LVIII. MY HEART'S MY AIN. 'Tis no very lang sinsyne, That I had a lad o' my ain; But now he's awa' to anither, And left me a' my lane. The lass he is courting has siller, And I hae nane at a', And 'tis nought but the love o' the tocher That's tane my lad awa'. But I'm blythe that my heart's my ain, Until that I meet wi' a lad, Wha has sense to wale a good wife. For tho' I say't mysel, That should nae say't, 'tis true, The lad that gets me for a wife I He'll ne'er ha'e occasion to rue. gang aye fu' clean and fu' tosh, As a' the neighbours can tell, Tho' I've seldom a gown on my back, And when I'm clad in my curtsey, I think mysel' as braw As Susie, wi' a' her pearling, But I wish they were buckl'd thegither, But, O! I am blythe that I miss'd him, But the truth is, I am aye hearty, The wee thing I hae I'll mak use o't, And there's nane about me shall want: For I'm a gude guide o' the warld, Contentment is better than riches, As Robin that drives the plough. XLIX. DIRGE OF ISHMAEL, A Bedouin Chief Our father's brow was cold, his eye Then writh'd the lip the final throe That free'd the struggling soul below. * The manuscript journal of a late traveller in Egypt, furnished this short but expressive dirge, accompanied with the following very interesting remarks. "The current was against us; and, as we approached the city Cairo, the wind was lulled almost into a complete calm. Whilst we were busy at the oar, we were suddenly surprized with the noise of some unusual sounds from the river's side, on hearing of which our watermen immediately threw themselves on their faces and began a prayer. A few moments after, a procession was discovered advancing from a grove of date trees, which grew only at a short distance from the bank. It was a band of Bedouins, who, in one of their few adventures into the half civilized world of Lower Egypt, for the purpose of trade, had lost their Chief by sickness. The whole of the train were mounted, and the body was borne along, in the middle of the foremost troop, in a kind of palanquin, rude, but ornamented with that strange mixture of savage. ness and magnificence which we find not unfrequent among the nobler barbarians of the east and south. The body was covered with a lion's skin, a green and gold embroidered flag waved over it, and some remarkably rich ostrich feathers on the lances, formed the capitals and pillars of this Arab hearse. "Though the procession moved close to the shore, none of the tribe appeared to observe our boat, their faces being stedfastly directed to the setting sun, which was then touching the horizon, in full grandeur, with an immense canopy of gorgeous clouds closing around him in a beautiful shade of deepening purple. The air was remarkably still, and their song, in which the G He died!-Upon the desart gale Whose is the hand that now shall rear, L. PARTING TOKENS. This pledge of affection, dear Ellen, receive, Thy Edward still constant will be; whole train joined at intervals, sounded most sweet. Their voices were deep and regular; and as the long procession' moved slowly away into the desart with their diminishing forms and fading chorus, they gave us the idea of a train solemnly passing into the shades of eternity. The present translation of their song or hymn was collected from one of our boatmen, who had paid particular attention to it." The gift thou hast woven, I'll wear near my heart, A charm, to dispel every gloom, and impart Nay, weep not, sweet maid, though thy sailor, awhile, Fond hope kindly whispers that fortune will smile, One embrace ere we part-see, the vessel's unmoor'd, The last boat yet lingers to waft me on board, LI. I SAW THEE WEEP. I saw thee weep-the big bright tear And then methought it did appear, |