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te Eur Shepherd - ED.
Hy wreck of mind and all my woes,
Alaivering o'er my body burst,
When western breezes stir them first; Hy heart forth from my breast to go,
An«i mix with hers already wanting, Now beat, now trembled to and fro,
With eager fondness leaping, panting: folcting his young limbs in her bosom, Bat turns his eyes still to his inother, ITbi. And the snoceeiling poem were translated from latin of Buchanan by Robert llogg, a nephew of
Buchanan composed a brief sketch of his own was equally distinguished as a poet, historian, lite, and about the same time published his and jurist, exhibit a rare union of philosophifamous treatise De Jure Regni, advocating cal dignity and research with the finer sensistrongly the rights of the people. The last bilities and imagination of the poet. Even Dr. twelve years of his life he employed in com- Johnson admitted his great literary achieveposing in Latin his well-known history of ments in his happy reply to Buchanan's counScotland, published in Edinburgh in 1582, tryman, who said, " Ah! Dr. Johnson, what under the title of Rerum Scoticarum Historia. would you have said of Buchanan had he been He died, unmarried, on the morning of Friday, an Englishman?" "Why, sir,” he replied, Sept. 28, 1582, and was honourably interred by “I should not have said had he been an Engthe city of Edinburgh in the Greyfriars Church- lishman what I will say of him as a Scotchman, yard; and, says Dr. Irving in his life of the that he was the only man of genius his country poet, “ his ungrateful country never afforded ever produced.” Certainly the most applauded bis grave the common tribute of a monumental of Buchanan's poetical works is the translation stone."
Since those lines were written the of the Psalms, particularly Ps. civ., which has poet of whom Scotland is justly proud has been rendered into Latin by nine Scottishi been indebted to a simple Scottish artisan for poets
. Mackenzie remarks that his “ version erecting a tablet to point out to the pilgrim of the Psalms will be esteemed and admired to his grave the last resting place of not only as long as the world endures, or men have any the first Latin poet of his country, but of his relish for poetry;" and Bishop Burnet said,
An edition of Buchanan's works was “ Buchanan in his immortal poems shows so published by Ruddiman at Edinburgh, in two well how he could imitate :ill the Roman poets folio vols . in 1714, and another at Leyden in in their several ways of writing, that he who
compares them will be often led to prefer the The character and works of Buchanan, who copy to the original."
When she may once regard him, watches,
Just as a bird within the nest
That cannot fly, yet constant trying,
Its weak wings on its tender breast
Beats with the vain desire of flying.
Or else have of your own accord
Consented to betray your lord;
Both heart and soul then fled and left not caresses from another,
Me spiritless, of mind bereft.
4lo iu 1725.
Then cease to weep: use is there none
But go to her, entreat, obtain;
And joys--of hue how changeful! tho' serene, If you do not entreat, and gain,
That Hit ere you can tell where they have beenThen will I ever make you gaze
(Even as the bark, when ocean's surges sweep, Upon her, till in dark amaze
Raised by the waning winds, along the deep You sightless in your sockets roll, Is headlong by the howling tempest driven, Extinguishid by her eyes' bright blaze,
While the staid pilot, to whose charge is given As I have been deprived of heart and soul.
Her guidance, skilfully the helm applies,
In rest's safe haven to secure at last
Whate'er of fleeting life, by Fate's decree
Ere end my pilgrimage, remains to me, All hail to thee, thou First of May,
To give to Heaven the remnant of my days
And wash away in penitence and praise, Sacred to wonted sport and play,
| Far from this wild world's revelry uncouth, To wine, and jest, and dance, and song,
The sins and follies of my heedless youth. And mirth that lasts the whole day long!
0, blest and hallowed day! with cincture bound Hail! of the seasons honour bright,
My shaven head the gray hood veiling round, Annual return of sweet delight;
St. Francis, under thine auspicious name, Flower of reviving summer's reign,
I will prescribe unto this fleshly frame That hastes to time's old age again!
A life ethereal, that shall upward rise,
My resting-place--original and end.
