24 "HE GOES, AND NIGHT COMES AS IT NEVER CAME, WILLIAM E. AYTOUN. Strike this day as if the anvil Lay beneath your blows the while, Or the brood of false Argyle! Backwards o'er the stormy Forth; Is not to be bought nor sold- As we loathe his foreign gold. If ye look in vain for me, "THE PLUME AND SCARF, BY BEAUTY WOVEN, DAGGLED IN BLOOD, THE HELMET CLOVEN; THE PENNONS PROUD OF YESTERDAY, BORNE BY THE GALLANT AND THE GAY."-WIFFEN. Loudly then the hills re-echoed In the bosoms of us all. For the lands of wild Breadalbane And the distant tramp of horses, And the voices of the foe. WITH SHRIEKS OF HORROR AND A VAULT OF FLAME!"-ROGERS. "THE ARMS ARE FAIR, WHEN THE INTENT OF BEARING THEM IS JUST."-SHAKSPEARE. "6 SOUNDS NOT THE CLANG OF CONFLICT ON THE HEATH? THE BURIAL-MARCH OF DUNDEE. Down we crouched amid the bracken, 25 "AND THRONGING HELMS APPEARED, AND SERRIED SHIELDS IN THICK ARRAY."-MILTON. SAW YE NOT WHOM THE REEKING SABRE SMOTE?"-BYRON. "ALL FURNISHED, ALL IN ARMS, ALL PLUMED LIKE ESTRIDGES THAT WING THE WIND."-SHAKSPEARE. 26 "6 MANY A WIDOW'S HUSBAND GROVELLING LIES, WILLIAM E. AYTOUN. Then we bounded from our covert,- Start to life with armèd men ! Swept the hurricane of steel; Foot to foot and hand to hand. When the floods are black at Yule;* In the Garry's deepest pool.† Living foe there tarried none On Schehallion's distant head * At Christmas time. + The river Garry rises in the central Grampians. The Pass of Killiecrankie is about half a mile long, and descends to the Garry water in a deep precipitous chasm. The acclivities above are thickly wooded. The battle was fought on the rough vale ground immediately above it, and a rude stone, near Urrard House, marks the spot where it was "lost and won." COLDLY EMBRACING THE DISCOLOURED EARTH."-SHAKSPEARE. "ALL WAS ENDED NOW, THE HOPE, AND THE FEAR, AND THE SORROW."-HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. “DEAR, BEAUTEOUS DEATH, THE JEWEL OF THE JUST, SHINING NOWHERE BUT IN THE DARK, THE MARTIAL COURAGE OF A DAY IS VAIN 27 PHILIP JAMES BAILEY. And a smile was on his visage; For within his dying ear Pealed the joyful notes of triumph, And the clansmen's clamorous cheer. Shot and steel, and scorching flame, Passed the spirit of the Græme! [From "The Burial-March of Dundee," stanzas ii. to iv.] WHAT MYSTERIES DO LIE BEYOND THY DUST, COULD MAN OUTLOOK THAT MARK!"-VAUGHAN. Philip James Bailey. [PHILIP JAMES BAILEY was born at Nottingham on the 22nd of April, gener Festus," in many respects, will remind the reader of Goethe's "Faust;" but its purpose is higher, and its spirit more tenderly devout. It passes from earth to heaven, from heaven to the nether world, and takes in review all the leading events of human history. No one man could wholly succeed in so great a task. It is Mr. Bailey's highest praise that he has not entirely failed. There is extravagance in the design, and much weakness in the execution; but every page overflows with exuberant poetry. "I know no poem in any language," says Dr. Westland Marston, "that can be compared with it in copiousness and variety of imagery. The universe is as rife with symbols to this poet as it is with facts to the common observer. His illustrations, sometimes bold and towering as the mountains, are, at others, soft, subtle, and delicate as the mists that veil their summits. But better than this, with a truth, force, and simplicity seldom paralleled, we have here disclosed the very inmost life of a sincere and energetic mind."] AN EMPTY NOISE OF DEATH THE BATTLE'S ROAR.". -WORDSWORTH. "THE POET IN A GOLDEN CLIME WAS BORN, WITH GOLDEN STARS ABOVE,-(TENNYSON` POETS. JOETS are all who love-who feel-great truths There was a time-oh, I remember well!— Judgment its earth, and memory its main; And, shaping forth the lofty thought, or lovely, Slow darkening into some gigantic make, Till by degrees, from wrestling with my soul, HE SAW THRO' LIFE AND DEATH, THRO' GOOD AND ILL."-TENNYSON. DOWERED WITH THE HATE OF HATE, THE SCORN OF SCORN, THE LOVE OF LOVE."-TENNYSON. |