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Nothing could surpass, in rustic drol- she soon changed her gaze for that of lery, and curious extravagance, the uncontroulable mirth, when she saw manner in which the representative of the fantastic gambols he performed, Auld Glenae delivered this rude and and heard the words of the ballad. My traditional rhyme. The snows and Cameronian maiden alone was unmoa frosts of age seemed to thaw as he pro- ved by the labours of the dramatist, ceeded ; his voice, at first trembling and sat and looked on him, and on the and weak, and interrupted by painful meeting, with the mild but sorrowful coughing, waxed stronger and stronga composure of monumental marble. As er; and ere it reached the third verse, the representative of the licentious pora was as loud and sonorous as the note tioner of Glenae was raised from the of a Cameronian precentor, when three floor by the hands of two peasants, the acres of believers, on a hill side, call for door suddenly opened, and an ancient his deepest and fullest note. Kindling alms-man, or strolling mendicant, adtoo, as it seemed, with the progress of vanced, eyeing, with a look of no ordithe rhyme, and the instrumental ac- nary wrath, this counterfeit presentcompaniments, and forgetting theinfir- ment of himself. “ What !” exclaimmities of years, he proceeded to dance ed the stranger,
- wilt thou presume a wild kind of hornpipe, which seem to forestall the beggarman's stock of ed of a kindred spirit with his verse, evening pastime? I swear by my right and kept exact time with the air of the hand pock, called muckle macfenballad. The very luxury of the theme, and I swear by its companion, called and all its associations, together with little macfen-I also swear by that nosome powerful punch, ministered by a table bag under my crutch arm, callwilling maiden or two ; and which he led oxter-gell, and by that greedy pocimbibed without any manifest inter- ket, called pouch apron, and all my ruption to his labours, seemed com- bags before and behind, to break thy pletely to intoxicate the dramatist; in knaves neck wi' this ashen crutch, if the last verse, he reeled and fell, and, thou dost not instantly make thyself extended as he was on the floor, his scarce in this goodly company.” And heels, and staff, and head, beat audi- suiting the deed to the word, he lifted ble time, and the song was completed up a stick, partaking of the offensive amid unextinguishable laughter. natures of crutch and pike-staff, and
My love for ancient peasant lore, and seemed about to deal the counterfeit the joy that I feel in submitting such mendicant a blow of no friendly kind. a rich and curious relique to the curi- But the merry old man, with an agiosity of mankind, without emendation lity worthy of seventeen, snatched up or mitigation, can only be calculated the raw skin of a sheep, which he found by those rare and learned spirits, who ready at his foot, in which he shroudrevere the scrupulous accuracy of Jo-' ed the head and shoulder of this new seph Ritson, and the commendable and candidate for sympathy, and pulling off gainful credulity of an antiquarian col- a piece of the purest flax from his head, lector of the poetic crumbs of Caledo- which had passed current for snowy. nia. The widow Keturah testified her locks, he threw it on the floor, and dartdelight, by clapping her hands before ed out at the door, leaving the audience her face, and laughing so loudly, as to convulsed with laughter, and shouting be audible above the swell of the song. out, “ Bravely done, Penpont.” “ Ye're a funny auld man,--and gin Our attention was soon recalled to ye'll call in by my gate end, ye shall the mendicant before us, whose ancient have a gowpin o' meal for an awmous, looks had the same demand upon our and a drap o' the best o't_eh, sirs, but reverence as his predecessor. He seemhim whase head's laigh and happed, ed equipped after the beggar in the old was fond o’that sinfu' sweet sang; and song: I mind o' him ance acting and singing His wallets a-fore and a-hint did hing, himself-he had on straw boots-on. ayeon aye—and I'm sure Kate Kel. And a lang kale gulley hung down by his
In as gude order as wallets could be, lóch and me laughed till ye might have bound us wi 'straes—I'll never see his And a muckle nowte horn to rowt on had marrow again, though I should be mar
he. ried to-morrow.” The Highland dam
He thus addressed the Cameronian sel gazed with a look of consternation at the approach of the mendicant, but elder:-" Goodman of Lillycross, ye
have cut the last hookful of standing brief sang, sae be'et that it lacks thae corn, and brought winter to the land lang screeds o' sheer nonsense, called -fair fa' ye, for with winter comes chorusses, and is nae made up o' rinjoy and song, and minstrel mirth, and ning streams, and growing birks, and an old man's tale will be rewarded by lint-white locks o’lasses.” The old a patient ear, and a penny siller.” “We man, taking the instrument from the hae nae time now, ye donard churl," fiddler, proceeded to sing the following said Hugh Halbertson, “ to listen to song, which has been long current lang tales; see nae ye the lasses impa- among the humble mendicants of tient to spring; and hear nae ye the Dumfries-shire, to a tune which seemanxious thrumming of the Crowder's ed to spring from the same source as fiddle? We might find ye lugs for a the song:
THE BEGGARMAN's song.
