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SPEED THE PROW.
Dearer to me the little stream,
Whose unimprison'd waters run, Wild as the changes of a dream,
By rock and glen, through shade and sun; Its lovely links had power to bind In welcome chains my wandering mind. So thought I, when I saw the face,
By happy portraiture reveal’d, of one, adorn'd with every grace,
-Her name and date from me conceal'd,
And frolic'd in the gayest ring,
Like sparkling fire-fies on the wing ;
Not the ship that swiftest saileth,
But which longest holds her way Onward, onward, never faileth,
Storm and calm, to win the day ; Earliest she the haven gains, Which the hardest stress sustains. O'er life's ocean, wide and pathless,
Thus would I with patience steer ;
No proud boast to face down fear;
When I crowded every sail,
Grew, as stronger grew the gale ;
But a power invisible
Borne along the gradual swell,
And no star comes through the gloom, On I move, nor will I slacken
Sail, though verging towards the tomb : Bright beyond,-on heaven's high strand, Lo, the lighthouse !- land, land, land ! Cloud and sunshine, wind and weather,
Sense and sight are fleeing fast; Time and tide must fail together,
Life and death will soon be past ; But where day's last spark declines, Glory everlasting shines.
From din, and pageantry, and strife,
Midst woods and mountains, vales and plains, She treads the paths of lowly life,
Yet in a bosom-circle reigns,
THE FIELD OF THE WORLD.
Sow in the morn thy seed,
At eve hold not thine hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed, Broad-cast it o'er the land.
Beside all waters sow,
The highway furrows stock, Drop it where thorns and thistles grow,
Scatter it on the rock.
The good, the fruitful ground,
Expect not here nor there ; O'er hill and dale, by plots, 't is found;
Go forth, then, everywhere.
Thou know'st not which may thrive,
The late or early sown : Grace keeps the precious germs alive,
When and wherever strown.
A FOUNTAIX issuing into light
Before a marble palace, threw
Returning thence in showers of dew;
Flies o'er its eddying surface play'd,
Flocks through the verdant meadows stray'd ; The weary there lay down to rest, And there the halcyon built her nest. 'Tuvas beautiful, to stand and watch
The fountain's crystal turn to gems,
As if 't were raining diadems;
And duly shall appear,
In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.
Thou canst not toil in vain;
Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain,
For garners in the sky.
The day of God is come,
And heaven cry—“Harvest home."
The Ettrick Shepherd was born in Selkirk- settled as a tenant on a large farm; in three shire in Scotland, on the twenty-fifth of Jan- years was penniless, and went to Edinburgh uary, 1772. His forefathers for five centuries to pursue the business of authorship. His had pursued the same humble calling among first attempt was an unsalable book of verses ; the solitudes of the Ettrick and the Yarrow, his second a weekly newspaper, which was and when but seven years of age, the destined sustained for more than a year;
and when poet was compelled to earn his own bread by they failed, and his town friends began to herding the cows of a neighbouring farmer. desert him, he retired to a quiet old house He had therefore no opportunity to acquire the
in the suburbs, and wrote “ The Queen's ordinary education of the Scottish peasant. Wake,” which surprised his acquaintances, Of all the bards of his country, he was the and established on a firm basis his reputation only one really self-instructed. Burns, com as a poet. Removing once more into the pared with Hogg, had the accomplishınents of denser portion of the city, he took up his a gentleman. He was taught to read, and he quarters at the little tavern made famous afterwrote a clear hand. But the subject of our ward as the scene of the “ Noctes Ambrosiabiography, was in his twentieth year before he næ," where he continued to reside for many learned the alphabet. Knowing by rote the years.
He wrote the “ Witch of Fife," words of ballads he had heard his mother sing, “ Queen Hynde," " " Mador of the Moor,” the in his long leisure on the hills he compared “ Pilgrims of the Sun," and other poems, them with the printed pages, and by such and several volumes of tales and sketches, of slow process, advanced until “ the hardest various merit, besides his contributions to Scripture names could scarcely daunt him.” “* Blackwood's Magazine," of which he was The rough but forcible stanzas beginning one of the principal founders. My name is Donald McDonald,
This world-renowned periodical had been I live in the Highlands sae grand,"
established by Thomas Pringle and a Mr. were sung throughout the empire before their Cleghorn, who, disagreeing with the pubauthor could distinguish a printed copy of lisher, set up a rival under the auspices of them from a leaf of Blackstone. About the Constable. Blackwood engaged Wilson, year 1802, he went to Edinburgh with a flock Hogy, and a few other writers, and continued of sheep, for the disposal of which he was his miscellany with such spirit and ability, obliged to wait a few days in town. He could that it soon acquired a vast circulation. The now write ; he had acquired some local reputa- “ Noctes Ambrosianæ," constituted the most tion by his traditionary songs and ballads; and remarkable series of papers ever printed in a he determined to have a small volume of them periodical, and instead of being merely inprinted. He succeeded; the collection, which vented, as may have been supposed, were for in his memoirs he declares was “extraordinari a considerable period adaptations of what stupit,” attracted the attention of Scott and actually took place at Hogg's lodgings. others in the metropolis, and increased the Among the Shepherd's various literary proconsideration with which the shepherd was ductions not before mentioned, were a comregarded by his class. It was not successful pilation of “ Jacobite Relics,” and two novels in a pecuniary point of view; but he was entitled “ The Three Perils of Man," and ambitious and undaunted; he soon had ready - The Three Perils of Woman,” published by a second volume, for which Constable paid Longman, for which the author received some him a hundred and fifty pounds, and with this two hundred and fifty pounds. amount, and another hundred received for a Hogg was married in 1823, and embarking treatise on the management of sheep, he soon afterward in too extensive farming opedeemed himself a rich man. He unwisely rations, he lost the money he had acquired by