If 'tis thine aim to reach the goal of life Pass'd temperate along the vales,
Thro' virtue's path, and, leaving childish stri And soften d and refresh'd the soil,
To free thy darken'd mind from error's force Not broken yet by human toil;
To trace the laws of virtue to their source, Such fruitful warmths perpetual rest And raise to heavenly things thy purged sig On the fair islands of the blest
I view thy noble purpose with delight; Those plains where fell disease's moan But if a shadowy good doth cross thy way, And frail old age are both unknown.
And lure thee, phantom-like--but to betray Such winds with gentle whispers spread Oh! while 'tis time, restrain thy mad career, Imong the dwellings of the dead,
And a true friend's yet timely warning hear And shake the cypresses that grow
Nor let old error with bewilderd eye, Where Lethe murmurs soft and slow.
Nor let the blind and senseless rabble's cry Perhaps when God at last in ire
More move thee than stern reason's simple : Shall purify the world with fire,
That points to truth the undiscovered way. And to mankind restore again
But deem not that high Heaven I dare defy Times happy, void of sin and pain,
Or raise again vain war against the sky. The beings of this earth beneath
For from my earliest youth I have rever'd Such pure ethereal air shall breathe. The priests and holy fathers, who appearel Hail! glory of the fleeting year!
By virtue's and religion's holy flame Hail! day the fairest, happiest here!
Worthy a bright eternity of fame. Memorial of the time gone by,
But seldom underneath the dusky cowl,
That shades the shaven head and monkish And emblem of futurity!
I picture a St. Paul: the priestly stole
The gluttou's and the adulterer's grovellin
Like soulless brute, each wallowing in the
And the smooth hypocrite's still smiling b (EXTRACTS.)
| That tells not of the villany below. Oft musing on the ills of human life, Its buoyant hopes, wild fears, and idle strife,
Still deathful is the drug-envenom'd dr:
Tho' golden be the bowl from which 'tis q 1 These extracts, published anonymously, are believed
The iss, in Tyrian purple tho' array'd, to have been translated from Buchanan's bitter and Is as much ass, as ass-like when he bray'd powerful satire against the Franciscan friars by the Still fierce will be the lioness- the fox Rev. Dr. Candlish.--ED.
Still crafty-and still mild the mighty ox
The vulture still will whet the thirsty beak- Nor the black robe nor white, nor cowl-clad head,
For always, in whatever spot you be,
Even to the confines of the Frozen Sea, The tiger frets against his cage's side,
Or near the sun, beneath a scorching clime, As wild as when he roam'd in chainless pride. Still, still will follow the fierce lust of crimeThus neither crossing mountains nor the main, Deceit and the dark working of the mind, Sor flying human haunts and follies vain, Where'er you roam, will not be left behind.
BORN 1512 - DIED 1542.
JAMES THE FIFTH was born at the palace king in such restraint as induced him to make of Linlithgow in the month of April, 1512. his escape from the palace of Falkland when When the fatal field of Flodden numbered in his seventeenth year, and take refuge in among its victims the chivalrous James IV., Stirling Castle, the residence of his mother. his successor, the infant prince, was not a year | By the most vigorous measures the king now and a half old. Imong those who had charge proceeded to repress disorders and punish crime of his education was the celebrated Sir David | throughout the kingdom. Attended by a Lindsay of the Mount, and John Bellenden, numerous retinue, under the pretence of enjoythe translator of Boethius' History. The works ing the pleasures of hunting, he visited various of both authors abound with passages referring districts, executing thieves and marauders, to the share which they had in the formation and caused the laws to be obeyed on every foot of the young sovereign's character. It would of Scottish soil. The most memorable of his seem that to the poet the task had chiefly fallen victims was the noted borderer Johnnie Armof attending the prince in his hours of amuse- strong, who was summarily hanged with his ment. In his “Complaint" he says
twenty-four followers, “qubilk," says Pit
scottie, “monie Scottisman heavilie lamented, “And ay quhen thou came from the schule,
for he was ane doubtit man and als guid ane Then I behufft to play the fule."
