come. Wallet appeared, containing some admirable | He has not been restricted to the narrow field lyrics, and it soon attracted a very large share of his own bosom, nor to the little circle of a of public attention. This was followed soon few congenial friends, for his observation of after by the Miller of Deanhaugh, a prose human nature and character. He has not, as story with many pieces of good poetry inter- many poets, and preachers, and moralists have spersed. In 1856 an edition of his poems done, looked upon the world of human beings was published in Edinburgh; and in 1865 a afar off, as if from an eminence and through volume appeared from his pen entitled One a telescope; but he has descended into the Hundred Songs, which met with a warm wel- fields, and traversed the streets and lanes of His latest publication-containing a society; he has gone forth freely among his love tale in the Spenserian stanza called "Lilias fellowmen; he has associated with them, rich Lee," and "Malcolm Canmore," a historical and poor, learned and ignorant, good and bad; drama-was issued in 1872. This volume also and consequently his poetry is not the dreamy contains a number of short poems. A few years effusion of brooding and disordered fancy, but ago he issued a work on stained glass, which a faithful transcript of the impressions prohas been translated and published in Germany. duced upon an honest heart and a discerning Of Mr. Ballantine a critic remarks:-"He, mind by mutual contact with the realities of like many men of similar stamp, has the high life. . . . His exquisite taste for the beautiful merit of being self-educated-that is, he owes in natural scenery and in language, his keen his education and position not to any accident eye to observe, and his warm heart to comof birth or fortune, but to his own talents and miserate the sorrows of mankind, render him cxertions. . . . He has not devoted himself a 'sweet singer' after Nature's own heart; while to literature or poetry as a profession; nor has his thorough mastery of the fine language of he ever, through imprudent love of the Muses, old Scotland, in all its wealth and pith of neglected his proper avocations. And perhaps expressive terms and familiar idioms, gives his productions may be indebted for much of him the power to wield at will the sympathies their freshness and truthfulness of portraiture and feelings of a large portion of his fellowto this seemingly unfavourable circumstance. | countrymen." HARVEST-HOME. Hark! 'tis the voice of harvest-home Hail, happy field! hail, joyous sight! Come now, your sickles nimbly ply, The harvest-moon, the harvest-moon, And flickering through the chequered leaves, Then praise Him, morning, eve, and noon, But see the harvest maiden Queen, Far o'er the moor, 'neath that bright moon, The fields are swept, the barns are filled, In long straight rows, huge stacks are piled, In graceful forms they rise on high Old grandame's fowls are clucking heard The board is heaped with ample cheer, And dance, and skip, and cleek, and reel, Hail, rural mirth and rustic glee! THE SNAWY KIRKYARD. A' Nature lay dead, save the cauld whistlin' blast That chilled the bleak earth to the core as it passed, And heaved in high ridges the thick chokin' drift That cam' in wreathed swirls frae the white marled lift, While a sigh heaved his breast, for my faithcr lang dead. He nursed me, he schooled me,-bow can I regard But wi' warm-gushing heart-tears, a Snawy Kirkyard. In soothing sad sorrow, in calming mad mirth, His breath, like the south wind, strewed balm on the earth, And weary souls laden wi' grief aft were driven To seek comfort frae him, wha aye led them to Heaven. O! sweet were the seeds sown, and rich was the braird That sprang frae that stock in the Snawy Kirkyard. And winter's wild war, wearied baith heart and Now age wi' his hoar-frost has crispit my pow, e'e, As we warsled richt sair ower the drear muirland lea, And our feet skyted back on the road freezing hard, As we wended our way to the Snawy Kirkyard. And my locks, ance sae gowden, are silvery now, And tho' I hae neither high station nor power, I hae health for my portion, and truth for my dower, And my hand hath been open, my heart hath been free, To dry up the tear-draps frae sorrow's dull e'e, And mony puir bodies my awmrie hae shared, 'Twas my counsel frae him in the Suawy Kirkyard. FALLING LEAVES. Pale symbols of our mortal end, Ye meet me on my way, Your merry dance with wind and light, Ye come like farewells to the sight- Crisp leaves of brown, and red, and yellow, Ye ne'er will rise to meet your fellow But friends in Christ though fallen now, Adown the stream I see you going, A dream comes over me in calm Of leaves that shed a healing balm, Our days are dropping like the leaves- For shorter are our summer eves, But yet the orchard fruit grows mellow; What, then, of all our leaves bereft, When reaping angels come, If autumn's golden fruit be left-Their joyous harvest-home! THE FEEDING SHOWER. The feeding shower comes brattlin' doun, The south wind sughs wi' kindly soun', The soil, a' gizen'd sair before, Furth frae their stalks the ears o' grain The drowsy sun, as dozed wi' sleep, LAY UP TREASURES IN HEAVEN. Why treasures hoard that rust and rot, On food and raiment wherefore spend The lilies spin not, yet how fair The gentle lilies grow! And if God feed the sparrow small, For present wants then take no thought, But fix your hearts above; And He, whose blood your souls hath bought, Shall give you light and love. WIFIE, COME HAME. Wifie, come hame, O but ye're far awa, Come wi' the young bloom o' morn on thy broo, Come wi' the lown star o' love in thine e'e, Come wi' the red cherries ripe