"Long, long ago."_ Had I the wings of a dove, I would fly Far, far away; far, far away; Where not a cloud ever darkens the sky, Far, far away; far, far away; Fadeless the flowers in yon Eden that blow, Green, green the bower
- 200 Thy steep winding pa.s.ses, where warriors have trod, Which minstrels of yore often made their abode-- Where Ossian and Fingal rehea.r.s.ed runic tales, That echo'd aloft o'er the furze cover'd dales.How lucent each lake, and how lovely eac
- 199 'Tis the land of deep shadow, of suns.h.i.+ne, and shower, Where the hurricane revels in madness on high; For there it has might that can war with its power, In the wild dizzy cliffs that are cleaving the sky.I have trod merry England, and dwelt on i
- 198 Jane Cross Bell, better known by her a.s.sumed name of "Gertrude," is the daughter of the late James Bell, Esq., Advocate, and was born in Glasgow. Her first effusions, written in early youth, were published in the _Greenock Advertiser_, while h
- 197 When e'enin's gowden curtains hing O'er moor and mountain gray, Methinks I hear the blue-bells ring A dirge to deein' day; But when the licht o' mornin' wakes The young dew-drooket flowers, I hear amid their merry peals, The
- 196 On the publication, in 1849, of another volume, ent.i.tled, "Sketches from Nature, and other Poems," the critic wrote to the poet in these words, "I can remember when the appearance of such a work would have produced a great sensation, and
- 195 THE MERRY BOWLING-GREEN.AIR--_"Castles in the Air."_ The gloomy days are gone With the blasts o' winter keen; The flowers are blooming fair, And the trees are budding green; The lark is in the sky, With his music ringing loud, Raining notes
- 194 Thy thoughts are sae haly and pure, la.s.sie, Thy heart is sae kind and sae free; My bosom is flooded wi' suns.h.i.+ne an' joy, Wi' ilka blithe blink o' thine e'e.THE MAIR THAT YE WORK, AYE THE MAIR WILL YE WIN.Be eident, be eiden
- 193 Sae lest 'mid fortune's suns.h.i.+ne we should feel ower proud an' hie, An' in our pride forget to wipe the tear frae poort.i.th's e'e, Some wee dark cluds o' sorrow come, we ken na whence or hoo, But ilka blade o'
- 192 THE PRIDE O' THE GLEN.Oh, bonnie 's the lily that blooms in the valley, And fair is the cherry that grows on the tree; The primrose smiles sweet as it welcomes the simmer, And modest 's the wee gowan's love-talking e'e; Mair dear
- 191 WILLIAM M. HETHERINGTON, D.D., LL.D.An accomplished theologian and historical writer, William Hetherington was born on the Galloway side of the valley of the Nith, about the year 1805. With an average education at the parish school, he entered the Univers
- 190 THE PLOUGHMAN.Blithe be the mind of the ploughman, Unruffled by pa.s.sion or guile; And fair be the face of the woman Who blesses his love with a smile.His clothing, though russet and homely, With royalty's robe may compare; His cottage, though simpl
- 189 OH, SOFTLY SIGHS THE WESTLIN' BREEZE.Oh, softly sighs the westlin' breeze Through floweries pearl'd wi' dew; An' brightly lemes the gowden sky, That skirts the mountain blue.An' sweet the birken trees amang, Swells many a bli