chieftain as evir was upon the borderis aither It is to the happy influence of Sir David of Scotland or England." Lindsay that we may ascribe a large share of In 1535 James proceeded to France upon a that regard for justice, that taste for literature matrimonial expedition, and married Magila and art, and that love of poetry, music, and lene, eldest daughter of the French king, who romance for which the young Scottish king died of consumption within forty days of her became distinguished.
arrival in Scotland. He afterwards expoured In his twelfth year the nobles, tired of the Mary of Guise. A rupture with Henry VIII. state of misrule into which Scotland had been led to the battle of Solway Mom, one of the brought, and of the dissensions among them- | most ingloriouxengagements in Scottish annaix. selves, requested James to assume the govern- | The command of the army having been conment. His power, however, was merely ferred on Oliver Sinclair, a favourite of the nominal, as four guardians were appointed, king, the hizh-spirited and dixcontented nobles by whom the whole authority of the state was indignantly refused to obey such a leader, and exercised in bis name. The Earl of Angus, were in consequence easily defeated by an one of these, soon obtained the ascendency inferior force. When the tidings of this over his colleagues, and he held the young disaster reached James he was frantic with
grief and mortification. Hastening to Edin. 1 inferior fame, were among the men of letters
roguish humour and freedom of expression. Of the elegant and useful arts, and of all albeit they are rather broad for the last half branches of what was called profane learning, of the nineteenth century: he was a liberal patron and active promoter.
“Old times are changed, old manners gone." “He furnisched the countrie," says Pitscottie, “with all kyndis of craftismen, sik as French: Yet no change of mauners or evolutions of men, Spain yardis, and Dutchmen, quhilk ever time will much affect poetry which is founded wes the finest of thair professioun that culd be in nature; and this makes the lyrics of James bad: quliilk brought the countrie to great as fresh and lively and intelligible as they policie." Lindsay, Buchanan, Bellenden, were more than three hundred years ago, when Maitland, Montgomery, and many others of they were composed by the young king.
THE GABERLUNZIE - MAN.
The pawky auld carle came o'er the lee,
Will you lodge a silly poor man?
And cadgily ranted and sang.
And O, quo' he, an' ye were as black
And awa' wi' me thou shou'd gang.
And awa' wi' thee I wou'd gang.
O wow ! quo' he, were I as free
And I wad never think lang.
When wooing they were sae thrang.
Between the twa was made a plot;
And fast to the bent are they gane.
To speer for the silly poor man.
And he took up his quarters
Into a landart town:
Nor wad he in the byre,
A roving in the night;
Let the moon shine e'er so bright.
The beggar's bed was made at e'en,
Wi' gude clean straw and hay, And in ahint the ha' door
'Twas there the beggar lay.
All for to bar the door,
A roving in the night,
And the moon shine e'er so bright.
She gael to the bed where the beggar lay;
For some of our gear will be gane !
I have lodg'd a leal poor man! Since naething's awa', as we can learn, The kirn's to kirn, and milk to earn, Gae but the house, lass, and waken my bairn,
And bid her come quickly ben.
She's aff' with the gaberlunzie man.
The wearifu' gaberlunzie man.
But she curs d ay, and she bann d.
Cut frae a new cheese a whang
My winsome gaberlunzie man.
After the gaberlunzie man.
And carry the gaberlunzie on.
To carry the gaberlunzie on.
While we shall be merry and sing.
He took the lassie in his arms,
Fast to the bed he ran ( hoolie, hoolie wi' me, sir,
Ye'll waken our gudeman.
And ne'er a word he spak-
A roving in the night,
And the stars are shining bright.
Have ye ony dogs about this toun,
Maiden, tell me true?
My hinney and my dow?
and do me mickle wrang.
A roving in the night,
By coal or candle light.
Then up she gat the meal-powks,
And flang them o'er the wa', The deil gae wi the meal powks
My maiden fame and a';
At least the laird o’ Brodie
Are ye the poor bodie?
THE JOLLY BEGGAR. There was a jollie beggar,
And a begging he was boun,