as admiral of the regatta on Windermere, he headed his magnificent ten-oared barge-a relic of his former extensive flotilla—a radiant procession of inferior craft, carrying with him a brilliant party, of which Mr. Canning, Sir Walter Scott, Mr. Wordsworth, and Mr. Lockhart were the chief ornaments.

In the summer of 1832 he enjoyed a long cruise with the experimental squadron on board H.M.S. Vernon, under Sir F. Collier. His wife died in 1837. Professor Wilson's health began to give way in 1851, and it became obvious that his academical chair must be resigned. Through the kindness of the Lord Advocate Moncrieff and the liberality of the Whig Government under Earl Russell a pension of £300 a year was settled on him by Her Majesty. He continued slowly but perceptibly to decline, suffering, however, no great pain; and although his spirits were frequently dejected, his faculties were never overthrown. He expired placidly in his house, Gloucester Place, at midnight, 2nd April, 1854.

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The works of Professor Wilson, collected principally from Blackwood's Magazine, and edited by his son-in-law, Professor Ferrier, have been published in twelve volumes by Messrs. Blackwood. They contain "Noctes Ambrosianae," 4 vols. ; ,"4 'Essays, Critical and Imaginative," 4 vols. ; "Recreations of Christopher North," 2 vols.; "Tales," I vol.; "Poems," I vol. His life, in two volumes, entitled "Christopher North: A Memoir of John Wilson," has been written by his daughter, Mrs. Gordon.

The Voice of the Mountain.

LIST! while I tell what forms the mountain's voice!
The storm are up; and from yon sable cloud
Down rush the rains; while 'mid the thunder loud
The viewless eagles in wild screams rejoice.
The echoes answer to the unearthly voice
Of hurling rocks, that, plunged into the lake,
Send up a sullen groan: from clefts and caves,
As of half-murder'd wretch, hark; yells awake,
Or red-eyed phrensy as in chains he raves.

These form the mountain's voice; these, heard at night,
Distant from human being's known abode,
To earth some spirits bow in cold affright
But some they lift to glory and to God.

PROFESSOR JOHN WILSON.

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Written on the Sabbath Day.

When by God's inward light, a happy child,
I walk'd in joy, as in the open air,

It seem'd to my young thought the Sabbath smiled
With glory and with love. So still, so fair,

The Heavens look'd ever on that hallow'd morn,
That, without aid of memory, something there
Had surely told me of its glad return.
How did my little heart at evening burn,
When, fondly seated on my father's knee,
Taught by the lip of love, I breathed the prayer,
Warm from the fount of infant piety!

Much is my spirit changed, for years have brought
Intenser feeling and expanded thought;
Yet, must I envy every child I see!

The Evening-Cloud.

A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun,
A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow ;
Long had I watched the glory moving on
O'er the still radiance of the lake below.
Tranquil its spirit seem'd and floated slow!
Even in its very motion, there was rest:
While every breath of eve that chanced to blow,
Wafted the traveller to the beauteous West.
Emblem, methought, of the departed soul !
To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given;
And by the breath of mercy made to roll.
Right onward to the golden gates of Heaven,
Where, to the eye of Faith, it peaceful lies,
And tells to man his glorious destinies.

REV. ANDREW WYNTOUN.

1350-1420.

BY WALTER J. KAYE, M.A.

ANDREW WYNTOUN, the third, as regards date, of the great Scottish poets of whom we have any data, was born about the year 1350, though we have no precise information as to its accuracy. He was one of the Canons-Regular of St. Andrew's, which at that period was considered the most important religious institution in the kingdom. In or about the year 1395, he was elected Prior of the Monastry of St. Serf, in Lochleven. Wyntoun, thus speaks of himself in one part of his "Orygynale Cronykil of Scotland

"Of my defaute it is my name

Be baptisme, Andrewe of Wyntoune,
Of Sanct Andrew a chanoune
Regulare; bot, roucht for thi

Of thaim all the lest worthy.

