There Jessie Brown stood listening, And then a broad gladness broke "The Highlanders! O dinna ye hear The McGregor's? Ah! I ken it weel; "God bless the bonny Highlanders; We're saved! we're saved!" she cried; And fell on her knees, and thanks to God Poured forth like a full flood tide. Along the battery line her cry Had fallen among the men; And they started; for they were there to die, Was life so near them then? They listened, for life, and the rattling fire Were all, and the colonel shook his head, Then Jessie said, "The slogan's dune, The Campbells are comin! It's nae a dream, We heard the roar and the rattle afar, It was not long ere it must be heard, It was no noise of the strife afar, It was the pipe of the Highlanders, And now they played "Auld Lang Syne;" And they wept and shook each other's hands, That happy day, when we welcomed them in, And the General took her hand; and cheers And the pipers' ribbons and tartan streamed, THE BRIDGE. STOOD on the bridge at midnight, Behind the dark church tower. I saw her bright reflection In the waters under me, Like a golden goblet falling And sinking into the sea. And far in the hazy distance Among the long, black rafters And the current that came from the ocean As, sweeping and eddying through them, And, streaming into the moonlight, And like those waters rushing How often, oh, how often, In the days that had gone by, How often, oh, how often, I had wished that the ebbing tide Would bear me away on its bosom O'er the ocean wild and wide! For my heart was hot and restless, Seemed greater than I could bear. But now it has fallen from me, Yet, whenever I cross the river And I think how many thousands Each bearing his burden of sorrow, I see the long procession Still passing to and fro, The young heart hot and restless, And forever and forever, As long as the river flows, The moon and its broken reflection As the symbol of love in Heaven, 2 H. W. LONGFELLOW. CROSSING THE CARRY. SCENE.-The Adirondacks during a shower. A pleasure-seeker and his guiue on the road. "JOHN," said I, as we stood looking at each other across the boat, "this rain is wet." "It generally is, up in this region, I believe," he responded, as he wiped the water out of his eyes with the back of his hand, and shook the accumulating drops from nose and chin; "but the waterproof I have on has lasted me some thirty-eight years, and I don't think it will wet through to-day." "Well!" I exclaimed, "there is no use of standing here in this marsh-grass any longer; help me to load up. I'll take the baggage and you the boat." "You'll never get through with it if you try to take it all at once. Better load light, and I'll come back after what's left," was the answer. "I tell you," he continued, "the swamp is full of water, and soft as muck." "John," said I, "that baggage is going over at one load, sink or swim, live or die, survive or perish. I'll make the attempt, swamp or no swamp. My life is assured against accidents by fire, water, and mud; so here goes. What's life to glory!" I exclaimed, as I seized the pork-bag and dragged it from under the boat; "stand by and see me put my armor on." Over my back I slung the provision basket, made like a fisherman's creel, thirty inches by forty, filled with plates, coffee, salt, and all the impedimenta of camp and cooking utensils. This was held in its place by straps passing over the shoulders and under the arms, like a Jewpeddler's pack. There might have been eighty pounds' weight in it. Upon the top of the basket John lashed my knapsack, full of bullets, powder, and clothing. My |