- 188 My coward heart wi' happiness, Wi' bliss is brimin' fu'; But, oh! its fu'ness mars my tongue, I haena power to woo.I prize your smile, as husbandman The summer's opening bloom, And could you frown, I dread it mair, Than he th
- 187 Oh! dinna cross the burn, Willie, Dinna cross the burn, For big 's the spate, and loud it roars; Oh, dinna cross the burn.Your folks a' ken you 're here the nicht, And sair they wad you blame; Sae bide wi' me till mornin' licht--
- 186 THE BONNIE REDESDALE La.s.sIE.The breath o' spring is gratefu', As mild it sweeps alang, Awakening bud an' blossom The broomy braes amang, And wafting notes o' gladness Frae ilka bower and tree; Yet the bonnie Redesdale la.s.sie Is swe
- 185 Mart of the ties of blood, Mart of the souls of men!O Christ! to see thy Brotherhood Bought to be sold again, Front of h.e.l.l, to trade therein.Genius face the giant sin; Shafts of thought, truth-headed clear, Temper'd all in Pity's tear, Every
- 184 Oh, dule on the poort.i.th o' this countrie, And dule on the wars o' the High Germanie, And dule on the love that forgetfu' can be, For they 've wreck'd the bravest heart in this hale countrie.THE LADYE THAT I LOVE.Were I a dought
- 183 THE BOWER O' CLYDE.On fair Clydeside thair wonnit ane dame, Ane dame of wondrous courtesie, An' bonny was the kindly flame That stremit frae her saft blue e'e.Her saft blue e'e, 'mid the hinney dew, That melt.i.t to its tender lic
- 182 THE MISSIONARY.He left his native land, and, far away Across the waters sought a world unknown, Though well he knew that he in vain might stray In search of one so lovely as his own.He left his home, around whose humble hearth His parents, kindred, all he
- 181 MY SOUL IS EVER WITH THEE.My soul is ever with thee, My thoughts are ever with thee, As the flower to the sun, as the lamb to the lea, So turns my fond spirit to thee.'Mid the cares of the lingering day, When troubles around me be, Fond Fancy for aye
- 180 AIR--_"Fye, gae rub her owre wi' strae."_ As suns.h.i.+ne to the flowers in May, As wild flowers to the hinny bee, As fragrant scent o' new mown hay, So my true love is sweet to me.As costly jewels to the bride, As beauty to the brideg
- 179 Fareweel to ilk strath an' the lav'rock's sweet sang-- For trifles grow dear whan we 've kenn'd them sae lang; Round the wanderer's heart a bright halo they shed, A dream o' the past, when a' other's hae fled.T
- 178 FOOTNOTES: [10] Here printed for the first time.ARCHIBALD MACKAY.Archibald Mackay was born at Kilmarnock in 1801. Receiving a common school education, he was apprenticed to a handloom weaver. Abandoning the loom, he subsequently acquired a knowledge of bo
- 177 Here's to the sodger who bled, And the sailor who bravely did fa'; Their fame is alive, though their spirits are fled On the wings of the year that's awa'.Their fame is alive, &c.Here's to the friends we can trust When the storms
- 176 WILLIAM THOMSON.William Thomson was born in 1797, in the village of Kennoway, Fifes.h.i.+re.He has constantly resided in his native place. After obtaining an ordinary education at the parish school, he engaged in the business of a manufacturer. Relinquis.
