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My gold in his purse dropped sweet,
My iron o'er his lawn I threw,
And I laughed at the calm of his snug retreat, With a merry whistle, whew!
he peer, from his old grey towersHis forefathers' proud domainLooked down on my new-born powers With a lordly and high disdain ;But he started to see my breath
His ancestral oaks bedew;
And I greeted his ear, his window beneath,
With a piercing whistle, whew!
The Scot on his wild hill stood,
And, pointing to mountain and flood,
But my arch o'er the gulf I flung,
And the startled heathcock flew
As the caverned breast of the lone hills rung
Poor Pat from his bog looked round,
And mocked my advancing tread ;
But I taught him to drain the deceitful ground, And his little ones blessed me for bread;
For Famine forsook his door
When I made him my servant true, And wherever I went he passed on before, To make way for the whistle, whew!
When I came to the crowded town
They said I must stand outside ;
But from high on their roofs I looked down,
I tunnelled in darkness through,
The old Royal Mail dashed on,
With its coachman and guard in state,
And its foaming steeds, and its bugle-blower, In its glory and pride elate ;
To a creeping bus it shrunk,
As my steam-cloud arose in view;
And its haughty guard to a cabman sunk,
'Tis good that I pass along;
From the smoke of the city I bear
A pale and o'erwearied throng
To the fields and the fresh sweet air. 'Tis good; for my path is fraught
With boons for the country too
I waken men's spirits to life and thought
I fly like the tempest's wing-
An infant might check my career.
Who will not follow me? who? Peasant and prince the shrill summons obey Of my proud whiz, whistle, whew!
THE MAGNOLIA OF MAILLIENDIERE.
Suggested by an authentic account of the introduction of that tree into Europe, as given in a little work on
flowers, written for young people.
By Mississippi's giant flood,
Its kingly leaves, each measuring oft
Full three smooth feet of darkest green; Its white and vase-like flowers, aloft
Like chiselled alabaster seen;
With richest breath, that leagues from there Had met him floating on the air.
And back his quick affections fled, As the delicious fragrance stole Through sense to the unsensual soul, Back to a loved one, whose delight,
Of all delights, in blossom lay-
He had not seen for many a day :-
The wild sea spared it, and the wind
So strange, so stately, and so sweet,
From its own odorous forest glades,
Will not that wood's far sea of flowers Haunt with sweet breath its distant hours, Till every breeze that wanders by
Shall westward bear its mournful sigh?
Wo! if thus drooping day by day,
Had steeped it in the life of love,
Where'er his steps might rove-
Of feelings years might not efface,
That brother, fond and brave, went down
Deserted for a space remained
That home of her, the fond, the true! And then a stranger came and trod Those garden paths; that verdant sod Now, with its flowers of every hue, And groves, to him pertained.
And often, as he roved along
Where she with softest step and song
The plants of earth had trained,
One wondrous laurel (could it be,
As yet its buds had not out-blown ;
Burst forth, like sculptured Parian stone,
It chanced that then through sunny Nantes-
The flower and chivalry of France
Passing, had briefly met.
And one, who knew all plants and trees
The princess gazed upon her prize
Then from those snowy wax-like flowers,
Lifting her smile she asked,
Where, where, in what enchanted bowers,
These, in whose breath such sweetness lies,
And one deep-whisper'd, long-drawn sound
Preciously treasured with its stem,
It reached the royal court, and there,
The graceful princess wore. There, when the monarch's eagle eye, Amidst his courtiers passing by,
Fell on those flowers of spotless hue, And when he felt their fragrance pour
Through all that proud and throng saloon,
Whose midnight was more bright than noon,
Impatient wonder swiftly broke
All kingly fetters, to be told
That which he questioned, softly, bold,
"Where those sweet flowers that decked her hair
And purest bosom grew?"
The fair and envied princess spoke,
"My sire, at Mailliendiere."
Then Louis said, "That tree shall stand
In no dim corner of my land;
For, as I am a king,
And sure as gold on earth prevails,
To our own bowers of bright Versailles;
Ay, by our royal word, and soon
Its splendour we will bring. Were it at half my realms expense,
No lowlier spot should own
Such princely sweet magnificence;
Like some fair queen it shall come thence-
If torn away from there,
From that more humble garden soil,
And heart-delighted toil.
At last persuaded 't would but crown
So there the sweet Magnolia staid,
The enchanted gaze to claim-
Or parted with for aught but love,
Afterward, while serene and still,
While Mississippi smoothly rolled
Passed rushed the fiery breath of war,
Ah! then the sadly thrilling sight,
Of the Magnolia bright!
