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an inland laird-a maker of matches the vessel kept on her course with a among cattle, a drainer of mosses, slow and steady motion, and the isand a parer and burner of moors,- and land, with all its line of picturesque slighted the jovial sailor. There are coast, gradually lessened on our view. handsome lasses among the islands if A mariner, who sat on the stern listena man can get at them but there ing to the subsiding, foaming, and are so many Donalds with dirks, and so frying of the waters in the wake, many Duncans with claymores, that chaunted, with abundance of rough a man's best blood's in some small energy, the song of the Sailor's Lady jeopardy who lays a tarry hand upon a common chaunt among the western them.'

islands, and now sung wherever the " While this conversation passed, English pennon floats.



Come busk you gallantlie,

Busk and make you ready,
Maiden, busk and come,

And be a sailor's lady.
The foamy ocean's ours,

From Hebride to Havannah,
And thou shalt be my queen,
And reign upon it, Anna.

See my bonnie ship,

So stately and so steady ;
Thou shalt be my queen,

And she maun be my lady :
The west wind in her wings,

The deep sea all in motion,
Away she glorious goes,
And crowns me king of ocean.

Gladsome is the time

When all our cups are foamin-
Sweet to weary hinds

The dewy hour of gloamin-
But sweeter still to go

With thee, sweet winsome woman,
Where wills the wind and thou

Amid the ocean roamin.

The merry lads are mine,

From Thames, and Tweed, and Shannon;
The Bourbon flowers grow pale

When I hang out my pennon ;
I'll win thee gold and gems,

With pike and cutlass clashing,
With all my broad sails set,
And all my camion flashing.

Come with me and see

The golden islands glowing,
Come with me and hear

The flocks of India lowing ;
Thy fire shall be of spice,

The dews of eve drop manna,
Thy chamber floor of gold,

And men adore thee, Anna.

“ While the neighbouring shores whole way from Mull to Bernuda, rang to this maritime ditty, the course and all that she had to do was to of the vessel was suddenly altered, smooth the old man's bed in the and we presently found ourselves morning, and make him a cordial abreast of the island we had lately cosie and warm when he went to passed, and let slip our anchor in a sleep. But ware hawks! if we are small and sheltered bay. The shore, not handy, we shall have these night rough and savage on the other side owls of fowlers about our ears, So of the isle, was smooth and beautiful sheer off, my lads, sheer off, and I on this, and a short coat of tufted will remain here with a couple of grass covered the land froń the wa- men to guard the boats and receive ter edge till it sloped upwards to the the prizes.' And away we marched, peaks of the distant rocks. The sea conducted by the boatswain, was calm, the wind was still, and the “ The scene before us, lying amid moon from the summit of the lofty the silent splendour of the moon, was cliffs shot down the green sward, and inexpressibly lonesome and grand. far over the sea, a thin broad stream The island was small-stood, in a of pure and wavering light. The clear day, within sight of the mainsailors crowded upon deck, and a land, and rose at the northern exshort and whispered consultation tremity high and beautiful amid the passed among them-a shrill whistle wilderness of waters. As far as sight was given, a couple of boats were could reach, the sea waves rolled and lowered, and ten armed men leaped heaved in multitudes, flashing atevery into each. As I stood looking earnest- undulation beneath the moon's uninly on this sudden movement, a sailor terrupted light. I could perceive seized me, and pitching me over the no trace of cultivation, nor any thing ship's side among the crew of the that indicated the presence of man as nearest boat, exclaimed amid the we proceeded ; till, turning round the suppressed mirth of his companions, base of a line of rocks which shut out • Learn young, learn fair--the earlier a little green vale from the sweep of in sin the sooner in repentance;' and, the sea-breeze, I beheld a circle of ere I gained my feet, the boat knocked immense unhewn stones occupying upon the land, and I went on shore the valley like the columns of a temwith my companions.

ple. Above them lay a line of hori“Now, my lads,' said Captain zontal rocks, round which processions Cutawa, remember that a quiet of men with arms and instruments of tongue, a ready hand, and a quick music had been rudely sculptured. thought, maun be your leaders to- Time, which strips the most exquisite night. Ye all know what I want- labours of the sculptor's hand of half and I need not repeat, that a bonnie their delicacy of execution and exlass and a fine knave bairn are main pressive grace, had committed no such matters in request. Bring me not a ravages here: the sweep of the temsucking brat from the mother's knee, pest (and here it comes in all its like daft Captain Jinker, and hav strength) had only softened down the to nurse it for your pains - nor rude and rugged resemblances of a withered beldame halting on a human forms and human actions ; crutch, like the prize of Will Bunt- the stamp of free original thought, ling, but bring me a boy to hand the which ever belongs to a people whose sails and climb aloft in a squall; and impulses are immediately fromnature, a girl to bake our bread and ballast remained unobliterated. our hammocks, my hearty lads. A " The boatswain summoned his white brow and a blue eye, a swan comrades to the shaded side of one long neck and a gentle tongue, and a of those huge columns-laying a hulightsome heart, and a head of nut- mán scale of measurement to their brown hair, will bring the gold among gigantic dimensions. The crew of a the sugar-cane and spiceisles. There's pirate ship, armed for outrage and old Captain Kidnapper, many a mo- wrong, and acquainted with scenes ther has he left wailing o'er an empty of rapine and blood, and even then cradle among the western isles of old plotting atrocities, (at that time, and Scotland. I have known him give long after, too common among the down two hundred golden Georges unprotected isles) dwindled into infor a silly slip of a girl who wept the significance in the contemplation. In

