HONISTER CRAG,-CUMBERLAND.

"IN this wild and picturesque glen a skirmish took place between the Elliotts and the Græmes, in which the young leader of the Scottish clan was slain, though his party were victorious. They buried him in an opening on the hillside; and every clansman brought a fragment of rock, to raise a rude monument to his honour. On the summit of the pile they placed his bonnet, shield, and claymore, that neither friend nor foe should pass irreverently the youthful warrior's grave."

NOT where the green grass hides

His kindred before him;
Not where his native trees

Droop to deplore him;
But in the stranger's land
Must we bestow him.

Leave there his sword and shield,
That all may know him.

Never was fairer youth,

Never was bolder;

Who would have met his sword

A few summers older?

Ne'er will our chieftain's line

Yield such another;

Who can, amid us all?

Tell it his mother.

The country in this part is filled with traditions that record, and ballads that celebrate anecdotes of the predatory warfare then so general. The following ballad was communicated to me by a friend, who has the usual vivid memory of childhood on subjects connected with its early impressions. Not only has it never been published, but it is so curious and quaint, that I cannot resist its insertion here. At least, it is illustrative of the wild scenery haunted by yet wilder memories.

THE lord said to his ladie,
As he mounted his horse,

Beware of Long Lonkin
That lies in the moss.

The lord said to his ladie
As he rode away,
Beware of Long Lonkin,

That lies in the clay.

LONG LONKIN.

What care 1 for Lonkin,

Or any of his gang,

My doors are all shut,

And my windows penn'd in?

There were six little windows,

And they were all shut,
But one little window,

And that was forgot.

This engraving represents our accomplished author as the lady of a chapter belonging to a chivalric order. This high compliment from a German court was paid to the merit of Thaddeus of Warsaw. This Portrait, as contrasted with that of her sister, well justifies the appellation bestowed upon them by mutual friends-they went by the names of L'Allegro and Il Penseroso.