aimed at pleasing the admirers of that refined conventional poetry, half serious and sentimental, and half ludicrous and satirical, which was cultivated by Berni, Ariosto, and the lighter poets of Italy. There was classic imagery on familiar subjects-supernatural machinery (as in the Rape of the Lock)' blended with the ordinary details of domestic life, and with lively and fanciful description. An exuberance of animal spirits seemed to carry the author over the most perilous ascents, and his wit and fancy were rarely at fault. Such a pleasant sparkling volume, in a style then unhackneyed, was sure of success. Anster Fair' sold rapidly, and has since been often republished. The author, WILLIAM TENNANT, was a native of Anstruther, or Anster, born in 1785, who, whilst filling the situation of clerk in a mercantile house, studied ancient and modern literature, and taught himself Hebrew. His attainments were rewarded in 1813 with an appointment as parish schoolmaster, to which was attached a salary of £40 per annum-a reward not unlike that conferred on Mr. Abraham Adams in 'Joseph Andrews,' who, being a scholar and man of virtue, was 'provided with a handsome income of £23 a year, which, however, he could not make a great figure with, because he lived in a dear country, and was a little encumbered with a wife and six children.' The author of Anster Fair' was afterwards appointed to a more eligible and becoming situation-teacher of classical and oriental languages in Dollar Institution, and finally professor in oriental languages in St. Mary's College, St. Andrews. He died in 1848. Mr. Tennant published some other poetical works -a tragedy on the story of Cardinal Beaton, and two poems, the 'Thane of Fife,' and the Dinging Down of the Cathedral.' It was said of Sir David Wilkie that he took most of the figures in his pictures from living characters in the country of Fife, familiar to him in his youth: it is more certain that Mr. Tennant's poems are all on native subjects in the same district. Indeed, their strict locality has been against their popularity; but Anster Fair' is the most diversified and richly humorous of them all, and besides being an animated, witty and agreeable poem, it has the merit of being the first work of the kind in our language. The Monks and Giants of Frere, from which Byron avowedly drew his 'Beppo,' did not appear till some time after Mr. Tennant's poem. Of the higher and more poetical parts of Anster Fair,' we subjoin a specimen: Summer Morning. I wish I had a cottage snug and neat ་ Upon the top of many-fountained Ide, That I might thence, in holy fervour, greet The bright-gowned Morning tripping up her side: Walk on the blue wave of the Egean tide, Oh, I would kneel me down, and worship there The God who garnished out a world so bright and fair! The saffron-elbowed Morning up the slope Up heaven's blue causeway, of her beams profuse, Round through the vast circumference of sky Lolling, in amaranthine flowers enrolled, That they may spy the precious light of God, Flung from the blessed east o'er the fair Earth abroad. The fair Earth laughs through all her boundless range, Gilt as with Nature's purest leaf-gold seem; And on ten thousand dew-bent leaves and sprays, Up from their nests and fields of tender corn Even till he smoked with sweat, his greasy rope, The town's long colours flare and flop on high, All to salute and grace the morn of Anster Fair. The description of the heroine is passionate and imaginative. Description of Maggie Lauder. Her form was as the Morning's blithesome star, New-washed, and doubly fulgent from the streams The Chaldee shepherd eyes her light afar, And so the admiring crowds pay homage and applaud her. By Jove, the very waving of her arm Had power a brutish lout to unbrutify and charm! Her face was as the summer cloud, whereon And he that gazed with cold unsmitten soul, That blockhead's heart was ice thrice baked beneath the Pole. Her locks, apparent tufts of wiry gold, Lay on her lily temples, fairly dangling, A lover's soul hung mercilessly strangling; The piping silly zephyrs vied to unfold The tresses in their arms so slim and tangling, Her eye was as an honoured palace, where A choir of lightsome Graces frisk and dance; Did the dear witchery of her eye elance! May Heaven from such a look preserve each tender bard! His humour and lively characteristic painting are well displayed in the account of the different parties who, gay and fantastic, flock to the fair, as Chaucer's, pilgrims did to the shrine of Thomas à Becket. Parties travelling to the Fair. Comes next from Ross-shire and from Sutherland Her herrings gives to feed each bordering clan, They come not now to fire the Lowland stacks, And at their broad and sturdy backs are hung Great wallets, crammed with cheese and bannocks and cold tongue. ¿ Nor staid away the Islanders, that lie To buffet of the Atlantic surge exposed; From Jura, Arran, Barra, Uist, and Skye, Piping they come, unshaved, unbreeched, unhosed; And from that Isle, whose abbey, structured high, Gowned round with flaming fire, upon the spire astraddle. Next from the far-famed ancient town of Ayr- Of virtuous industry and talents rare; The accomplished men o' the counting-room confessed, Nor keep their homes the Borderers, that stay Men that can rarely on the bagpipe play, And wake the unsober spirit of the fiddle; Avowed freebooters, that have many a day Stolen sheep and cow, yet never owned they did ill; Great rogues, for sure that wight is but a rogue That blots the eighth command from Moses' decalogue. And some of them in sloop of tarry side, Come from North-Berwick harbour sailing out; Others, abhorrent of the sickening tide, Have ta'en the road by Stirling Brig about, And eastward now from long Kirkcaldy ride, Slugging on their slow-gaited asses stout, While dangling at their backs are bagpipes hung, ROBERT GILFILLAN. ROBERT GILFILLAN (1798-1850) was a native of Dunfermline. He was long clerk to a wine-merchant in Leith, and afterwards collector of poor-rates in the same town. His 'Poems and Songs' have passed through three editions. The songs of Mr. Gilfillan are marked by gentle and kindly feelings and a smooth flow of versification, which makes them eminently suitable for being set to music. The Exile's Song. The p Im-tree waveth high, The bulbul sweetly sings; Oh, here no Sabbath bell For the tyrant's voice is here, There's a hope for every woe, In the days o' Langsyne. In the days o' langsyne, when we carles was young, When we made our aine bannocks, an' brewed our aine yill, In the days o' langsyne we were happy an' free, To our foes we were fierce, to our friends we were kind In the days o' langsyne we aye ranted an' sang In the days o' langsyne ilka glen had its tale, As it trotted alang through the valley or plain In the days o' langsyne there were feasting an' glee, An' the auld, 'mang the nappy, their eild seemed to tyne," The Hills o' Gallowa'.-By THOMAS MOUNCEY CUNNINGHAM. Thomas Cunningham was the senior of his brother Allan by some years, and was a copious author in prose and verse, though with an undistinguished name, long be fore the author of the Lives of British Painters' was known. He died in 1834, aged sixty-eight. Amang the birks sae blithe and gay, The lammies loupit on the lawn; Wi' music wild the woodlands rang, As down we sat the flowers amang, Upon the banks o' stately Dee, It isna owsen, sheep, and kye, |