I sat within the holly's shade,

Bright winter's sun shone o'er me;
Glancing upon the ice-bound rill,
That mirror'd lay before me:

No summer scene can soothe the breast,
Like winter in her prime;
So virgin pure, her mantle floats
Like vestal's at the shrine.

Awakening with the blackbird's call,

The drooping snow-drop's blowing; The cowslip, and the violets blue,

On the gale their sweet breaths are strewing: Oh it is sweet in glen or grove,

To watch young spring's return,

On wind-flower bank, or crocus bed,
Where the murmuring waters run.

SEE the glow-worm lits her fairy lamp,
From a beam of the rising moon;
On the heathy shore at evening fall,
Twixt Holy-Loch, and dark Dunoon:
Her fairy lamp's pale silvery glare,
From the dew-clad, moorland flower,
Invite my wandering footsteps there,
At the lonely twilight hour.

DUNOON.

When the distant beacon's revolving light
Bids my lone steps seek the shore,
There the rush of the flow-tide's rippling wave
Meets the dash of the fisher's oar;

And the dim-seen steam-boat's hollow sound,
As she sea-ward tracks her way;

All else are asleep in the still calm night,
And robed in the misty gray.

When the glow-worm lits her elfin lamp,
And the night breeze sweeps the bill;
It's sweet, on thy rock-bound shores, Dunoon,
To wander at fancy's will.

Eliza! with thee, in this solitude,

Life's cares would pass away,

Like the fleecy clouds over gray Kilmun,
At the wake of early day.

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The Glow-worm (Lampyris Noctiluca) on mild summer evenings, especially after a shower of rain, are to be found in great abundance among the long grass and moss between Dunoon and the Holy-Loch, where the surrounding scenery renders this singular insect doubly interesting. The female is larger than the male, and emits a beautiful light (apparently phosphorescent, but not really so), for the purpose of attracting the male; this issues from the four last rings of the abdomen: the male has a power of emitting a feeble light, but very disproportionate to that of the female. Two or three of these insects inclosed in a glass vase, will give a light sufficient to enable a person to read in the darkest night. There are fifty-two species of this insect scattered over the four quarters of the globe, of which two only are found in our own country, viz. the Glow-worm and the Fire-fly.

KELVIN GROVE.

LET us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, O,
Through its mazes let us rove, bonnie lassie, O,
Where the rose in all her pride,

Paints the hollow dingle side,

Where the midnight fairies glide, bonnie lassie, O.

Let us wander by the mill, bonnie lassie, O,
To the cove beside the rill, bonnie lassie, O,
Where the glens rebound the call,

Of the roaring waters' fall,

Through the mountain's rocky hall, bonnie lassie, O.

O Kelvin banks are fair, bonnie lassie, O,
When in summer we are there, bonnie lassie, O,
There, the May-pink's crimson plume,
Throws a soft, but sweet perfume,

Round the yellow banks of broom, bonnie lassie, O.

Though I dare not call thee mine, bonnie lassie, O, As the smile of fortune's thine, bonnie lassie, O, Yet with fortune on my side,

I could stay thy father's pride,

And win thee for my bride, bonnie lassie, O.

But the frowns of fortune lower, bonnie lassie, O,

On thy lover at this hour, bonnie lassie, O,
Ere yon golden orb of day

Wake the warblers on the spray,

From this land I must away, bonnie lassie, O.

BONNIE ANN.

Then farewell to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, O,
And adieu to all I love, bonnie lassie, O,
To the river winding clear,

To the fragrant scented breer,

Even to thee of all most dear, bonnie lassie, O.

When upon a foreign shore, bonnie lassie, O,
Should I fall midst battle's roar, bonnie lassie, O,
Then, Helen! shouldst thou hear

Of thy lover on his bier,

To his memory shed a tear, bonnie lassie, O.

BONNIE ANN.

IN summer blooms the white moss-rose,

Pure, spotless, as the swan;

Yet peerless as celestial-rose,

And fair, grew bonnie Ann!

When youth smiled round my yellow locks,

Ere age had stamp'd me man;
How light the golden days wing'd on

When near my lovely Ann!

Yes, weeping friends! when fell disease

Through all her vitals ran;

Ye little dream'd this throbbing heart
Beat high for bonnie Ann!

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How angel-like the drooping maid,

With face all pale and wan,

Embraced me, sigh'd, then faintly smiled-
Adieu! said bonnie Ann!

I call'd upon my love, and wept,
And gazed, till death began

To film her hazel eyes, then shriek'd,
And swoon'd on sainted Ann!

The struggle's o'er!-yon chesnut showers
His fragrance round the span,
Where rests the urn, and bends the yew
O'er the grave of bonnie Ann.

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FORTUNE'S FROLICS.

THE damsel who roams like a bee 'mongst the flowers, And kills with her glances each youth flitting round, As she flaunts through the gala of morn's rosy hours, May be chill'd by detraction, where rivals abound: Ruffled flowers court decay—

Early blown-soon away—

When fresh beauties range round in the garden of life, Never more will yon maid,

Who now droops in the shade,

Be cared for or courted by you for a wife.