served that music was the best way of filling up the time, and, addressing herself to Miss Macalpine, said, "I have often heard that you Scotch ladies are famous for reciting and singing those interesting ballads, which are, I believe, common to your country: do pray favour us with any you may know; there is nothing that I love so much; no entertainment that so completely absorbs me for the time being, as the union of story and poetry with music." Mrs. Fitzhammond spoke her real sentiments; for she had a genuine love of both, and understood and felt them thoroughly. "Oh! do pray, do pray!" was echoed from all sides, save from the spot where sat the Ladies Frances and Arabella. "One must have lived before the flood," murmured Lady Frances to her companion, "to have had length of life for one of those interminable ballads. Good heavens! she will not sing, surely." "Troth!" said Miss Macalpine, in her broadest Scotch; "I never "I never was gude at minding thae ballads though ance I had a voice wad ha'e riven a stane dyke; but my friend, Miss Paterson yonder, has a gey wheen o' thae rants; come, Jennie, g'e us a tune." 66 Really, Marian, I dinna mind ony at this present; as sure as I'm asked it aye pats them clean out o' my head." "But The Lassie's Moan wi' the Aunt's Re proof,-maybe, ye 'll no hae forgotten that?" "Ablins I can mind it, if you'll just put in a word now and then: at ony rate I can but try;" and down she sat to the piano, giving it a fine thumping staccato touch. "Hoot! it's no' that —let's see—” thumping again on another key"whare was I? wait awee," and she twirled her fingers about with the true jerking strathspey time. Then, in a voice that was still sweet, though it had known better days, she sang "The Lassie's Moan wi' the Aunt's Reproof. "THE little foot page is awa' to Dundee ; The bonnie wee boy wha ran light at my knee My little foot page diverted me weel; A glance frae my blue een rewarded his zeal: D 2 Sae blythe, yet sae douce, sae respectfu', sae kind, A' day he stood watching to guess my intent; On him the first glamer o' fondness I cast; At morn he came saftly, and tirled at the pin, He louped the burn and he clamber'd the brae, As I sat at my wark the gay callant was near, Oh! Waly, I'm wae that the laddie is gane; "Now for the Aunty : “ Now hush ye, ye silly bit lassie! now hush, It is weel for ye baith he 's off to Dundee; Beware o' the scaith, and beware o' the scorn Calve luve is a dangerous thing weel I ken, Then haud your tongue, lassie, nae mair let me see "And now the Lassie replies : 66 O, auntie! nae mair o' your prudence and preaching; They tell me each season o' life, like the year, First blooms, then decays, and at length becomes sear ; Should Spring's early dawn, then, an Autumn face wear? Say when would ye gather the fruits o' the year? I heedna the scaith, and I heedna the scorn; To you, like the seer, sae sad and sae wae, But I, with youth's instinct o' joy, still pursue I pu' at the rose, and I heedna the bryar, “The Auntie's last wordie :— ""Tis unco weel, lassie! I canna pretend Wi' the gift o' your gab ony mair to contend. |