on thy mou', A' glist wi' balm, like the dew on the lea. Come wi' the gowd tassels fringin' thy hair, Come wi' thy rose-cheeks a' dimpled wi' glee, Come wi' thy wee step, and wifie-like air, O quickly come, and shed blessings on me! Wifie, come hame, My couthie wee dame! O my heart wearies sair, Come wi' our love pledge, our dear little dawtie, knee; Come let me nestle and press the wee pettic, O but the house is a cauld hame without ye, NAEBODY'S BAIRN. She was Naebody's Bairn, she was Nacbody's Bairn, She had mickle to thole, she had mickle to learn, Afore a kind word or kind look she could earn, For naebody cared about Naebody's Bairn. Tho' faither or mither ne'er owned her ava, Tho' reared by the fremmit for fee unco sma', She grew in the shade like a young lady-fern; For Nature was bounteous to Naebody's Bairn. Tho' toited by some, and tho' lightlied by mair, She never compleened, tho' her young heart was sair; And warm virgin tears that might melted cauld airn Whiles glist in the blue e'e o' Naebody's Bairn. Though nane cheered her childhood, an' nane hailed her birth, Heaven sent her an angel to gladden the earth; And when the earth doomed her in laigh nook to dern, Heaven couldna but tak again "Naebody's Bairn." She cam'smiling sweetly as young mornin' daw, Like loun simmer gloamin' she faded awa, And lo! how serenely that lone e'enin' starn Shines on the green sward that haps Nacbody's Bairn! A STIEVE HEART AND A STURDY STEP. Ne'er trow the day will lour throughout, although the dawn be dark; Ne'er dream ye're doomed to drag through life, though hard your early wark: The morning gray and misty aften brings a golden day- A stieve heart and a sturdy step will climb the steepest brae. A wee bit jutting boulder whiles will help ye ower the wa', So ne'er despise the willing gift, although it may be sma'; The birdie, e'er he flecs, is proud to hap alang the spray A stieve heart and a sturdy step will climb the steepest brae. The road to happiness is aft wi' sorrows thickly strewn; The waur to win the mair we prize ilk comfort that we own; And peace and freedom aft are gained by bluidy battle fray A stieve heart and a sturdy step will climb the steepest brae. Then if the prize ye seek be high, and if your aim be pure, Press onward ever hopeful, still be patient to endure; For he wha seeks to enter heaven must watch, | Grief lies deep hidden in your heart, or tears and work, and prayflow frae your een, A stieve heart and a sturdy step will climb the Believe it for the best, and trow there's good in steepest brae. ILKA BLADE O' GRASS KEPS ITS AIN Confide ye aye in Providence, for Providence is An' bear ye a' life's changes wi' a calm an' tranquil mind, Though press'd an' hemm'd on every side, hae faith an' ye'll win through, For ilka blade o' grass keps its ain drap o' dew. Gin reft frae friends, or cross'd in love, as whiles, nae doubt, ye've been, store for you, For ilka blade o' grass keps its ain drap o' dew. In lang lang days o' simmer, when the clear and cludless sky Refuses ae wee drap o' rain to Nature parch'd and dry, The genial night wi' balmy breath gaurs verdure spring anew, An' ilka blade o' grass keps its ain drap o' dew. Sae lest 'mid fortune's sunshine we should feel ower proud an' hie, An' in our pride forget to wipe the tcar frae poortith's e'e, Some wee dark cluds o' sorrow come, we ken na whence or hoo, But ilka blade o' grass keps its ain drap o' dew. 66 EVAN MACCOLL. EVAN MACCOLL, better known to his Gaelic | Poems and Songs in Gaelic." MacColl's next countrymen as "Clarsair nam Beann," or publication was The Mountain Minstrel; or The Mountain Harper," was born at Ken- Poems and Songs in English," a work which more, Lochfyneside, Argyleshire, September has passed through four editions. Philip 21, 1803. Here, a farmer on a small scale James Bailey, the author of Festus, speaking and a fisherman at the same time, his father of this volume, said—“There is a freshness, Dugald MacColl reared a family of six sons a keenness, a heartiness in many of these proand two daughters; and though in compara- ductions of the Mountain Minstrel' which tively humble circumstances he contrived to seem to breathe naturally of the hungry air, afford his second son Evan a good education. the dark, bleak, rugged bluffs among which Like many others of the minstrel race, Evan they were composed, alternating occasionally seems to have inherited the poetic faculty, and with a clear, bewitching, and spiritual quiet, that peculiar temperament incident to it, from as of the gloaming deepening over the glens his mother, who was a Cameron. He com- and woods. Several of the melodies towards posed his first song in praise of a neighbouring the close of this volume are full of simple and Chloe, and by his literary effort gained great tender feeling, and not unworthy to take their éclat among his friends. His father's circum- place by the side of those of Lowland minstrels stances rendered it necessary for the young of universal fame." poet to engage in the business of farming and fishing, and he was thus employed for several years-years during which many of his best Gaelic lyrics were composed. In the spring of 1837 he became a contributor to the Gaelic Magazine, then published in Glasgow, and before the close of the year he issued a volume under the title of "Clarsach nam Beann; or In 1831 MacColl's father and the rest of the family emigrated to Canada, but the young bard could not be persuaded to leave the land of his birth, where he remained, and in 1839 was appointed to a clerkship in the customs at Liverpool, when he removed to that city. In 1850, in consequence of impaired health, he obtained leave of absence for the purpose of |