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WRITTEN WITH A PENCIL,

STANDING BY THE FALL OF FYERS, NEAR LOCH-NESS.

Among the heathy hills and ragged woods
The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods ;
Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds,
Where, through a shapeless breach, his stream re-

sounds.
As high in air the bursting torrents flow,
As deep recoiling surges foam below,
Prone down the rock the whitening sheet descends,
And viewless echo's ear, astonish’d, rends.
Dim-seen, through rising mists and ceaseless

show'rs,
The hoary cavern, wide-surrounding, low'rs.
Still thro' the gap the struggling river toils,
And still below the horrid cauldron boils-

ON THE

BIRTH OF A POSTHỨMOUS CHILD,

BORN IN PECULIAR CIRCUMSTANCES OF FAMILY

DISTRESS.

Sweet Flow'ret, pledge o' meikle love,

And ward o'mony a pray’r,
What heart o'stane wad thou na move,

Sae helpless, sweet, and fair.

November hirples o'er the lea,

Chill, on they lovely form ;
And gane, alas ! the shelt'ring tree,

Should shield thee frae the storm.

May He who gives the rain to pour,

And wings the blast to blaw, Protect thee frae the driving show'r,

The bitter frost and snaw !

May He, the friend of woe and want,

Who heals life's various stounds, Protect and guard the mother plant,

And heal her cruel wounds!

But late she flourish'd, rooted fast,

Fair on the summer morn :
Now feebly bends she in the blast,

Unshelter'd and forlorn.

Blest be thy bloom, thou lovely gem,

Unscath'd by ruffian hand! And from thee many a parent stem

Arise to deck our land!

THE WHISTLE,

A BALLAD.

As the authentic prose history of the Whistle is curious, I shall here give it.-In the train of Anne of Denmark, when she came to Scotland with our James the Sixth, there came over also a Danish gentleman of gigantic stature and great prowess, and a matchless champion of Bacchus. He had a little ebony whistle, which at the commencement of the orgies he laid on the table, and whoever was last able to blow it, every body else being disabled by the potency of the bottle, was to carry off the Whistle as a trophy of victory. The Dane produced credentials of his victories, without a single defeat, at the courts of Copenhagen, Stockholm, Moscow, Warsaw, and several of the petty courts in Germany; and challenged the Scots Bacchanalians to the alternative of trying his prowess, or else of acknowledging their inferiority.--After many overthrows on the part of the Scots, the Dane was encountered by Sir Robert L. wrie of Maxwelton, ancestor of the present worthy baronet of that name ; who, after three days and three nights hard contest, left the Scandinavian under the table,

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Sir Walter, son to Sir Robert before mentioned, afterwards lost the Whistle to Walter Riddel of Glenriddel, who had married a sister of Sir Walter's. -On Friday, the 16th of October, 1790, at Friars. Carse, the Whistle was once more contended for as related in the ballad, by the present Sir Robert Lawrie of Maxwelton; Robert Riddel, Esq.of Glen. riddel, lineal descendant and representative of Walter Riddel, who won the whistle, and in whose family it had continued; and Alexander Ferguson, Esq. of Craigdarroch, likewise descended of the great Sir Robert; which last gentleman carried off the hard-won honours of the field.

THE WHISTLE.

I sing of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth,
I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North, [king,
Was brought to the court of our good Scottish
And long with this Whistle all Seotland shall ring.

Old Loda,* still rueing the arm of Fingal,
The god of the bottle sends down from his hall-
This Whistle's your challenge, to Scotland get
o'er,

• (more!' * And drink them to hell, Sir! or ne'er see me

Old poets have sung, and old chronicles tell,
What champions ventur'd, what champions fell;
The son of great Loda was conqueror still,
And blew on his Whistle his requiem shrill.

* See Ossian's Cariothur.

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