The wounded hind thou track'st not now, In arms the huts and hamlets rise; Thy banks should echo sounds of fear! 9 So stilly on thy bosom deep; The lark's blithe carol, from the cloud, Speed, Malise, speed !-The lake is past, And peep, like mossgrown rocks, half seen 2 Who, in the battle or the chase, And o'er him streams his widow's tear. See Stumah, who, the bier beside, Held forth the cross besmear'd with blood- "Alas!" she sobb'd,-" and yet, be gone, And speed thee forth, like Duncan's son !” One look he cast upon the bier, Dash'd from his eye the gathering tear, Breathed deep to clear his labouring breast, Then like the high-bred colt, when, freed, Suspended was the widow's tear, Kinsman," she said, "his race is run The symbol.-The yew-cross, the signal for war. Crosslet.-A little cross; "let" means little, as streamlet, a little stream. 3 Silver beach.-So called from its white sand. ⚫ Blood and brand.-Fire and sword. "Questing hound.-One in search of game. * The scar.-A deep crack or cleft. Dirk and brand. - Dagger and sword. A sword is called a brand because it shines like a brand, or burning piece of wood. 8 Achray. A beautiful lake near Loch 9 Bosky thickets.-Woody thickets. course. GILBERT AINSLIE. [Abridged from a tale entitled Moss-side, by PROFESSOR WILSON. The narrative is remarkable for its simplicity of style and diction. It illustrates a leading rule in English composition: Language being the dress in which ideas are clothed, care should be taken that the style of dress is suitable to the persons introduced as speaking and to the nature of the subject treated of.] GILBERT AINSLIE was a poor man; and he had been a poor man all the days of his life, which were not few, for his thin hair was now waxing grey. He had been born and bred on the small moorland farm which he now occupied ; and he hoped to die there, as his father and grandfather had done before him, leaving a family just above the more bitter wants of this world. Labour, hard and unremitting, had been his lot in life; but although sometimes severely tried, he had never repined. With his own hands he had ploughed, sowed and reaped his scanty harvest, assisted, as they grew up, by his sons, who, even in boyhood, were happy to work along with their father in the field. There is no need to tell the character of the wife of such a man. Meek and thoughtful, yet gladsome and gay withal, her heaven was in her house; and her gentler and weaker hands helped to bar the door against want. Ten children. had been born to them; they had lost three, and their youngest, a girl about nine years of age, had been lying for a week in a fever. some It was now Saturday evening, and the ninth day of the disease. "Do you think the child is dying?" said Gilbert with a calm voice to the surgeon, who, on his wearied horse, had just arrived from another sick-bed, over the misty range of hills, and had been looking steadfastly for minutes on the little patient. The humane man knew the family well in the midst of whom he was standing, and replied, "While there is life there is hope; but my pretty little Margaret is, I fear, in the last extremity." There was no loud lamentation at these words-all had before known, though they would not confess it to themselves, what they now were told—but the certainty that was in the words of the skilful man made their hearts beat for a little with quicker throbbings, made their pale faces paler, and brought out from their eyes a greater gush of tears. There were wandering and wavering and dreamy delirious phantasies in the brain of the innocent child; but the few words she indistinctly uttered were affecting, not rending to the heart, for it was plain that she thought herself herding her sheep in the green silent pastures, and sitting wrapped in her plaid upon the lone and sunny side of the hill above her cottage-home. She was too much exhausted to frame a tune; but some of her words seemed to be from favourite old songs; and at last her mother wept, and turned aside her face, when the child, whose blue eyes were shut and her lips almost still, breathed out these lines of the beautiful twenty-third psalm: "The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want; He makes me down to lię In pastures green; he leadeth me The child was now left with none but her mother by the bedside, for it was said to be best so; and Gilbert and his family sat down round the kitchen fire for a while in silence. In about a quarter of an hour they began to rise calmly, and to go each to his allotted work. One of the daughters went forth with the pail to milk the cow, and another began to set out the table in the middle of the floor for supper, covering it with a white cloth. Gilbert viewed the usual household arrangements with a solemn and untroubled eye; and there was almost the faint light of a grateful smile on his cheek, as he said to the worthy surgeon, "You will partake of our fare after your day's travel and toil of humanity." In a short silent half-hour the potatoes and oat-cake, butter and milk, were on the board; and Gilbert, lifting up his toil-hardened hand as a signal for silence, closed his eyes in reverence, and asked a blessing. There was a little stool, on which no one sat, by the old man's side. It had been put there unwittingly,2 when the other seats were all placed in their usual order; but the golden head that was wont to rise at that part of the table was now wanting. Another hour of trial passed, and the child was still stemming the stream for its life. The very dogs knew there was grief in the house, and lay without stirring, as if hiding themselves, below the long table at the window. One sister sat with an unfinished frock on her knees, that she had been sewing for the sick child, and still continued at the hopeless work, she scarcely knew why. "What is that?" said the old man to his eldest daughter; "what is that you are laying on the shelf?" She could scarcely reply that it was a ribbon and an ivory comb that she had bought for little Margaret against the night of the schoolparty. "The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away," said the old man to himself; "blessed be the name of the Lord." |