The well-known corpse, did I say ?—Ay, ay ; One evening, when passing the Rookery, I heard two crows on an outside tree :— “Quhare haif yo bein, gossip Croak?" quoth the one :— Quoth the other, "Just to see quhat good could be done In the kirkyard ”—“ And what your reward ?” "Red worms all over and fine white grubs At the new happ'd grave of honest John Stubbs ”— At weddings, too, have you never seen, When the couples prance o'er the village green, As the Rookery emptied into the skies : For the gossiping rooks without papers or books What a busy, busy time in the Rookery, Four nests deep, how they manage to keep Each pair to their own, is a marvel to me! What a Babel of tongues! how they clamour and scold! By massing up more than they'll ever need— THE ROOKERY. Which of course will give rise to many a plea, This "plucking of crows," and perpetual squabble? The cawing clamour grows wilder still, When the eggs new hatched and mouths are to fill, And the old ones alighting from east to west, But there comes yet a noisier racket than all, And shooters appear from far and near, Round the old dilapidated hall For the lord of the manor appoints a day, To come who will, and shoot who may; And the shopkeeper leaves both scoop and scale, The smith drops the hammer, his bellows their blast, The tailor jumps up with three cuts and a caper, And hark! what a row at the Rookery, As the shooters make head with their powder and lead, The young on the branches, the old in the air, 21 And as crack, crack, crack go the belching pieces, Till the quietest sepulchres in the wood But the long and noisy summer day, Comes to a close; and, with slaughtered crows, To wet their weazens, and rest their loads. A few more days of golden June, The young that were spared from the fiery assault, And tumble and wheel through the azure vault. For now their days are idle and long, Up, up in the morning, up For they scent his powder, see through his trick, *Daft.-A Scotch term, meaning, in a good sense, mad-as mad (daft) with delight. It is often used as a term of endearment. GOLDEN Dell. And know when a gun is a gun or a stick : And a fine contempt for all below. If they knew what an old fashion'd love I bear For I know they have something worth our ear, They never will let me come so near. So this is all I may hear or see About the Rooks and the Rookery. ROBERT LEIGHTON. GOLDEN DELL. BEYOND our moss-grown pathway lies It dawns an ever-fresh surprise! To touch its charms with gentler grace, There first, despite the March winds cold, There first the ardent mock-bird, long Till from coy thrush to garrulous wren, While such harmonious rapture rings, With stir and flash of eager wings Glimpsed fleetly, where the jasmine clings. To bosk and brier,-we blithely say, "Farewell! bleak nights and mornings gray, Earth opes her festal court to-day !” There first, from out some balmy nest, Soft trembling through yon verdurous mass, But fairest of fair things that dwell, To music's airiest issues wrought, Yea, fairest of fair things, it flows How golden bright its currents glide! |