Were I a king, a crowned one,
The singular grace and glee with wards. The mirth of the harvest-kirn, which this
rude and characteristic old restrained by the presence of so many ballad was sung obtained abundant austere and devout personages, rose applause ; nor was the skill and agility loud and louder; and the augmenting with which he played and danced, as din overtook the departing peasants, an accompaniment, undeserving of no- who listened with a smile, and thought tice. Sometimes he kept the fiddle of the days of their youth. The fiddler, to his chin with becoming gravity, or cherished by a fuller and a stronger shifted it to the crown of his head, and cup, drew a bolder and a merrier bow; placed it behind his back, maintain- and the swains, cheered by the franking the harmony necessary to the per- ness and condescension of the remainformance through all those evolutions. ing damsels, became boundless in their When the mendicant ceased, all the joy, and made the barn-roof shake to old men and matrons rose, and, swath- its remotest rafter.. Sometime before ing themselves in their mauds, drank morning, the Cameronian elder winded a farewell cup to the welfare of Lilly- his horn, the fiddler returned his incross, and its hospitable proprietor; strument to its case, and the merry and, issuing forth among the clear reapers of Lillycross resumed the usual moonlight, gathered their children sanctity of their exterior, under the dearound them, and proceeded home- votionalinfluence of its pious proprietor.
To the Night Wind.
Round the pile,
And wilds and melancholy wastes, and streams
Forlorn, and joyless all; no cottage blaze
But not alone to inland solitudes,
Disturbed, arise The monsters of the deep, and wheel around Their mountainous bulks unwieldy, while aloft, Poised on the feathery summit of the wave, Hangs the frail bark, its howlings of despair Lost on the mocking storm. Then frantic, thou Dost rise, tremendous Power, thy wings unfurled, Unfurled, but nor to succour, nor to save; Then is thine hour of triumph; with a yell, Thou rushest on; and, with a maniac love, Sing'st in the rifted shroud ; the straining mast Yields, and the cordage cracks. Thou churn'st the deep To madness, tearing up the yellow sands
From their profound recesses, and dost strew
Yet sometimes art thou, Demon of the night,
Nor grateful less, unto the realm where shines Thy glittering crest, Canopus, on the verge Of the ungirdled hemisphere, and frown The earth-forsaking pyramids sublime, In Nilus dipping, through the twilight sky, Thou roam'st excursive; while, on minaret, İn solemn voice the Muezzin calls to prayer His Moslem devotees. With thirsty beak, The birds fly panting to the lilied verge Of Mæris lake, where swans unnumber'd oar Their snowy way, amid the azure sheet, To drink refreshment; while, at thy approach, Through all their countless multitude of leaves, The forests murmur, like an infant pleased Beneath a sire's caress; and nightingales Sing to thee, through the lapses of the night.
Unsocial Power ! the realms of Solitude