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TRANSLATOR. PAGE The Society of True Highlanders, E, M'Lachlan E. M'Lachlan, 122 The Emigrant,
Rev. J. Sinclair 132 Spring,
R. Whyte P. M'Naughton 136 The Whole Creation Groaneth, Anonymous A. M•Fadyen
140 Lament over Saul and Jonathan, Sir W.S-Maxwell J. Whyte, Jun. 142 The True Hero, Anonymous Compiler
144 The Late Prince Consort, Rev. D. Fraser P. M‘Naughton
146 Hark! the Herald Angels Sing! Anonymous Rev: A, Clerk 150 What are these in bright array ? Montgomery Do.
150 There is a Rest from Sin and Sorrow, Anonymous
152 Come Weary Soul & view the Fountain, Anonymous Do.
154 The Holy Scriptures, Anonymous Compiler
154 Awake my Soul! and with the Sun,
Bishop Ken Dr. J. M'Leod 156 Rock of Ages cleft for me,
158 Gospel Questions,
R. Erskine Rev. J. M Gregor 160 The Christian's Firm Bank,
Rev. L. M'Kenzie D. M‘Dougali 170 Sanctified Affliction, Dr. J. M'Leod
174 Where is Woe? Dr. J. M'Leod P. M Naughton
176 A Highland Wail,
Mac-Crimmon D. G. M.Dougall 184 The March of the Cameron Men, Anonymous D. M.Naughton 180 The Graves of a Household,, Mrs. Hemans N, M'Neill
Derzhavin D. M'Dougall 184 Nearer to Thee,
Sarah F. Adams Dr. J. M.Leod 188 Sun of my Soul,
190 "Lovest thou Me?"
Rev. A. Cameron 192 Argyle, Dr. J. Smith Compiler
LORD ULLIN'S DAUGATER.
A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound,
Cries, “Boatman, do not tarry, And I'll give thee a silver pound,
To row us o'er the ferry !” • Now, who be ye, would cross Locbgyle,
This dark and stormy water ?” “0, I'm the chief of Ulva's Isle,
And this Lord Ullin's daughter; “ 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
Should they our steps discover; Then, .who would cheer my bonny bride,
When they have slain her lover ?” 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!
In danger shall not tarry ;
I'll row you o'er the ferry !".
apace, The water wraith was shrieking, And in the scowl of heaven, each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.
But still as wilder blew the wind,
And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men 1
Their trampling sounded nearer!
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,
'S iad air ar tòir 'g ar leanailt, Có thogadh misneach na h-òigh',
'Nuair leònadh iad a leannan?" Labhair an Gàidheal nach robh fann,
“Leibh théid mi null sa' mhionaid: Cha'n e do dhuais tha ga m'thoirt ann, Ach 'n ribhinn tha
“'S cha'n fhan a' mhaighdean 's dillidh snuadh
'An cunnart cruaidh ni's faide ; Oir ged a dh'éireadh muir na stuagh'n
'S an uair so théid sinn thairis !".
Mu 'n àm so bhòc an cuan gu h-àrd,
'S caoir bhàn air bhàrr nan tonnan, 'S am feadh a labhair, iad bha cách
Ri fàisineachd mu 'n doininn.
Ach mar bu mhò a shéid a ghaoth,
'S a sgaoil an oidhche tharuinn, A nuas an gleann gu'n cualas srann,
Luchd-lann a' teachd le farum.
“Oh! haste thee, haste !" the lady cries,
“Tho' tempest round us gather,
But not an angry father.”
A stormy sea before her
The tempest gather'd o'er her.
Of waters fast prevailing :
His wrath was changed to wailing.
His child he did discover !-
And one was round her lover.
“ Across this stormy water :
My daughter ! oh! my daughter !"
Return or aid preventing :
And he was left lamenting.
LINES ON THE DEATH OF LADY HESTER
She left behind her dearest friends,
In other lands to roam,
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 deatb of her uncle and