But unconsumed it lingered on!
That tree which through the waves had gone, And how the flames survived!
As though the giver's spirit yet
Watched o'er what she had loved
And there, within that sunny land's
E. M. HAMILTON.
Ir is not our purpose to narrate the dangers | residuum of Falmouth fog, or the slightest fragthrough which the Royal Family and their suite cut their way in the dangerous passage from Osborne House to Ardverikie Lodge. The newspapers have done it all. They have not left a
ment of a broken Black Eagle boiler, that is not recorded. They have told in moving language in what manner the heir-apparent to the British throne, covered by a small south-wester, in a
very small blue jacket, with white canvas vest, its attendants. Neither do we propose to relate
and trousers of the same material, without braces, although the same may be had patented, and warranted to wear for the tenth part of a life-time, at the moderate charge of two shillings and fourpence, but with a profusion of linen, very clean, protruding from between the ill-jointed garments, at the grand junction of the upper and lower lines of clothing, gathered cockle-shells and seaweed at Cairn-Ryan, in the midst of an enthusiastic and admiring population, who were straining their eyes, and all kinds of optical instruments, to catch but one glimpse of the great young gentleman who, in the shape of a sailor-boy, was collect"marine specimens," we suppose, amongst their own rocks, and at their own feet. They (the newspapers, viz.) have deprived us of the pleasure of narrating this touching story, though we might take affidavit before Sir Peter Lawrie, knight and alderman, to the person of the honest woman who wanted to treat the poor sailor-boy to cheese and bread, and a bed on shore, because, as she truly said, her own John was in the Susan and Mary, schooner, belonging to Troon, burden, eighty-nine and a half tons, avoirdupois, in the coal trade; and nobody could tell-at least she could not tell-that he might not also be thrown amongst strange folks.
We cannot even have the pleasure of stating, without plagiarism, the difficulties and disappointments, the delays, and the deferred hopes of three hundred and thirty-three thousand of her Majesty's subjects, who, on Monday, the 16th ult., in utter defiance of the Macedonia, American frigate, took up a position, or positions, to testify, in the teeth of republicanism, its wooden walls, and, behind thirty-two pounders, their zealous attachment to, and reverence for, the monarch of isles and ocean. We might gather up some foot-notes -a few fragments of the festival-the broken vases of that deserted hall—such as how quartern loaves, i.s.—which is as good Latin for pluralities as i.e. for the single article-i.s., four lbs. of wheaten bread rose in Greenock to 6d. per lb., as with the view of realising the fears and prophecies of the Mark Lane Express, which otherwise would never have been realised: that gunpowder in the seaport of the Clyde, as a marketable substance we mean, and not in its official capacity, became highly excited that freightage of human beings from what, in the great Scottish river, is termed the Tail of the Bank, to the eastern extremity of the navigation, became scarcer than ever was tonnage for flour at New Orleans, on the Mississippi, or for wheat at Galatz, within the dominions of the Great Turk, or in Alexandria on the Nile. Then we might depict the voyage of discovery undertaken by the corporations of Glasgow and of Greenock in search of the Royal fleet; how the Greenock gentlemen kept within the river, wisely declining to encounter the stomachie dangers and trials of the mid channel; or how their Glasgow superiors, being more loyally bent, proceeded with all the ardour of Sir John Ross or Columbus, and were ultimately successful in discovering the Royal yacht and
the particulars of that wonderful battle for precedency on the rock of Dumbarton, between the knights, with the Sheriffs of that shire, the Provost and Bailies of that glass-blowing and shipbuilding borough on the one hand; and the Lord Provost and Magistrates of Glasgow on the other a combat whereat the Queen of England was umpire, sitting enthroned on the Argyle battery, on that basaltic rock which, frowning on the Clyde, has been for two thousand years the premier fortress of the North, not in point of magnitude, but of antiquity, and where she delivered her award of victory by Herald Earl Grey. The struggle has been already fully detailed in speeches and in a pamphlet-the defeated parties-the chivalry, viz., of Dumbartonshire - consoling themselves by publishing their discomfiture to the world in that form. We may, however, tell the reader who does not examine these details minutely, that the point of controversy arose out of a permission given by her Majesty to the corporation of Glasgow to present an address personally-a privilege generally confined to the corporation of London, but which the people of Dumbartonshire thought should have been extended to their parchments and all other papers of a kindred kind.