- 175 Oh, dear to our hearts Is the hand that first fed us, And dear is the land And the cottage that bred us.And dear are the comrades With whom we once sported, And dearer the maiden Whose love we first courted.Joy's image may perish, E'en grief die
- 174 OH, MY LOVE'S BONNIE.Oh! my love's bonnie, bonnie, bonnie; Oh! my love's bonnie and dear to me; The smile o' her face, and her e'e's witchin' grace, Are mair than the wealth o' this warld can gie.Her voice is as swe
- 173 THE MONTH OF JUNE.O June, ye spring the loveliest flowers That a' our seasons yield; Ye deck sae flush the greenwood bowers, The garden, and the field; The pathway verge by hedge and tree, So fresh, so green, and gay, Where every lovely blue flower&#
- 172 GEORGE WILSON.George Wilson was born on the 20th June 1784, in the parish of Libberton, and county of Lanark. Deprived of both his parents early in life, he was brought to the house of his paternal uncle, who rented a sheep-farm in the vicinity of Peebles
- 171 'Twas for her, the Maid of Islay, Time flew o'er me wing'd with joy; 'Twas for her, the cheering smile aye Beam'd with rapture in my eye.Not the tempest raving round me, Lightning's flash or thunder's roll; Not the ocean
- 170 TOGETHER.Together, dearest, we have play'd, As girl and boy together; Through storm and calm, in sun and shade, In spring and wintry weather.Oh! every pang that stinging came But made our love the dearer; If danger lower'd--'twas all the sa
- 169 Then when the toils of the day are all over, Gathered, delighted, set round in a ring-- Youth, with its mirthfulness--age, with its cheerfulness, Brimful of happiness, cheerily sing, "Bright may our spirits be-- Happy and ever free.Blest are the joys
- 168 FOOTNOTES: [2] Composed on board the steams.h.i.+p Niagara, on her voyage to New York, in August 1849.AULD PETER MACGOWAN.AIR--_'The Brisk Young Lad.'_ Auld Peter MacGowan cam down the craft, An' rubbit his han's an' fidged an
- 167 Influenced in his youth by the genius of the locality in which he was born, to which the Ayrs.h.i.+re Ploughman had left a legacy of immortal song, succeeded by Allan Cunningham, and a number of distinguished followers, it was not, however, till he had be
- 166 CHARLES MARSHALL, 97 The blessing on the wark, 98 Jewel of a lad, 99 Twilight joys, 100 WILLIAM WILSON, 102 Oh, blessing on her starlike een, 102 Oh! blessing on thee, land, 104 The faithless, 105 My soul is ever with thee, 106 Auld Johnny Graham, 107 Jea
- 165 The Modern Scottish Minstrel.Volume V.by Various.TO ALEXANDER BAILLIE COCHRANE, ESQ. OF LAMINGTON.SIR, I inscribe to you the present volume of "THE MODERN SCOTTISH MINSTREL,"not to express approval of your political sentiments, nor to court you
- 164 My youth with the stranger,[44]Next on mountains a ranger, I pa.s.s'd--but no change, here, Will sever from Mary.What ringlets discover Their gloss thy brows over-- Forget thee! thy lover, Ah, first shall they bury.Thy aspect of kindness, Thy graces
- 163 When first my morn of life was born, the Pean's[37] silver stream Glanced in my eye, and then there lent my view their kinder gleam, The flowers that fringed its side, where, by the fragrant breezes lull'd, As in a cradle-bed I lay, and all my w
- 162 OH, WILL YE WALK THE WOOD WI' ME?[36]"Oh, will ye walk the wood wi' me?Oh, will ye walk the green?Or will ye sit within mine arms, My ain kind Jean?""It 's I 'll not walk the wood wi' thee, Nor yet will I the green;
- 161 MARY STEEL.I 'll think o' thee, my Mary Steel, When the lark begins to sing, And a thousan', thousan' joyfu' hearts Are welcoming the spring: When the merle and the blackbird build their nest In the bushy forest tree, And a'
- 160 But there are nae auld Scotland's burds, Sae dear to childhood's days-- The laverock, lintie, shulf, an' yyoite, That taught us luve's sweet lays.Gin' thou e'er wauk'st alane to think On him that's owre the sea, The
- 159 ALEXANDER CARLILE.Alexander Carlile was born at Paisley in the year 1788. His progenitors are said to have been remarkable for their acquaintance with the arts, and relish for elegant literature. His eldest brother, the late Dr Carlile of Dublin attained
- 158 She hung her head and sweetly smiled-- The bonnie la.s.s of Logie!But she has smiled, and fate has frown'd, And wrung my heart with sorrow; The bonnie la.s.s sae dear to me Can never be my marrow.For, ah! she loves another lad-- The ploughman wi'
- 157 ALEXANDER A. RITCHIE.[28]Alexander Abernethy Ritchie, author of "The Wells o' Wearie," was born in the Canongate, Edinburgh, in 1816. In early youth he evinced a lively appreciation of the humorous and the pathetic, and exhibited remarkable