the centre, as a throne or altar, stood mother, with a child in her lap, sat a stone more gigantic than its fellows, trimming a scanty fire, where a piphewn into an immense chair, with an kin simmered with food for her boy earth-fast footstool of solid rock, bear- As I gazed on the scene before me, ing the impression of two large feet I thought, Cursed be the hand that sunk deeply into its face. Here, tra- offers ye wrong, and may sorrow and dition affirms, the old barbarian mon- sadness follow those who would part archs of the isles were crowned, such a mother from her children.' seated on the throne, and their feet The maiden seemed some fifteen placed in the corresponding holes years old—with a blithe glance, and a below. I stood imagining a covering cheek glowing in health, a neck long for this ancient palace or temple ---but and round, and tanned, from the inthe risen moon, with her assembled fluence of the sun, where it was unstars, and the blue vault of heaven, sheltered by the moving (as she walkpresented a roof too grand and appro- ed) of her long and curling ringlets. I priate to admit one of meaner mate- looked around the chamber, which, rials. I was hastily summoned from with its scanty and humble furniture, this reverie to attend my companions. showed nothing to indicate that a

"I found them pursuing their man was the owner-nor gun, nor way with silence and caution towards net, nor fish-spear, were there. The what seemed an irregular line of mother hung her head over her two rocks or hillocks--but lights gleam- children with a look of mournful coning from the little wickets or win- templation, and I could perceive her dows, and a thin long line of smoke glances occasionally wandering to a curling seaward from the summit of bonnet and chequered plaid which each, distinguished them as the hung suspended over a small couch abodes of the rude and simple is- of heather covered with some coarse landers. They were the most un- blankets and rugs, and from beneath comfortable-looking dwellings ima- which appeared a bed of seafowls' ginable-built of rough stones, with feathers, gathered by her daughter's layers of moss, and covered with hea- hands among the island rocks and ther, over which ropes were inter- caverns. The girl laid aside her twined, like the chequers of a clans- spindle, proceeded to wind her thread man's plaid, to secure them against into quantities, and ever as she the storm. There were twelve or moved the reel about, she chaunted fourteen houses in all; sea fowls' fea- with a low, and a gentle, and a methers were scattered about in all direc- lancholy voice one of her island songs. tions, and the smell of fish issued Long afterwards, when I met her on strong from each door and window. her native land-lady of an isle--wife As we approached, we beard a wo- of one of the bravest island chiefs, man singing one of her wild native and mother of four fair daughters and ballads, and I was ordered up to two stately sons-she sang the song the 'window to reconnoitre the in- to me—but prosperity, and domestic mates of her house. I pushed a happiness, and change of circumsmall board aside, suspended on a stance, had taken away its wild and couple of leather hinges, and a dull melting influence - and it excited less and smoky light diffused from a emotion than it did in the eathusiastic lamp showed me a young fair-haired days of my youth. girl twining coloured wool, while her

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As I sail'd past green Jura's isle,

Among the waters lone,
I heard a voice-a sweet low voice,

Atween a sigh and moan :
With ae babe at her bosom, and

Another at her knee,
A woman waild the bloody wars

In Low Germanie.

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Oh woe unto these cruel wars

That ever they began,
For they have swept my native isle

Of many a pretty man:
For first they took my brethren twain,

Then wiled my love frae me.
Woe, woe'unto the cruel wars
In Low Germanie !

I saw him when he sail'd away,

And furrow'a far the brine,
And down his foes came to the shore,

In many a glittering line;
The war-steeds rush'ð amang the waves,

The guns came flashing free,
But could nae keep my gallant love
From Low Germanie.

Oh say, ye maidens, have ye seen,

When swells the battle cry,
. A stately youth with bonnet blue

And feather floating high,

that flashes fierce for all,
But ever mild to me?
Oh that's the lad who loves me best
In Low Germanie..