It might approach more nearly our purpose to describe the reception of the sovereign by the MacCallummore at his castle of Inverary, on Wednesday the 18th ultimo; the array of Campbells; the foregathering of clansmen; the display of feudal power, and the magnificence in tenantry of a western dukedom, because this same chieftain is the party who, three or four months ago, was engaged in correspondence with the committee for the relief of destitution in the Highlands, with the view of persuading them to appropriate a portion of the money subscribed, and paid to feed and clothe the destitute, towards, practically, the clearance of his estates. He even succeeded in advising the committees of Glasgow and Edinburgh to adopt a resolution which might have been wrought for this purpose, if the London committee, backed by the remonstrances of the government, had not succeeded in expunging it from the minutes. We know not even how far the Celt of Loch-Awe has to thank the Sassenach merchants of Londonthe generous Saxons-more kindly hearted than his own chiefs, that the charity given to feed him in famine was not made the means of banishing him to Canada-a region, in 1847, of fever and death. But these remonstrances saved not the poor of lone and revered Iona. That graveyard of the great, connected as it is with the holiest associations regarding the faith of all the Christian sects of this country-the tomb of ancient kings and chiefs-the most singular historical spot in our dominions-is the property of one individual, the Duke of Argyle. When the Lords of Lorn were stripped of their broad lands, Iona was cast into the general forfeiture, although it had been neutral ground-common to all the island chiefs, and once the resting-place of Scotch, Norwe
gian, and Irish kings. There was no price paid for and islands. We are not to narrate the enthusiasm Iona. With equal good taste the Queen of Eng-with which her Majesty was received by the Highland might give over Westminster to some jobbing favourite, and allow him to entail the bones and dust of her ancestors-the relics of our noblest men-the mortal remains of English chivalry, faith, religion, philosophy, and poetry, in his heirs-male for ever, as her ancestor showed in gifting Iona to the Campbells, notwithstanding their faithful services to the cause of freedom, which had not commenced at that juncture. The present Duke of Argyle reckoned that Iona was overpeopled, and insisted on banishing a fifth part of the population. That was effected during this past spring. The people had no power of resistance. They were left thoroughly without a choice. They are placed under the most despotic rule. The Nizam of Hyderabad exercises, or the Ameers of Scinde exercised, no more complete controul over the destinies of their people, than does a Highland laird of this free country in the nineteenth century. Their tenants have no leases. They have no tenant-right. They are utterly destitute of any valid claim in law upon the land. They may improve it for another. They may build more commodious houses, in order to be charged a higher rent. They may drain their land, with the view of paying more money per acre; but they have no permanent interest in the soil. A good landlord balances these difficulties; but though the nature of Highland landlords, like that of other classes, admits of variation, yet their circumstances compel them towards a wretched policy. They are generally in debt. Seven-eighths of the Highlands and Islands are under trustees or mortgages. Even the present race of Highland landlords are to be more commiserated than blamed for this feature of the case. The present Duke of Argyle, for example, succeeded to estates of tremendous width and breadth, admitting of the greatest improvement; but it is very generally reported that they are burdened, and yet cannot be sold, so that the proprietor being only a life-renter, nominally drawing rents which he is obliged to pay over to bond-holders, cannot improve his lands, cannot increase produce, but must take the shortest way of obtaining so much money, even if it should be, as it generally is, a much smaller sum than could be otherwise obtained.
Iona, perhaps, was over-peopled; but the Argyle estates are under-peopled. Vast tracts of, undoubtedly, fertile land are waste. Immense sheep farms, that in the form of arable farms would rear ten times the present number of sheep, have been almost stripped of human beings. These sheep farms are being in their turn converted into deer forests, in order to render the desolation more complete, and the land a more dismal and howling wilderness.
land women, old men, and children; but our plan permits us to mention the remarkable poverty of men in these exhibitions. In the month of August 1745, the kinsman of the Queen's ancestors came into Loch Eil on a desperate errand, to overthrow the British constitution and displace the reigning family. He was welcomed by seven or eight thousand men. The gathering of the Camerons joined the Macdonalds and the Macleans, the Macleods, and the Frasers, and all the minor tribes. Their numbers were imposing; their bravery was undoubted; they shook to its centre the power of England and the best part of Scotland. They fought their way over battle-fields as victors to Derby. They were ultimately defeated, like many other adventurers, by their own bad generalship. In the month of August 1847, Queen Victoria entered Loch Eil. Her mission was peaceable; her popularity unbounded. In the Highlands the court needed no guard. There was no parade of military. There was a gathering of the claus; but at FortWilliam there were few to gather. Eighty men and boys of all ages, dressed in tartan of all patterns, lined the wooden quay! Even the number of men who were not in party dress, but had adopted Lowland costume, was trifling. If Queen Victoria wants to see a gathering of the clans, she must apply to Mr. Peto or Mr. Stevenson, or some other railway contractor, or go to Toronto or the Missouri prairies, and avoid the Sir Evan Camerons and Maccallummores, and Cluny Macphersons. She is beneath the shadow of Ben Nevis, and the clans are not there: her barge has floated up Loch Linnhe into Loch Eil, but their pibroch never sounds o'er these Highland waters. Arouud, on every cliff and hill, in every glade or glen, at every point and almost every pinnacle visible in her progress, there were ruins of old castles; there were marks of old houses; there were furrows on the hills where grass and natural beechwood strive with heath to maintain the supremacy of green. Solitude is on the surface, but search the land through and there is strewn thickly over it the reliques of a numerous people. It is a land of shadows deep and dark-of shadows and of sheep. Nowhere else is there scenery more magnificent-points of view more telling; nowhere is there more natural splendour-where broad waters, and high mountains, and deep vales combine to form the most wondrous landscapes. But it is a land peeled and bare. A land where industry is a crime punished by banishment-where sheep are more valuable than men. They ask there for a gathering of the clans, and they can only have a gathering of the shoop.
