at the town of Cullen, I think it was, in a friend's house whose name was Montgomery. Mrs. Montgomery observing, en passant, that the beautiful reel of Tullochgorum wanted words, she begged them of Mr. Skinner, who gratified her wishes, and the wishes of every Scottish song, in this most excellent ballad. our Lowland music (so far as from the title, words, &c., we can localize it) has been composed. From Craigie-burn, near Moffat, until one reaches the West Highlands, we have scarcely one slow air of any antiquity. The song was composed on a passion which a Mr. Gillespie, a particular friend of mine, had These particulars I had from the author's for a Miss Lorimer, afterwards a Mrs. Whelpson, Bishop Skinner, at Aberdeen. dale. This young lady was born at Craigie-burn Wood. The chorus is part of an old foolish ballad. FRAE THE FRIENDS AND LAND I LOVE. I ADDED the four last lines, by way of giving a turn to the theme of the poem, such as it is. HUGHIE GRAHAM. THERE are several editions of this ballad.This, here inserted, is from oral tradition in Ayrshire, where, when I was a boy, it was a popular song.-It originally had a simple old tune, which I have forgotten. "Our lords are to the mountains gane, A hunting o' the fallow deer, Dare tell the tale to Hughie Graham. Up then bespake the brave Whitefoord, If ye'll let Hughie Graham gae free. O haud your tongue, the bishop says, O haud your tongue now, lady fair, They've ta'en him to the gallows knowe, THE old song with this title has more wit than league and covenant. The pious woman had decency. WHA IS THAT AT MY BOWER DOOR. THIS tune is also known by the name of "Lass an I come near thee." The words are mine. THOU ART GANE AWA. THIS tune is the same with "Haud awa frae me, Donald." THE TEARS I SHED MUST EVER FALL. THIS Song of genius was composed by a Miss Cranston. It wanted four lines, to make all the stanzas suit the music, which I added, and are the four first of the last stanza. put a lady's night-cap on him, and had laid him a-bed with her own daughter, and passed him to the soldiery as a lady, her daughter's beafellow. A mutilated stanza or two are to be found in Herd's collection, but the original song consists of five or six stanzas, and were their delicacy equal to their wit and humour, they would merit a place in any collection. The first stanza is "Being pursued by the dragoons, And weel I wat he was worth his room, Ramsay's song, "Luckie Nansy," though he calls it an old song with additions, seems to be all his own except the chorus: "I was a telling you, Luckie Nansy, Luckie Nansy Auld springs wad ding the new, Which I should conjecture to be part of a song prior to the affair of Williamson. BOB O' DUMBLANE. RAMSAY, as usual, has modernized this song. The original, which I learned on the spot, from my old hostess in the principal inn there, is "Lassie, lend me your braw hemp heckle, And I'll lend you my thripplin-kame; Twa gaed to the wood, to the wood, to the wood, I insert this song to introduce the following anecdote, which I have heard well authenticated. In the evening of the day of the battle of Dumblane, (Sheriff Muir,) when the action was over, a Scots officer in Argyll's army, observed to His Grace, that he was afraid the rebels would give out to the world that they had gotten the victory.-"Weel, weel," returned his Grace, alluding to the foregoing ballad, "if they think it be nae weel bobbit, we'll bob it again." THE BORDER TOUR. pagnon de voyage, very charming; particularly the sister. The whole family remarkably attached to their menials-Mrs. A. full of stories of the sagacity and sense of the little girl in the kitchen. Mr. A. high in the praises of an African, his house-servant-all his people old in his service-Douglas's old nurse came to Berrywell yesterday to remind them of its being his birthday. LEFT Edinburgh (May 6, 1787)-Lammermuir-hills miserably dreary, but at times very picturesque. Lanton-edge, a glorious view of the Merse-Reach Berrywell-old Mr. Ainslie an uncommon character;-his hobbies, agriculture, natural philsopohy, and politics.-In the first he is unexceptionably the clearest-headed, best-informed man I ever met with; in the other two, very intelligent:-As a man of busi- | ness he has uncommon merit, and by fairly deserving it has made a very decent independence. Mrs. Ainslie, an excellent, sensible, cheerful, amiable old woman. -Miss Ainslie-her person a little embonpoint, but handsome; her face, particularly her eyes, full of sweetness and good humour-she unites three qualities rarely to be found together; keen, solid penetration; sly, witty observation and remark; and the gentlest, most unaffected female modesty-Douglas, a clever, fine, promising young fellow. - The-Cornhill-glorious river Tweed-clear and family-meeting with their brother; my com 1 The author of that fine song, "The Maid that tends the Goats." 