That to adore.

On to the shore;

And many a lesser torrent scuds,

With seeming roar.

There, where a sceptred Pictish shade Stalk'd round his ashes lowly laid, I mark'd a martial race portray'd

In colours strong;
Bold, soldier-featur'd, undismay'd
They strode along.

Thro' many a wild, romantic grove,
Near many a hermit-fancy'd cove,
(Fit haunts for friendship or for love
In musing mood,)
An aged Judge, I saw him rove,
Dispensing good.

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

* The Wallaces. + William Wallace. Adam Wallace, of Richardton, cousin to the im. mortal preserver of Scottish independence.

Wallace, Laird of Craigie, who was second in command, under Douglas Earl of Ormond, at the famous battle on the banks of Sark, fought anno 1418. That glorious victory was principally owing to the judicious Conduct and intrepid valour of the gallant Laird of Craigie, 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 Coils. field, where his burial-place is still shown.

1 Barskimming, the seat of the late Lord Justice-Clerk. ** Catrine, the seat of the late Doctor, and present Professor Stewart.

Brydon's brave ward* 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 inspired bard!
In me thy native muse regard!
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, Who, all beneath his high command, Harmoniously,

As arts or arms they understand,

Their labours 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's roar,

They, sightless, stand,

To mend the honest patriot-lore,

And grace the hand.

And when the bard, or houry 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-inspired tongue; Hence sweet harmonious Beattie sung

His "Minstrel lays ;"

Or tore, with noble ardour stung,
The sceptic's bays.

To lower orders are assign'd
The humbler ranks of human-kind,

Colonel Fullarton.

The cleanest corn that e'er was dight
May hae some pyles o' caff in;
Sae ne'er a fellow-creature slight
For random fits o' daffin.-

Solomon.-Eccles, ch. vii. ver. 16.

I.

O YE wha are sae guid yoursel,
Sae pious and sae holy,
Ye've nought to do but mark and tell
Your neebour's fauts and folly!
Whase life is like a weel gaun mill,
Supply'd wi' store o' water,
The heapet happer's ebbing still,

And still the clap plays clatter.

II.

Hear me, ye venerable core,
As counsel for poor mortals,

That frequent pass douce Wisdom's door
For glaikit Folly's portals;

I, for their thoughtless, careless sakes,
Would here propone defences,
Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes,
Their failings and mischances.

III.

Ye see your state wi' theirs compared,
And shudder at the niffer,

But cast a moment's fair regard,
What maks the mighty differ?
Discount what scant occasion gave
That purity ye pride in,

And (what's aft mair than a' the lave)
Your better art o' hiding.

IV.

Think, when your castigated pulse
Gies now and then a wallop,
What ragings must his veins convulse,
That still eternal gallop:

Wi' wind and tide fair i' your tail,
Right on ye scud your sea-way;
But in the teeth o' baith to sail,
It maks an unco lee-way.

V.

See social life and glee sit down,
All joyous and unthinking,
Till, quite transmogrified, they're grown
Debauchery and drinking:
O would they stay to calculate

Th' eternal consequences;
Or your more dreaded hell to state,
Damnation of expenses!

VI.

Ye high, exalted, virtuous dames,
Ty'd up in godly laces,
Before ye gie poor frailty names,
Suppose a change o' cases;

A dear lov'd lad, convenience snug,
A treacherous inclination-

But let me whisper i' your lug,
Ye're aiblins nae temptation.

When this worthy old sportsman went out last muirfow! season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian's phrase, the last of his fields!' and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.

+ A certain preacher, a great favourite with the mil lion. Vide the Ordination, Stanza II.

Another preacher, an equal favourite with the few, who was at that time ailing. For him see also the Or dination, Stanza IX.

[THE following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added, to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the pea sautry in the West of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such should honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.]

Yes! let the rich deride, the poor disdain,
The simple pleasures of the lowly train;
To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
Goldsmith

I.

UPON that night, when fairies light,
On Cassilis Downans dance,
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,
On sprightly coursers prance;
Or for Colean the route is ta'en,
Beneath the moon's pale beams!

*Killie is a phrase the country folks sometimes use for Kilmarnock.

Is thought to be a night when witches, devils, and other mischief-making beings, are all abroad on their baneful midnight errands; particularly those aerial people, the Fairies, are said on that night to hold a grand anniversary.

Certain little, romantic, rocky, green hills, in the neighbourhood of the ancient seat of the Earls of Cassilis.