The Whole Creation Groaneth, The Late Prince Consort, There is a Rest from Sin and Sorrow, Anonymous Anonymous Sir W.S-Maxwell J. Whyte, Jun. 142 Anonymous Rev. D. Fraser Anonymous Montgomery Anonymous R. Erskine Rev. L. M'Kenzie D. M'Dougall 170 Dr. J. M'Leod 174 Bishop Ken LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER. A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound, "Now, who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, "And fast before her father's men, Three days we've fled together; For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. "His horsemen hard behind us ride- Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, I'll go, my chief—I'm ready : It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady! And, by my word, the bonny bird So-tho' the waves are raging white- By this the storm grew loud apace, But still as wilder blew the wind, NIGHEAN TIGHEARN UILIN. THUIRT Gaisgeach, 'dol gu tìr nam beann, "A Phortair na dean moille,' 'S gu'n toir mi gini dhuit a chum Ar cur taobh thall na linne!" "Có sibhse rachadh thar Lochgoil, Aig meud na gaoith 's na doininn?” "Air Eilean Ulbha 's mis' is oighr', 'Si mhaighdean s' nighean Tighearn Uilin. "Luchd-feachd a h-athar oirnn tha'n geall, 'S ruith sinn gu teann tri laithean; Na 'm beireadh iad oirnn anns a' ghleann, Bhiodh m' fhuil air ball mu 'n lamhan. "Na 'n aimseadh a mharc-shluagh oirnn, Labhair an Gàidheal nach robh fann, "'S cha 'n fhan a' mhaighdean 's àillidh snuadh Mu 'n àm so bhòc an cuan gu h-àrd, Ach mar bu mhò a shéid a ghaoth, "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father." The boat has left a stormy land, And still they rowed amidst the roar Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore- For sore dismayed, through storm and shade, And one was round her lover. "Come back! come back!" he cried in grief, And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! oh! my daughter !" 'Twas vain!—the loud waves lash'd the shore, Return or aid preventing: The waters wild went o'er his child And he was left lamenting. LINES ON THE DEATH OF LADY HESTER She left behind her dearest friends, The desert 's now her resting-place, Her country and her home : * Lady Hester Stanhope was the favourite niece of William Pitt, for whom she acted as confidential_secretary; and it is also said that she had been affianced to Sir John Moore, who fell at Corruna. Her strong affections being blighted, and her talents and energies left without an object, by the death of her uncle and |