AWAY ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses!
In you let the minions of luxury rove;
Restore me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes,

For still they are sacred to freedom and love.
Yes, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains,

Round their white summits though elements war, Though cataracts foam, 'stead of smooth flowing fountains, I sigh for the valley of dark Loch-na-Garr.

Ah, there my young footsteps in infancy wandered!
My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid;
On chieftains long perished my memory pondered,
As daily I strode through the pine-covered glade.
I sought not my home till the day's dying glory
Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star;
For fancy was cheered by traditional story,

Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch-na-Garr.

Shades of the dead! have I not heard your voices
Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale?
Surely the soul of the hero rejoices,

And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale?
Round Loch-na-Garr, while the stormy mist gathers,
Winter presides in his cold icy car;

Clouds there encircle the forms of my fathers-
They dwell in the tempests of dark Loch-na-Garr.

Ill-starred, though brave, did no visions foreboding
Tell you that fate had forsaken your cause?
Ah! were you destined to die at Culloden?

Victory crowned not your fall with applause :
Still were you happy, in death's earthly slumber
You rest with your clan in the caves of Braemar;
The pibroch resounds to the piper's loud number
Your deeds on the echoes of dark Loch-na-Garr.

Years have rolled on, Loch-na-Garr, since I left you;
Years must elapse ere I tread you again;
Nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you,
Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain.
England! thy beauties are tame and domestic
To one who has roved o'er the mountains afar;
Oh for the crags that are wild and majestic,

The steep frowning glories of dark Loch-na-Garr !

BYRON.

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XXV. LINES ON THE DEPARTURE OF EMIGRANTS FOR NEW SOUTH WALES.

"BE fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth and subdue it; and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth on the earth."- Gen. i. 28. •

ON England's shore I saw a pensive band,
With sails unfurled for earth's remotest strand,
Like children parting from a mother, shed'

Tears for the home that could not yield them bread;
Grief marked each face receding from the view,*

"Twas grief to nature honourably true.

And long poor wanderers o'er the ecliptic deep
The song that names but nome shall make you weep;
Oft shall ye fold your flocks by stars above
In that far world, and miss the stars ye love;
Oft, when its tuneless birds scream round forlorn,
Regret the lark that gladdens England's morn;
And, giving England's names to distant scenes,
Lament that earth's extension intervenes."

But cloud not yet too long, industrious train,
Your solid good with sorrow nursed in vain ;
For has the heart no interest yet as bland
As that which binds us to our native land?
The deep-drawn wish, when children crown our hearth,
To hear the cherub chorus of their mirth,

Undamped by dread that want may e'er unhouse,
Or servile misery knit those smiling brows;
The pride to rear an independent shed,
And give the lips we love unborrowed bread;
To see a world, from shadowy forests won,
In youthful beauty wedded to the sun;
To skirt our home with harvests widely sown,
And call the blooming landscape all our own,

Our children's heritage in prospect long.

These are the hopes, high-minded hopes and strong,
That beckon England's wanderers o'er the brine
To realms where foreign constellations shine;
Where streams from undiscovered fountains roll,
And winds shall fan them from the antarctic pole.
And what though doom'd to shores so far apart
From England's home, that even the home-sick heart
Quails, thinking ere that gulf can be recrossed,
How large a space of fleeting life is lost :

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Yet there by time their bosoms shall be changed,
And strangers once shall cease to sigh estranged;
But jocund in their year's long sunshine roam,
That yields their sickle twice its harvest home."

There, marking o'er his farm's expanding ring,
New fleeces whiten and new fruits upspring;
The grey-haired swain, his grand-child sporting round,
Shall walk at eve his little empire's bound,
Emblazed with ruby vintage, ripening corn,
And verdant ramparts of acacian thorn,
While mingling with the scent his pipe exhales,
The orange-grove's and fig-tree's breath prevails;
Survey with pride, beyond a monarch's spoil,
His honest arm's own subjugated soil;
And, summing all the blessings God has given,
Put up his patriarchal prayer to heaven,
That when his bones shall here repose in peace,
The scions of his love may still increase,
And o'er a land where life has ample room
In health and plenty innocently bloom.

Delightful land, in wildness even benign,
The glorious past is ours, the future thine!
As in a cradled Hercules, we trace
The lines of empire in thine infant face.
What nations in thy wide horizon's span
Shall teem on tracts untrodden yet by man!

What spacious cities with their spires shall gleam
Where now the panther laps a lonely stream,
And all but brute or reptile life is dumb!
Land of the free! thy kingdom is to come,
Of states, with laws from Gothic bondage burst,
And creeds by charter'd priesthoods unaccursed;

LINES ON THE DEPARTURE OF EMIGRANTS.

