And brandish round the deep-dy' steel
In sturdy blows;

While back-recoiling seem'd to reel
Their Southron foes.

His Country's Savior, mark him well;
Bold Richardton's † heroic swell;
The chief on Sark‡ who glorious fell,
In high command;

And HE whom ruthless Fates expel
His native land.

There, where a sceptr'd Pictish shade §
Stalk'd round its ashes lowly laid,
I mark'd a martial race, portray'd
In colors strong;

Bold, soldier-featur'd, undismay'd,
They strode along.

Thro' many a wild, romantic grove,]
Near many a hermit-fancied cove,
(Fit haunts for Friendship or for Love,)
In musing mood,

An aged Judge, I saw him rove,

Dispensing good.

* William Wallace. † Adam Wallace, of Richardton, cousin to the immortal preserver of Scottish independence.

↑ Wallace, laird of Cragie, who was second in command, under Doug las, earl of Ormond, at the famous battle on the banks of Sark, fought A. D. 1448. That glorious victory was principally owing to the judicious conduct and intrepid valor of the gallant laird of Cragie, who died of his wounds after the action.

Coilus, king of the Picts, from whom the district of Kyle is said to take its name, lies buried, as tradition says, near the family-seat of the Montgomeries of Coil's-field, where his burial-place is still shown. I Barskimming, the seat of the late Lord Justice Clerk.

With deep-struck, reverential awe,*
The learned Sire and Son I saw;
To Nature's God and Nature's law
They gave their lore;

This, all its source and end to draw
That, to adore.

Brydone's brave wardt I well could spy
Beneath old Scotia's smiling eye,
Who call'd on Fame, low standing by,
To hand him on,

Where many a patriot-name on high,
And hero shone.

DUAN SECOND.

With musing-deep, astonish'd stare,
I view'd the heav'nly-seeming Fair;
A whisp'ring throb did witness bear,
Of kindred sweet,
When, with an elder sister's air,
She did me greet.

All hail! my own inspir'd Bare!
In me thy native muse regarà!
Nor longer mourn thy fate is hard!
Thus poorly low!

I come to give thee such reward
As we bestow.

"Know, the great Genius of this land
Has many a light, aerial band,

* Catrine, the seat of the late doctor and present professor. Stewart

Colonel Fullarton.

Who, all beneath his high command,
Harmoniously,

As arts or arms they understand,
Their labors ply.

"They Scotia's race among them share; Some fire the Soldier on to dare;

Some rouse the Patriot up to bare
Corruption's heart;

Some teach the Bard, a darling care,
The tuneful art.

""Mong swelling floods of.reeking gore, They ardent, kindling spirits pour; Or, 'mid the venal senate roar,

They, sightless, stand,

To mend the honest patriot-lore,

And grace the land.

"And when the Bard, or hoary Sage,

Charm or instruct the future age,
They bind the wild poetic rage

In energy;

Or point the inconclusive page

Full on the eye.

"Hence Fullarton, the brave and young
Hence Dempster's zeal-inspir'd tongue;
Hence sweet, harmonious Beattie sung
His 'minstrel lays;'

Or tore, with noble ardor stung,
The skeptic's bays.

"To lower orders are assign'd

The humbler ranks of human-kind.

The rustic Bard, the lab'ring hind,
The Artisan;

All choose, as various they're inclin❜d,
The various man.

"When yellow waves the heavy grain,
The threat'ning storm some strongly rein
Some teach to meliorate the plain,
With tillage skill.

And some instruct the shepherd train,
Blithe o'er the hill.

"Some hint the lover's harmless wile;
Some grace the maiden's artless smile;
Some soothe the lab'rer's weary toil,
For humble gains,

And make his cottage-scenes beguile
His cares and pains.

"Some, bounded to a district space, Explore at large man's infant race, To mark the embryotic trace

Of rustic bard;

And careful note each op'ning grace,
A guide and guard.

"Of these am I-COILA my name;

And this district as mine I claim,
Where once the Campbells, chiefs of fame,
Held ruling pow'r:

I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame,

Thy natal hour.

"With future hope I oft would gaze,

Fond, on thy little early ways,

Thy rudely caroll'd chiming phrase,
In uncouth rhymes,

Fir'd at the simple, artless lays
Of other times.

"I saw thee seek the sounding shore,
Delighted with the dashing roar;
Or, when the North his fleecy store
Drove thro' the sky,

1 saw grim Nature's visage hoar
Struck thy young eye.

"Or, when the deep-green mantled earth
Warm cherish'd ev'ry flow'rets birth,
And joy and music pouring forth
In ev'ry grove,

I saw thee eye the gen'ral mirth
With boundless love.

"When ripen'd fields, and azure skies,
Call'd forth the reapers' rustling noise,
I saw thee leave their evening joys,
And lonely stalk,

To vent thy bosom's swelling rise
In pensive walk.

"When youthful love, warm-blushing, strong
Keen-shiv'ring shot thy nerves along,
Those accents, grateful to thy tongue,
Th' adored name,

I taught thee how to pour in song,
To soothe thy flame.

"I saw thy pulses madd'ning play, Wild send thee pleasure's devious way,