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In whose light brains, imagination
Still holds a buoyant lofty station;
They, like the angel ADDISON
Once pilfer'd from th' apostle JOHN,
Delight to ride the stormy wind,
And leave the sons of earth behind !
'Twas thus the willing Muse and I
High tow’ring thro' the troubled sky,
Found out the highest peak, and on it
Produc'd another flaming sonnet !

SONNET.

ALL hail ! ye frowning terrors of my way,
Rude Grampian mountains ! crown'd with last-

ing snow,
No flow'ry vales, or plains with verdure gay,

Could bid my soul with purer joy o'erflow. Barriers of holy freedom ! your stern brow

With guardian frown o'erlooks her last retreat, When tyrant rapine roam'd the plains below,

Among your winding glens she found a seat Beyond those dark defiles, thy narrow vale,

Green Laggan! soon shall cheer my weary sight *

* The name of the parish in which the Author lived, one Af the wildest and most remote districts in Scotland,

Young voices sounding on the mountain gale;

Shall fill this anxious bosom with delight, While ruddy innocence with raptur'd smile Shall cling to this fond heart, by absence tora

erewhile !

Now it kerchief'd in a comely cloud,
“ While rocking winds are piping loud,”
Above Dalwhinnie Morning grey
Began to chase the stars away;
But Venus linger'd in the skies,
In hopes to see fair PHOEBUS rise ;
At which AUROÑA growing jealous,
Bade her not stay to gaze on fellows,
But point her radiant beams so clear
To glad the other hemisphere.

Thro' the wide open'd friendly door,
The careful pastor march'd before,
And heap'd with fire the glowing gratè
To warm his ever-chilly mate:
Our hostess kind, with social glee
Prepares the toast and pours the tea;
And eke her varied conversation,
With much amusing information,
Tells how my neighbours round about me
Had somehow try'd to live without me ;

How much the greater part succeeded,
But some who bark and pity needed,
For my long absence broken-hearted,
In that sad interval departed * ;
How regularly things were carried,
How some were born, and some were married ;
And cows would calve, and geese would roam,
As though I still had been at home.
The bill we call’d, found nought to pay,
And pleas'd and thankful came away.

The demon of the storm on high ,
Now growl'd thro' all the darkening sky;
And from the bleak ungenial north
Sharp icy winds came blustering forth :
Fir'd with the pleasing thought of home,
Our eager steeds impatient, foam,
Like fleetest racers in the course,
Impetuous starts the yellow horse ;
Bold Angus mounts his course to steer,
Like some Olympian charioteer
While studious of to-morrow's text,
The thoughtful pastor follow'd next :

* The pastor was wont to rally his mate on her quackery, and tell her she would undertake to cure every thing with bark and sympathy.

We cross'd Dalwhinnie's dismal moor,
And pass’d the Lodge's well-known door ;
Then boldly took our vent'rous way
Thro' torrent-swell’d impetuous Spey.

But who can tell my agitation,
Or paint my joyful perturbation,
When all the family are seen
Assembled in the court so green

? While John and DUNCAN ran before To meet us at the stable door ; Fair CHARLOTTE slowly graceful moving, Next clasp'd me in embrace so loving; While CATHARINE, thro’ her shadowy locks, Looks like a mermaid from the rocks ; With little CHARLOTTE tripping neatly, And Anne LOUISA smiling sweetly, Whose dark-blue eyes that beam intelligence Survey my face with anxious diligence; Each well known feature recollecting, Her speechless joy was so affecting, When with a sigh, the tender blossom Her harmless face hid in

my

bosom. Now ANNE, and JANE, and Mary WHANGLE; With JANET, form a fair quadrangle, And make the eastern corner rich in The humble beauties of the kitchen,

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Even Andrew's self, hálf pleas’d the while,
Seems soften'd to a surly smile,
While Aster wagg’d his hoary tail *,
To bid his long-lov'd master hail ;
One glimpse of joy before he dies
Gleams faintly thro' his misty eyes :
Oh! had some brutes that boast reflection,
His courage, honesty, affection,
Like Aster they might live contented,
And die by faithful friends lamented.

Pleas'd with a groupe so kind and charming,
I gaz’d, my heart with rapture warming,
While Fancy, blazing like a torch,
Produc'd this sonnet in the porch.

SONNET:

Dear, lowly cottage ! o'er whose humble thatch

The dewy moss has velvet verdure spread; Once more, with trem'lous hands, thy ready latchi

I lift, and to thy lintel bow my head. .

* A dog near twenty years old, much regarded by the face mily, and a great favourite with his master.

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