Man, hound, or horse, of higher fame,
To wake the wild deer never came,
Since Alnwick's Earl pursued the game
On Cheviot's rueful day;
Keeldar was matchless in his speed,
Than Tarras, ne'er was stancher steed,
A peerless archer, Percy Rede:

And right dear friends were they.

The chase engross'd their joys and woes,

Together at the dawn they rose,
Together shared the noon's repose,
By fountain or by stream;
And oft, when evening skies were red
The heather was their common bed,
Where each, as wildering fancy led,

Still hunted in his dream.

Now is the thrilling moment near,
Of sylvan hope and sylvan fear,
Yon thicket holds the harbour'd deer,

The signs the hunters know ;With eyes of flame, and quivering ears The brake sagacious Keeldar nears; The restless palfrey paws and rears; The archer strings his bow.

The game's afoot!-Halloo! Halloo! Hunter, and horse, and hound pur

sue;

But woe the shaft that erring flew,—
That e'er it left the string!
And ill betide the faithless yew!
The stag bounds scatheless o'er the
dew,

And gallant Keeldar's life-blood true Has drench'd the grey-goose wing.

The noble hound-he dies, he dies, Death, death has glazed his fixed eyes, Stiff on the bloody heath he lies,

Without a groan or quiver. Now day may break and bugle sound, And whoop and hollow ring around, Ando'er his couch the stag may bound, But Keeldar sleeps for ever.

breast,

And, in her Cooper's colours drest,

The scene shall live for ever.

rest with the slain;

To their health and their glee, that

see Teviot again!

LINES ON FORTUNE, A SKILFUL

MECHANIST.

(1831.)

FORTUNE, my Foe, why dost thou frown on me?

And will my Fortune never better be?

Wilt thou, I say, for ever breed my pain?

And wilt thou ne'er return my joys again?

(No! let my ditty be henceforth

Fortune, my Friend, how well thou favourest me!

A kinder Fortune man did never see!

Thou propp'st my thigh, thou ridd'st my knee of pain,

I'll walk, I'll mount-I'll be a man again.

WAR-SONG OF THE ROYAL EDIN

BURGH LIGHT DRAGOONS.

P. 701.

'Nennius. Is not peace the end of arms?

Caratach. Not where the cause implies a general conquest.

Had we a difference with some petty isle,
Or with our neighbours, Britons, for our landmarks,
The taking in of some rebellious lord,

Or making head against a slight commotion,
After a day of blood, peace might be argued :
But where we grapple for the land we live on,
The liberty we hold more dear than life,
The gods we worship, and, next these, our honours,
And, with those, swords that know no end of battle-
Those men, beside themselves, allow no neighbour,
Those minds, that, where the day is, claini inherit-

ance,

And, where the sun makes ripe the fruit, their harvest,
And, where they march, but ineasure out more ground
To add to Rome--

It must not be-No! as they are our foes,
Let's use the peace of honour-that's fair dealing;
But in our hands our swords. The hardy Ronian,
That thinks to graft himself into my stock,
Must first begin his kindred under ground,
And be allied in ashes.'

Bonduca

This War-Song was written during the apprehension of an invasion. The corps of volunteers to which it was addressed was raised in 1797, consisting of gentlemen, mounted and armed at their own expense. It still subsists, as the Right Troop of the Royal Mid-Lothian Light Cavalry, commanded by the Honourable LieutenantColonel Dundas. The noble and constitutional measure of arming freemen in defence of their own rights was nowhere more successful than in Edinburgh, which furnished a force of 3000 armed and disciplined volunteers, including a regiment of cavalry, from the city and county, and two corps of artillery, each capable of serving twelve guns. To such a force, above all others, might, in similar circumstances, be applied the exhortation of our ancient Galgacus: 'Proinde ituri in aciem, et majores vestros et Posteros cogitate. 1812.

1 The song originally appeared in the Scots Magazine for 1802.-LOCKHART,

2 Now Viscount Melville (1831).

FAREWELL TO MACKENZIE.
P. 722.

The original verses are arranged to a beautiful Gaelic air, of which the chorus is adapted to the double pull upon the oars of a galley, and which is therefore distinct from the ordinary jorrams, or boat-songs. They were composed by the Family Bard upon the departure of the Earl of Seaforth, who was obliged to take refuge in Spain, after an unsuccessful effort at insurrection in favour of the Stuart family, in the year 1718.

PIBROCH OF DONUIL DHU.
P. 731.

This is a very ancient pibroch belonging to Clan MacDonald, and supposed to refer to the expedition of Donald Balloch, who, in 1431, launched from the Isles with a considerable force, invaded Lochaber, and at Inverlochy defeated and put to flight the Earls of Mar and Caithness, though at the head of an army superior to his own. The words of the set, theme, or melody, to which the pipe variations are applied, run thus in Gaelic:'Piobaireachd Dhonuil Dhuidh, piobaireachd Dhonuil; Piobaireachd Dhonuil Dhuidh, piobaireachd Dhonuil; Piobaireachd Dhonuil Dhuidh, piobaireachd Dhonuil; Piob agus bratach air faiche Inverlochi.' 'The pipe-summons of Donald the Black, The pipe-summons of Donald the Black, The war-pipe and the pennon are on the gathering. place at Inverlochy.'

MACKRIMMON'S LAMENT.
P. 744.

Mackrimmon, hereditary piper to the Laird of Macleod, is said to have composed this Lament when the Clan was about to depart upon a distant and dangerous expedition. The Minstrel was impressed with a belief, which the event verified, that he was to be slain in the approaching feud and hence the Gaelic words, 'Cha till mi tuille; ged thillis Macleod, cha till Mackrimmon, I shall never return; although Macleod returns, yet Mackrimmon shall never return! The piece is but too well known, from its being the strain with which the emi. grants from the West Highlands and Isles usually take leave of their native shore.