Where'er the cymbal's sound is heard,

And cittern sweeter far,
Where'er the trumpet blast is blown,

And horses rush to war ;
The blythest at the banquet board,

And first in war is he,
The bonnie lad whom I love best
In Low Germanie.

I sit upon the high green land,

When mute the waters lie,
And think I see my true-love's sail

Atween the sea and sky.
With ae bairn at my bosom, and

Another at my knee,
I sorrow for my soldier lad

In Low Germanie,

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“ While I stood hearkening to the dulged in their turns with a brief melody of this young and beautiful look; an Irish sailor happened to be creature, Borthwick came suddenly the last, and such was his impatience to my side, and withdrawing me to see this young island beauty, that, from the aperture in the window, during the scrutiny of his comrades, gazed for some minutes, then turned he ran whispering from side to side, to me, and whispered :- She is the “Oh! for the love of the saints, let sweetest maiden I ever beheld and me get but one peep at her. In a the mother too has lost little of her moment the work of outrage and bloom--some people now like that violence commenced; the doors were sorrowful cast of face, and would flung to the walls, and, standing idly lay down more gold for it than for and aghast in the midst of the village, merrier looks.' We were now joined I heard the voice of expostulationby our companions, who were in- the shrieks of surprise - the cry of anger and of agony—the wailing of be upon you.' The maiden renewed mothers—and the weeping of chil- again her struggles as her mother's dren, Two boys and a girl--the voice became faint; but she was former the sons of a fisherman, and borne upon deck, carried speedily the latter the fair-haired songstress below, and all that I could hear of whose melody had moved me so her was a bitter sob and moan. much—were borne down to the When she disappeared, her mother boats; while behind followed a long uttered a low faint shriek, dropt line of women, the aged and the helpless in the water, and was borne young, filling the air with sorrow- homewards her long hair trailing ing and intercessions. My heart on the ground. died within me when I saw with “ We lay a little while within sight what a crew of wretches my evil of the island, and heard the confortune had associated me; and boy tinued cry and lamentation of the as I was, and alone, I had my hands women, and saw lights hurrying from more than once on my pistols to sa- cabin to cabin-their husbands recrifice some of the ruffians who were turning from the cliffs, and preparing leaders in this signal act of wrong. their arms: but pursuit or attack But such a deed I soon saw would was not to be dreaded by a ship so only be to throw my life foolishly swift, and by mariners so expert, as away, and I resolved to conceal my ours. We spread our sails, and stood feelings, and keep vengeance for a quietly away among the moon-light fitter time and place.

waters, till we reached another little “ We had hardly pushed the boats isle, where, standing into a small bay, an oar's length from land, when I we dropt anchor and went ashore. beheld the unhappy mother of the We pitched our tent, placed ourmaiden breaking from all the re- selves on the ground, spread out our straints of her neighbours, and rush- provisions, and two kegs of liquor ing after us into the water. She were brought from the ship, and stretched her hands towards us, while drinking cups placed beside them. her eyes gleamed through her tears Two sailors were despatched with her hair streamed unbound behind me in quest of a spring; and we found her-and, uttering a loud shriek, she a little fountain, or rather basin, full cried, · Give me my child-give me of cold pure water, which trickled my child : are ye men, and have ye from the face of a neighbouring rock. milked a woman's bosom, and will As I stooped to fill my vessel, I obye carry away the darling of her served a human figure muffled up in heart? Give me my child--my fair- a Highland plaid, a staff in his hand, haired child-my only child, who and a small bag of provisions at his has no father to guard or to save side, in the manner of a pilgrim or her--for he is in a far foreign land wanderer from place to place; a dustyfighting for his chief and his country: foot, as they are expressively called will ye carry away the daughter of in the north. We spoke, but he a brave and an honest sodger?' The made no reply--we shouted-be ana boats held on their course, and the swered with a writhe or a groan, as maiden shrieked and struggled, and if our notice of him was painful. I endeavoured to cast herself into the looked in his face ; it was as wan as water. The voice of her mother was clay-his hands were clenched and again heard : Oh! she is gone, she trembling on the head of his staff, is gone--the delight of her mother's and he seemed struggling for utterheart, and the light of day to her ance. He began to wave his hands father's ee. Oh! monsters, not men for us to depart; and his lips had the -and more devils than monsters, motion of speech, but no words came may the waters open and swallow - and a foam was upon them. At ye up.-may Heaven rain fire upon once he started wildly to his feetyour heads—and may the tempest uttered groan after groan-crossed which spares many, find you soon, his breast and brow incessantly -- his and pity your cry, as you now pity grey hair seemed to stiffen and erect mine! But a mother's curse and á itself; and then he broke out in the mother's cry shall pursue you—and following wild and incoherent mansudden judgment, and the avenge- ner-his hands waring and his eyes ment of worse than spilt blood, shall rolling :


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