Of navies hoisting their emblazoned flags,
Where shipless seas now wash unbeacon'd crags ;
Of hosts reviewed in dazzling files and squares,
Their pennon'd trumpets breathing native airs,-
For minstrels thou shalt have of native fire,
And maids to sing the songs themselves inspire;
Our very speech, methinks, in after-time,
Shall catch the Ionian blandness of thy clime;
And whilst the light and luxury of thy skies
Give brighter smiles to beauteous woman's eyes,
The Arts, whose soul is love, shall all-spontaneous rise.
Untrack'd in deserts lies the marble mine,
Undug the ore that 'midst thy roofs shall shine;
Unborn thy hands-but born they are to be-
Fair Australasia, that shall give to thee

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Proud temple domes, with galleries winding high,
So vast in space, so just in symmetry;
They widen to the contemplating eye
With colonnaded aisles in long array,
And windows that enrich the flood of day
O'er tesselated pavements, pictures fair,
And niched statues breathing golden air;
Nor there, whilst all that's seen bids Fancy swell,
Shall Music's voice refuse to seal the spell;
But choral hymns shall wake enchantment round,
And organs yield their tempests of sweet sound.

Meanwhile, ere Arts triumphant reach their goal,
How blest the years of pastoral life shall roll!
Even should some wayward hour the settler's mind
Brood sad on scenes for ever left behind,
Yet not a pang that England's name imparts
Shall touch a fibre of his children's hearts;
Bound to that native land by nature's bond,
Full little shall their wishes rove beyond
Its mountains blue and melon-skirted streams,
Since childhood loved and dreamt of in their dreams.
How many a name to us uncouthly wild
Shall thrill that region's patriotic child;

And bring as sweet thoughts o'er his bosom's chords,
As aught that's named in song to us affords!
Dear shall that river's margin be to him,
Where sportive first he bathed his boyish limb;
Or petted birds still brighter than their bowers,
Or twined his tame young kangaroo with flowers:

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But more magnetic yet to memory

Shall be the sacred spot still blooming nigh,-
The bower of love where first his bosom burned,
And smiling passion saw its smile returned.

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Go forth and prosper then, emprising 1o band;
May He, who in the hollow of his hand

The ocean holds, and rules the whirlwind's sweep,

Assuage its wrath and guide you on the deep! CAMPBELL.

1. With what is shed grammatically

connected?

2. Receding from whose view?

3. Intervenes between what?

4. In what sense is cloud here used? 5. To what word is once meant to be applied.

6. Explain the difference between the seasons of Australia and ours.

7. In what sense used?

8. What is meant by the windows enriching the flood of day?

9. In what case is hour?

10. What is the more usual form of this word?

XXVI. BATTLE OF THE BALTIC.

"THE action began at five minutes past ten, and was general by eleven. * * * The cannonade soon became tremendous; above two thousand pieces of cannon on the two sides poured forth death within a space not exceeding a mile and a half in breadth; from the city on the one side, and the remainder of the squadron under Sir Hyde Parker on the other, the hostile fleets seemed wrapped in one dazzling conflagration. For three hours the fire continued without any appearance of diminution on either side; and Sir Hyde, seeing three ships aground under the iron tempest of the Crown batteries, and being unable, from the wind and current, to render any assistance, made the signal of recall, generously supposing that, if Nelson was in a situation to continue the contest, he would disobey the order, bat that if he was not, his reputation would be saved by the signal for retreat having been made by his superior officer.

"In the midst of this terrific cannonade Nelson was rapidly walking the quarter-deck. A shot through the mainmast scattered splinters around. He observed to one of his officers, with a smile, 'This is warm work, and this day may be the last to any of us in a moment; but, mark me, I would not be elsewhere for thousands.' About this time the signal lieutenant called out that the signal for discontinuing the action had been thrown out by the Commander-in-Chief, and asked if he should repeat it. No,' he replied,' acknowledge it.' He then continued walking about in great emotion, and, meeting Captain Foley, said, What think you, Foley? the Admiral has hung out No. 39 (the signal for discontinuing action). You know I have only one eye; I have a right to be blind sometimes.' And then, putting the glass to his blind eye, he exclaimed, I really do not see the signal; keep mine for closer battle still flying. That's the way swer such signals. Nail mine to the mast.' Admiral Graves and the other ships, looking only to Nelson, continued the combat with unabated vigour; but the order to retire was seen in time to save Riou's little squadron, though not to preserve its gallant commander. • What will Nelson think of us?' was that brave man's mournful ex

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