Bot of thair grace and their favoure

I was but meryt, made prioure

Of the Yncle within Lochlevyne."

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In St. Andrew's priory there are several public instruments by Wyntoun as Prior of Lochleven, dated between the years 1395 and 1413, and in the last pages of his "Crony Kil," he makes mention of the Council of Constance which began November 16th, 1414, and terminated May 24th, 1418. Wyntoun is supposed to have died two years after this latter date. For 300 years, notwithstanding its great historical value, Wyntoun's poem remained utterly neglected, but towards the close of the last century there was published a portion of it which related more immediately to the affairs of Scotland. This contained copious and valuable notes by David Macpherson. As a picture of ancient manners, as a repository of historical anecdotes, and as a specimen of the literary attainments of our ancestors, the chronicle of Wyntoun is most valuable. The student of history will find in it an account of numerous transactions in Scottish story, many of them given from

REV. ANDREW WYNTOUN.

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Wyntoun's own knowledge, or from the reports of eye witnesses. Wyntoun was evidently a man of considerable culture of which his poem gives ample evidence, containing as it does quotations from Aristotle, Cicero, Livy, and other ancient authors, besides mentioning Augustine, Cato, Dionysius, Homer, Virgil, and others. David Laing edited, in 1872, a new edition of the Chronicle, containing those portions of it which had not previously appeared in print. The extract from the "Cronykil" is taken from the twenty-sixth chapter of the eighth book.

The Chronicle of Scotland.

Ande, or all this tyme wes gone,
The yhowng Erle aff Murrawe Jhon,
And Schyre Archebald off Dowglas,
That brodyr till Schyre Jamy's was,
Purchasyd thame a cumpany,

A thowsand wycht men and hardy.
Till Anand in a [tranowntyng]

Thai come on thame in the dawyng!

Thare war syndry gud men slayne.

Schyre Henry the Ballyoll thame agayne,

Wyth a staffe fawcht sturdyly,

And dyntis delt rycht dowchtyly,

That men hym envyd efftyr his day.

Thare deyde Schyre Jhone than the Mowbray :

And Alysawndyre the Brws wes tame,

Bot the Ballyoll his gat is gane

On a barme hors wyth leggys bare:

Swa fell, that he ethchapyd thare.

The lave, that ware noucht tane in hand,

Fled, qwhare thai mycht fynd warrand;
Swa that all that cumpany

Dyscumfyt ware all halyly.

The Scottis men syne, that hade dredyng,
That Schyre Edward, aff Ingland Kyng,
Suld cum wyth fors in till oure land.
(As he dyd, nowcht a gayne standand
The pese, that sworne wes, and made,
And confermyd wyth selys brade);

Made ordynawns thare land to save,
To the Erle Patryk thai gave

The Caxtell o' Berwyke ine kepyng;
And syne the town in governyng
Thai gave till Alysawndyr off Seytown,
That wes a knycht aff gud renown.

Schyre Andrew aff Murrawe gud and wycht.
That was a bald and a stowt knycht,
That nane bettyr wes in his day,
Fra the gud kynd Robert wes away,
Was made Wardane aff all the land.
And fra he tuk that state on hand,
He gert sowmownd his folk in hy:
And thai assemblyd hastyly.
And wyth that folk he held his way
Till Roxburch, quhare the Ballyoll lay,
That had befor in Ingland bene,

Off sergeandys thare and knychtis kene
He gat a gret cumpany.

Schyre Andrew theddyor cam hym hy;
Hys men held nouch and all gud array;
Swn yhowng men, as I herd say,
Come ane the bryg; bot Inglis men
Swa gret debate made wyth thame then,
That thai welle sune war put away;
The bryg syne occupyid thai.
And in defens aff Rawff Goldyng,

That wes borne downe on a myddyng,

Schyre Andrew Murrawe owt aff his stale,
That wend, that all his menyhe hale
Had folowyd, bot thai dyd noucht swa
(For swnae aff thame war fere hym fra).

Finis.