We remember few finer days of calm and sunWe are not to describe the progress of the Queen; shine than that in which her Majesty passed the though since the days of James IV. and V. no Sound of Mull; and we recollect of no more magother sovereign has visited the Western Highlands | nificent scenery. That, however, it serves not our
the deer will expel sheep. From Fort-William
present object to describe. It will be found by tourists sufficiently accomplished for their object in the guide-books. Towards the middle of the Sound, on the mainland, the ruins of an old castle on a rock were distinctly visible. The royal yacht was taken out of its direct course, quite under the rock. There are many old castles in these places, and we never heard that barons built castles in a land where there was no population; but there is a pcculiar interest attaching to this ruin. It is Ardtornish. Sir Walter Scott, in the Lord of the Isles, called it Artornish. Its halls were once crowded with vassals. They were the home of chieftains who cla'med and exercised sovereignty. Their gallies or their curraghs crowded the seas. No question remains that they ruled over a numerous people. Beside Ardtornish, at present there is one white-washed two-flat dwelling. It is a greater Go on a little way. There is Loch Laggan. curiosity than Ardtornish Castle. Four or five Ardverikie Lodge is at its eastern extremity. thousand cottages have been cast down to build The land around is another dcer forest. It is that single house. Four or five thousand hearths held in lease by the Marquis of Abercorn, are cold that this one may be warm. Alike in and, lest the deer should be frightened by Sutherlandshire and Argyleshire the traces of the shadow of human beings, there are few in humanity have been obliterated from many dis- the neighbourhood. It is a home where a seer tricts that this house might be reared beside might dwell and be fed by the ravens. It is not, Ardtornish rock. It is the house of the great however, a hopeless desert-here and there are sheep-farmer who conducted a considerable part traces of men-in this place and that are marks of the clearances of Sutherlandshire, and who of civilization. By the loch side, up in secluded has been no loser by the subsequent arrangements: glens, between the mountains, on the mountain more, we believe, than can be said for the Eng-sides themselves, we meet fragments of a byegone lish family who ordered them. This house has race. Their very graves are hidden, but their been built on the principle of adding field to field, furrows remain. We speak of the march of until there be no room for men to dwell on the intellect-we write of the progress of civilizaface of the earth. This garish mansion, there- tion-Exeter Hall weeps for the Caffres-the fore, represents one principle which destroyed emotions of public meetings are given for the the people, and is about to be destroyed by an-Negroes. We have sympathy, a very unavailother. Passing out of the Sound of Mull, far to the right, amid the Hebridean archipelago, a range of blue mountains are visible. They belong to Rum-an island recently purchased by the Marquis of Salisbury, another English nobleman, who is converting it into a deer forest, to the exclusion of sheep with whom the deer will not feed. MacCulloch, whose tedious work on the Western Isles has been justly and deservedly condemned, says of Rum that it is a barren island. But a barren island will not support herds of deer. They cannot feed on rocks and gravel. They do not even greatly relish sea-weed. Our readers may rely on this fact, that wherever red deer thrive men can live. If they hear of deer-forests they may rest assured that within them there must be fertile spots clothed with thick and heavy meadows. That is the principle which is swallow ing up Peter Sellars, the owner of Ardtornish, and his sheep. The sheep have expelled men, but
* Passing through Glasgow, Mr. M'Phun will supply them with pocket-guides by land and water, perfectly accurate so far as we have seen, and not deficient in all that kind of information which a tourist has time, opportunity or inclination to peruse on the journey.
ing and cheap sympathy, for Tahiti. We have