2 "During the discourse Burns produced a neat impromptu, conveying an elegant compliment to Miss Ainslie. Dr. B. had selected a text of Scripture that contained a heavy denunciation against obstinate sinners. In the course of the sermon Burns observed the young lady turning over the leaves of her Bible, with much earnest A Mr. Dudgeon, a poet at times,1 a worthy remarkable character-natural penetration, a great deal of information, some genius, and extreme modesty. Sunday.-Went to church at Dunse 2-Dr. Howmaker a man of strong lungs and pretty judicious remark; but ill skilled in propriety, and altogether unconscious of his want of it. Monday.—Coldstream-went over to England majestic-fine bridge. Dine at Coldstream with Mr. Ainslie and Mr. Foreman-beat Mr. Fin a dispute about Voltaire. Tea at Lenel House with Mr. Brydone-Mr. Brydone a most excellent heart, kind, joyous, and benevolent; but a good deal of the French indiscriminate complaisance-from his situation past and present, an admirer of everything that bears a splendid title, or that possesses a large estateMrs. Brydone a most elegant woman in her person and manners; the tones of her voice remarkably sweet-my reception extremely flattering-sleep at Coldstream. A Tuesday.-Breakfast at Kelso-charming situation of Kelso-fine bridge over the Tweedenchanting views and prospects on both sides of the river, particularly the Scotch side; introduced to Mr. Scott of the Royal Bank-an excellent, modest fellow-fine situation of it ruins of Roxburgh Castle-a holly-bush, growing where James II. of Scotland was accidentally killed by the bursting of a cannon. small old religious ruin, and a fine old garden planted by the religious, rooted out and destroyed by an English hottentot, a maitre d'hotel of the duke's, a Mr. Cole—climate and soil of Berwickshire, and even Roxburghshire, superior to Ayrshire-bad roads. Turnip and sheep husbandry, their great improvements-Mr. M'Dowal, at Caverton Mill, a friend of Mr. Ainslie's, with whom I dined to-day, sold his sheep, ewe and lamb together, at two guineas a piece -wash their sheep before shearing-seven or eight pounds of washen wool in a fleece-low markets, consequently low rents-fine lands not above sixteen shillings a Scotch acre-magnificence of farmers and farm-houses-come up Teviot and up Jed to Jedburgh to lie, and so wish myself a good night. in Jeda crazed, Wednesday.-Breakfast with Mr. burgh-a squabble between Mrs. talkative slattern, and a sister of hers, an old maid, respecting a relief minister-Miss gives Madam the lie; and Madam, by way of revenge, upbraids her that she laid snares to entangle the said minister, then a widower, in the net of matrimony-go about two miles out of Jedburgh to a roup of parks-meet a polite, soldier-like gentleman, a Captain Rutherford, who had been many years through the wilds of America, a prisoner among the Indians-charming, romantic situation of Jedburgh, with gardens, orchards, &c., intermingled among the houses-fine old ruins-a once magnificent cathedral, and strong castle. All the towns here have the appearance of old, rude grandeur, but the people extremely idle-Jed a fine romantic little river. Dine with Capt. Rutherford-the Captain a polite fellow, fond of money in his farming way; showed a particular respect to my bardship-his lady exactly a proper matrimonial second part for him. Miss Rutherford a beautiful girl, but too far gone woman to expose so much of a fine swelling bosom-her face very fine. Return to Jedburgh-walk up Jed with some ladies to be shown Love-lane and Blackburn, two fairy scenes. Introduced to Mr. Potts, writer, a very clever fellow; and Mr. Somerville, the clergyman of the place, a man and a gentleman, but sadly addicted to punning.The walking party of ladies, Mrs. Miss her sister, before mentioned.-N.B. These two appear still more comfortably ugly and stupid, and bore me most shockingly. Two Miss and tolerably agreeable. Miss Hope, a tolerably pretty girl, fond of laughing and fun. Miss Lindsay, a good-humoured, amiable girl; rather short et embonpoint, but handsome, and extremely graceful-beautiful hazel eyes, full of spirit, and sparkling with delicious moisture —an engaging face-un tout ensemble that speaks her of the first order of female minds-her sister, a bonnie, strappan, rosy, sonsie lass. Shake myself loose, after several unsuccessful efforts, of Mrs. and Miss and somehow or other, get hold of Miss Lindsay's arm. My heart is thawed into melting pleasure after being so long frozen up in the Greenland bay of indifference, amid the noise and nonsense of Edinburgh. Miss seems very well pleased with my bardship's distinguishing her, and after some slight qualms, which I could easily mark, she sets the titter round at defiance, and kindly allows me to keep my hold; and when parted by the ceremony of my introduction to Mr. situSomerville, she met me half, to resume my ation. -Nota Bene-The poet within a point and a half of being d-mnably in love-I am afraid my bosom is still nearly as much tinder as ever. The old cross-grained, whiggish, ugly, slanderous Miss with all the poisonous spleen of a disappointed, ancient maid, stops me very unseasonably to ease her bursting breast, by |