In patient solitude the live-long day,
The wild majestic scenes around survey,

Such scenes as wont to nourish thought sublime,
And lift the soul beyond the reign of time;
O'er all the mind a holy calm diffuse,

Exalt the fancy, and inspire the muse :—
Will they in lucre's paths ignobly bend,

And for the dross they do not need, contend?
Or, taught so soon to feed on serious thought,
With light amusement's specious snares be caught?
Or can voluptuous indolence beguile

The youth with sinews early strung by toil?
Who often lighted by the morning star,

Before the dawn awake the sylvan war ;

Or with amphibious courage leave the shore,
And over hidden rocks the finny tribes explore.
To those, so us'd to suffer and to dare,
No terrors threaten in the front of war;

The very worst the sons of ease can feel,
The toilsome march, hard bed, or scanty meal;
Calmly they view with an unalter'd

eye,

And should the battle rage-they can but die. When ATHENS, by the arts she nurst, adorn'd, The plain stern virtues of LACONIA scorn'd, When wealth, of endless woes the guilty cause, Her state corrupted, and relax'd her laws,

And freedom to unbounded licence grown,

Had ancient rights and due restraints o'erthrown ;
When softening arts and luxury's increase,
Made valour droop even in her native GREECE;
Th' intrepid sons of fearless poverty

Made PERSIAN kings in wild amazement fly;
Bade ATHENS, sunk in conscious shame, behold
Their SPARTAN iron conquer PERSIAN gold;
And faithful to each dear and hallow'd tie,
Preserve the sacred flame of liberty.

Now, Chiefs and Senators-ye patriot band! Born to illume, protect, and bless the land; While the loose furies rage in other climes, And Nature sickens at her children's crimes; While GALLIA pours profuse the purple flood, And stains her lillies with her Monarch's blood; Encircle like an adamantine zone

The hallow'd altar and the honour'd throne;

And let your banners, rais'd aloft, reveal
The blended interests of the general weal:
Draw close those ties, so fine, and yet so strong,
That gently lead the willing soul along,
Nor crush beneath oppression's iron rod
The kindred image of the parent Gop;

Nor think that rigour's galling chains can bind
The native force of the superior mind.

"Twas not from such the glowing ardour rose

That followers drew to WALLACE and MONTROSE.
Brethren in martial toils-affection fond,

Kind twisting round each heart the lasting bond;
Like that wide chain, which, when creation rose,
Did all the mighty Maker's works inclose,
Whose closing ties celestial voices sung,
While all the answering constellations rung,
Which joins the worlds below to those above
With golden links, and angels call it-LOVE!

END OF THE HIGHLANDERS.

NOTES

ON

THE HIGHLANDERS.

No. 1.

Our hardy myrtle scatter'd fragrance round.-P. 22.

This plant, which the natives call Rhoit, resembles the myrtle in its aromatic smell, though it is very unlike it in its leaves. It abounds in boggy places, and produces in rich shelter'd spots a berry resembling the bilberry, but of a larger size and finer flavour.

No. 2.

To view each social hamlet's mutual plough.-P. 23.

What the Highlanders call 'm Balli, is a conjunct farm generally occupied by eight families, living together in a kind of scatter'd hamlet; of these, four join together about a plough, each furnishing a horse, and all their rural toils are carried on in the same social manner.