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Nay, when soft April's wat'ry smile appears,
The gale that from the primrose shakes the tears,
Too rudely breathes for them-altho' its power
Wounds not the texture of the silken flower:
Born in the sun's enlivening beams to play,
Like sportive insects of a summer day,

Say, how should they fatigue and danger brave,
Or climb the rocky steep, or mount the wint'ry wave ?
"These tasks befit the rugged sons of toil,"

Cries speculative Pride with scornful smile,
"While they in ignorance and darkness grope,
"And labour on, and talk of faith and hope;
"Far nobler labours aid us to extol,

"The task of minds, the labour of the soul.
"To trace French novelists with steady gaze,
"Thro' sentiment's inexplicable maze ;
"Whose evanescent meaning caught meanwhile,
"Shall add new graces to enrich our stile;
"New systems of philosophy be shown,
"With happier art in language all our own;

"New modes, new governments, new laws, new light, "Shall put all superstition's train to flight;

"And revelation's trembling, dubious ray, "No more its faint, uncertain beams display; "But knowledge flash with such resplendent blaze,

"That maddening crowds grow giddy while they gaze.

"Such are our triumphs, while at ease reclin'd,
"With active force the comprehensive mind
"Breaks custom's chains and prejudice's ties,
"And wide in sportive curves unbounded flies."
Thus have I seen in some long shining day,
The Swallow kind their sportive gambols play;
They roam'd excursive through the boundless air,
Sporting with wanton wing, now here, now there;
And twittering on with inharmonious mirth,

Each surface skimm'd, yet scorn'd to touch the earth :
Nor heav'n-ward strove on wing sublime to rise,
But chac'd with eager haste the summer flies;
Till the chill blasts of the first wint'ry day
To darkness drove the flutterers and their prey.
Such be your fate-ye silken sons of ease,
Whom hardships terrify, and trifles please.
Be mine to watch the blush of early dawn,
And thoughtful muse along the dewy lawn,
Where the sweet Lark, with cheerful ardour springs,
Shakes the cold night-drops from her russet wings;
With music's raptures cheers the vaulted sky,
And wakens all the feather'd minstrelsy;
Then stooping to her feather'd nest again,
With grateful joy renews the charming strain.
Thus from his native glen, when forc'd to roam
Some Alpine peasant, joyous hails his home;

Delighted hovering o'er the spot obscure,
Where useful toils are mix'd with pleasures pure;
While his fond eyes explore the low retreat,

He feels his glowing heart tumultuous beat ;
And views with more delight his humble shed,
Than all the scenes where pomp and pleasure tread.
Will you, ye proud and gay, attend a while,
To homely truths rehears'd in homely stile;
And hear a rustic muse those truths impart,
From the full sources of the swelling heart?
No strains of measur'd harmony shall here
With meretricious tinkle soothe your ear;
Nor art ambitious snatch exotic flow'rs,
From eastern groves, or soft Italia's bow'rs;
Be mine to raise, without disguise or art,
The British song, and touch the British heart.
To scenes of heartfelt sorrow turn your eye,
Unlock the sacred source of sympathy;
Nor let to Afric's wilds Compassion roam,
While modest Anguish weeps unseen at home.

END OF PART FIRST.

THE HIGHLANDERS:

PART II.

ARGUMENT.

Character of the Mountaineers, with a sketch of the leading causes which produced and still preserve that peculiar Character, in which a manly Simplicity is blended with a degree of Sentiment, and Gentleness of Manners, seldom to be found in the lower class of any other country; and which seems so intimately connected with their language and manner of life, that they generally lose it, when incorporated with any other class of people. Rural occupations described as carried on by different members of the same family. The domestic Groupe asse mbled in the Evening, rehearse to each other the Toils, Adventures, Visions, and Contemplations of the Day. Enthusiastic feeling excited by the simple pathos of artless narrative or unstudied compositioncontrasted with the apathy common among those in whom much intercourse with the world has blunted the finer feelings;—illustrated by a comparison. Evening Worship. Early rising. Devout Aspirations. Respect paid to an old peasant, who generally presides by tacit consent in every hamlet, and holds his power by the double right of superior wisdom and experience, and is called by way of pre-eminence, n' Dunadh, or the Man. A younger person in the same little circle generally admired by the rest for some talent, such as Humour, Musical Powers, or a Faculty of Rhyming,

c. No hamlet without some Widow, who is in a great measure supported, and saved from the disgrace of a mendicant life, by the little society; she is usually childless, for the Highlanders, eminent for filial piety, always strive to support their aged parents.

THE HIGHLANDERS:

PART II.

Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
"Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
"More free from peril than the envious court?
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
"Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
"Sermons in stones, and good in every thing."

SHAKESPEARE.

COME, then, explore with me each winding glen,

Far from the noisy haunts of busy men ;
Let us with stedfast eye attentive trace
The local habits of the CELTIC race;
Renown'd even in those old heroic times,

That live in OSSIAN's songs, and RUNIC rhymes;
When ardent Valour call'd his children forth,
And Glory lighten'd through the beaming North:
Whose hardy sons that twilight age adorn,
Like the quick splendours of the Boreal morn,
Fill'd with amaze and awe the world's dread kings,
And bade their eagles stoop with flagging wings.

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