And wild and high the "Camerons' Gathering" 1 rose!
The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's 2 hills
Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes :-
How in the noon of night that pibroch 3 thrills,
Savage and shrill! but, with the breath which fills
Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers
With the fierce native daring which instils
The stirring memory of a thousand years:

And Evan's, Donald's 4 fame, rings in each clansman's' ears!

And Ardennes 6 waves above them her green leaves,
Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass,
Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves,
Over the unreturning brave,-alas!

Ere evening to be trodden like the grass,

Which now beneath them, but above shall grow

In its next verdure, when this fiery mass

Of living valour, rolling on the foe

And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.

Last noon beheld them full of lusty life,

Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay,

The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife;

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1" Camerons' Gathering," a piece of music played upon the bagpipes. Albyn, an ancient name of the Scottish highlands. 3 That pibroch, the "Camerons' Gathering." A pibroch is a piece of music of considerable difficulty, performed upon the bagpipes. Some pibrochs being intended to represent a battle, commence with a grave march, quicken for the onset, run off into noisy rapidity descriptive of the conflict and pursuit, then swell into a few flourishes of triumphant melody, and perhaps close with wild slow wailings as a lament for the lost. A humorous writer in the Daily News says, "The pibroch is high art-the Italian opera of the bagpipe; marches, strathspeys, and reels are its drawing-room music." 4 Evan, Donald, men who were conspicuous in the rebellion of 1745. 5 Clan, a Scottish family, race, or tribe. ® Ardennes, the forest of Ardennes.

The morn, the marshalling1 in arms; the day,
Battle's magnificently stern array!

The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which, when rent,
The earth is covered thick with other clay,

Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent,
Rider and horse, friend, foe, in one red burial blent!

THERE'S A GOOD TIME COMING.-Mackay.
THERE's a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming:
We may not live to see the day,
But earth shall glisten 3 in the ray
Of the good time coming.
Cannon-balls may aid the truth,

But thought's a weapon stronger;
We'll win our battle by its aid—
Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming:

The pen shall supersede the sword,
And Right, not Might, shall be the lord
In the good time coming.

Worth, not Birth, shall rule mankind,
And be acknowledged stronger;
The proper impulse has been given ;—
Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming:

War in all men's eyes shall be
A monster of iniquity 5

In the good time coming;

1 Marshalling, arranging in order for battle.

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ap. Glisten, grow bright.

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of. Iniquity, sin, wrong.

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Pent, covered

Supersede, set aside, take the place

Nations shall not quarrel then,

To prove which is the stronger,
Nor slaughter men for glory's sake-
Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming:
Let us aid it all we can,
Every woman, every man,

The good time coming.

Smallest helps, if rightly given,

Make the impulse stronger;

"Twill be strong enough one day :—
Wait a little longer.

THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS.-Leigh Hunt. KING Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal

sport,

And one day, as his lions fought, sat looking on the

court;

The nobles filled the benches, and the ladies in their pride,

And 'mongst them sat the Count de Lorges, with one for whom he sighed ;

And truly 'twas a gallant 2 thing to see that crowning 3

show,

Valour and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts' below.

1 One day as Francis the First of France amused himself by looking at a combat between his lions, a lady, having let her glove drop, said to De Lorges, "If you would have me believe you love me truly, go and recover my glove." De Lorges went down, took up the glove from the midst of these furious animals, returned, and threw it in the lady's face, and would never see her afterwards. 3 Gallant, showy, magnificent. 3 Crowning, complete, perfect Royal beasts, the lion, from the lion being termed the king of beasts.

Ramped1 and roared the lions, with horrid laughing jaws, They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws;

With wallowing might and stifled roar they rolled on one another,

Till all the pit with sand and mane was in a thunderous smother;

The bloody foam above the bars came whisking througł the air;

Said Francis then, "Faith, gentlemen, we're better here than there."

De Lorges' love o'erheard the king, a beauteous lively dame,

With smiling lips and sharp bright eyes, which always seemed the same;

She thought, the count, my lover, is brave as brave can be ; He surely would do wondrous things to show his love

of me;

King, ladies, lovers, all look on; the occasion2 is divine,3 I'll drop my glove to prove his love; great glory will be mine.

She dropped her glove to prove his love, then looked at him and smiled;

He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild ; The leap was quick, return was quick, he has regained

the place,

Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face.

""Tis well!" said Francis; "rightly done;" and he rose from where he sat;

"No love," quoth he, "but vanity,5 sets love a task like that."

1 Ramped, leaped with fury. 2 Occasion, opportunity, time, chance. 3 Divine, used incorrectly by the speaker for good, fortu. nate. 4 Prove, try. 5 Vanity, petty pride.

CLEON AND I.

CLEON hath a million acres ;

Ne'er a one have I;

Cleon dwelleth in a palace;

In a cottage I.

Cleon hath a dozen fortunes;
Not a penny I:

But the poorer of the twain,1
Cleon, and not I.

Cleon true possesseth acres,
But the landscape I;

Half the charms to me it yieldeth
Money cannot buy.

Cleon harbours sloth and dulness,
Freshening vigour I;

He in velvet, I in fustian :
Richer man am I.

Cleon is a slave to grandeur,
Free as thought am I ;
Cleon fees a score of doctors,
Need of none have I.

Wealth-surrounded, care-environed,3

Cleon fears to die;

Death may come, he'll find me ready:
Happier nan am I.

Cleon sees no charm in nature;

In a daisy I;

Cleon hears no anthems 4 singing

In the sea and sky.

Nature sings to me for ever,

Earnest listener I:

State for state, with all attendants,

Who would change? Not I.

Twain, two. 2 Sloth, idleness, inactivity. 3 Care-environed, surrounded, or hemmed in with care. 4 Anthems, hymns of praise. Attendants, the exact condition of each, all accom. panying circumstances.

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