Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang X. ADDRESS TO KILCHURN CASTLE, UPON LOCH AWE. [THE first three lines were thrown off at the moment I first caught sight of the Ruin from a small eminence by the wayside; the rest was added many years after.] 'From the top of the hill a most impressive scene opened upon our 'view, a ruined Castle on an Island (for an Island the flood 'had made it) at some distance from the shore, backed by a 'Cove of the Mountain Cruachan, down which came a foaming 6 stream. The Castle occupied every foot of the Island that was 'visible to us, appearing to rise out of the water,-mists rested 'upon the mountain side, with spots of sunshine; there was a 'mild desolation in the low grounds, a solemn grandeur in the 'mountains, and the Castle was wild, yet stately-not dismantled 'of turrets-nor the walls broken down, though obviously a 'ruin.-Extract from the Journal of my Companion. CHILD of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour of rest Is come, and thou art silent in thy age; Save when the wind sweeps by and sounds are caught Ambiguous, neither wholly thine nor theirs. Oh! there is life that breathes not; Powers there are Take, then, thy seat, Vicegerent unreproved! Whose mountains, torrents, lake, and woods, unite Two Hearts, which in thy presence might be called The chronicle were welcome that should call Into the compass of distinct regard The toils and struggles of thy infant years! To the perception of this Age, appear XI. ROB ROY'S GRAVE. [I HAVE since been told that I was misinformed as to the burial-place of Rob Roy. If so, I may plead in excuse that I wrote on apparently good authority, namely, that of a well-educated Lady who lived at the head of the Lake, within a mile or less of the point indicated as containing the remains of One so famous in the neighbourhood.] The history of Rob Roy is sufficiently known; his grave is near the head of Loch Ketterine, in one of those small pinfold-like Burialgrounds, of neglected and desolate appearance, which the traveller meets with in the Highlands of Scotland. A FAMOUS man is Robin Hood, She has her brave ROB ROY! Then clear the weeds from off his Grave, Heaven gave Rob Roy a dauntless heart Or keep his friends from harm. * The tradition is, that the Castle was built by a Lady during the absence of her Lord in Palestine. Yet was Rob Roy as wise as brave; Must scorn a timid song. Say, then, that he was wise as brave; Said generous Rob, “What need of books? We have a passion-make a law, And, puzzled, blinded thus, we lose heart: graven on my That tells me what to do. The creatures see of flood and field, For why ?-because the good old rule That they should take, who have the power, A lesson that is quickly learned, A signal this which all can see ! All freakishness of mind is checked; All kinds, and creatures, stand and fall Since, then, the rule of right is plain, To have my ends, maintain my rights, And thus among these rocks he lived, Through summer heat and winter snow: The Eagle, he was lord above, And Rob was lord below. So was it would, at least, have been Or shall we say an age too soon? |