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“ See yon twin stars bright as thy een,
Aboon Dalgarnock roaming,
Sing sweet in silent gloaming ;-
Shall change its channel hourlie,
Quo' bonnie Andrew Laurie.
Wild from its channel ranging,
Even while we gaze 'tis changing
As April sun-shine's show'rie,
Quo' bonnie Andrew Laurie.
We parted high and proudly,
The ocean answered loudly:
Shot past far-seen Barnhourie;
Alas! for Andrew Laurie. “ Ah! Andrew Laurie,” exclaim. hens, nor keep Tam Macgrab frae ed she of the imsonsie foot, “I men's pouches at Midsummer,,but kenned the bairn weel,-he burnt my sic a charm as shall send bonnie crutch,-sodded up my lumshead,- blythe Susie Kennedy away frae my built up my window, and turned the door-stone wi' nae wish to come burn at Belton into my door. I back in the lone hour of night, to, kenned the bairn weel,--a giddy and steal my staff, and my hollow stane, a carried callant, but wi' a free hand and my hemlock pulled at midand a frank heart,-he did me mair night, and my teat of black wool, gude with the right hand than harm won from the black mouth of the fox, wi' the left.— I have a gude right as and my milking peg, and all my cuwell as thee, lass, to sing a song rious gear, with which I work pranks, anent the auld house of Laurie, and win myself a name in this perthe name's gone frae the land, dead verse world.” as the timmer at yule, -as sapless as This catalogue of witching looms my crutch,—and there's nane can lift and trinkets had a visible influence it again but this giddy callant,--and upon the demeanour of the young the wee bird says he'll soon be here, gipsey; and it was evident that the - I wonder gin he'll ken auld Grizel wish of the old woman was to inspire with the unsonsie foot,-her who her unwelcome visitor with a salugaurs the kye gang yell,-can milk tary terror, which might ensure rethe cows in Cumberland, -can turn spect to her property during a midthe moor-fowl on Drumlanrig brae night excursion, when half the houses into swans and turkeys, and the sile in Nithsdale pay tribute to her tribe. ver salmon of Nith into puddocks The old woman commenced on her and toads. I wonder gif he'll ken promised lyric-the spell might lie auld Grizel with thë unsonsie foot. in the way in which she contrived But hearken, hinnie, till I chaunt ye with a voice, croaking and uncouth, a crumb of an old world sang—it to render audible this rude produce may do ye good, and the thoughts tion :- in the matter it could hardly on't may cheer ye on your way fraelie, and even the credulous author of a witch's dwelling. It has a charm Satan's Invisible World Discovered, in't, lassie, it has a charm in't,—no would have been unable to question such a charm as can make Geor- the perfect innocence of the song, unslie Gordon honest, or keep Willie less he had heard it from the lips of larshall frae herrying folk o' their the author of all evil himself
ALAS FÓR THE LAUREE !
Alas for the brave,
And the lord of the wave!
And bright shone his sword,
He was ruler and lord.
Through battle he rode,
He march'd like a god;
And smooth'd at his call,
With powder and ball.
Exult in thy pride;
May dance on the tide ;
And laugh on the shore,
Shall daunt thee no more.
The fair sun would not shine,
Like a pall o'er the brine;
And came shuddering to shore,
« Ye shall see him no more."
All their breadth and their length;
And rejoiced in his strength;
And a shriek went ashore,
And his victories are o'er. « Hale be your heart, beldame, whom nane but myself can see, but and lang may yere voice keep in tune ye need nae start and rin, he shall to charm the ravens and the hooded not harm thee,-and there's ane, a craws," said Susie Kennedie, losh welcome ane, whom ye shall see,me, it sounds like Willie Marshall's the sonsie lad frae far awa,-he's in hand-hammer clinking on the rivets ahint the holly bush,-whom we call of a punch spoon. Sing ay that Andrew Laurie ; come hither, lad, way, and nether jaud nor gipsey ye shall burn my broomstaff three will daur to steer ye; od, I never times owre before I say foul fa’ thee." heard sic an unmelodious croon since And she laughed till the river banks Jem Thingumthrum, the Cameronian rang again, and cried out, “Come weaver, sang the merry song of. As Andrew Laurie, my lambkin; what I came through the Sanquhar town,' have swords, and bullets, and fire, to the melancholy draunt of Coles- and famine, and storms, and luxuhill." “ A truce to thy foolery, ries mair deadly than them all, been girl," said she of the unsonsie foot; doing, when they loot thy fair face « and think nae that I am the only hame?” one that hearkens thee. There's ane I stept from my place of conceala
ment, and went towards her:-the when I knocked at her door, and told gipsey maiden, who believed, perhaps, her who I was, she cried out, “ Awa, that I was a production of witch- honestlike man, awa,–I am a poor craft, conjured forth on the moment body in a lone house, with three for no good to her, or wishing to be bawbees and a pickle barley meal, gone, uttered a shriek, and, starting and I'm in bed, and my door's barred, off with the swiftness of a doe, was -Awa, honestlike man, awa.” After lost in the neighbouring wood. The another fruitless attempt to draw her old woman arose, and looked for a to a conference, I hastened on my minute's space upon me, and said, way, and in a little while came within “ Ah! lad, but ye have left the sight of a small promontory, three merry eye, and the blooming cheek parts encircled by the river, surabroad;-ye are one of those who rounded by a rude wall, and crested take away corn from camnie auld with innumerable grave stones—the Scotland, and bring her home chaff. kirkyard of Dalgarnock. Before I Butcome,-Scotland's an altered came in sight, the ancient kirk, with Scotland since ye sailed away, and its sharp peaked gabels and narrow that ye'll presently find. Death has windows, floated in a shadowy viherried the house of the Lauries, and sion before me on the summit of the made their hearthstones cauld. I knoll ;-row succeeding row of bared said when ye departed,-and wha and venerable heads, seemed to fill ever heard me tell an untruth?—that the extent of the walls from end to ye would never see kith, nor kin, nor end,--and I almost thought I heard Dalgarnock kirk mair. Aye, ye may the voice of the pastor, and the aslook, but see if it be not true. And cending of the psalm. But when I there was your ain love, Nancie emerged from the little woody glen, I Greerson, kirked the ae Sunday, and found that a few corner stones, and a kirk-yarded the next;- they never heap of dust, was all that remained prosper who break true love vows,- of the kirk of Dalgarnock. It had and ye were vowed to ane anither, been cast to the ground many years, that my ain ears heard. It's all true, and the roads which came from four Andrew Laurie, was I no at her different airts to its door, were dredgie, think ye, an unbidden guest, ploughed and sown, except one rugand gat my brow crossed, and blood ged and abrupt way which led from drawn, by the drunken laird of Ca. a ford in the river, and on this I hoolie? In ae short week he was could observe that sometimes the feet found drowned in as little water as of man had lately travelled. The would have christened him,—and I gate was unfastened, and with a was mair than avenged. But away, slow and faltering step I went a-away,-question not me of kith or mong the memorials of the dead, of kin,- I like ill to speak of the and winded my way reverently adead, and some maun speak of me mong their graves,-the foot of the
Can I raise people from the living should respect the dwelling of dowie grave,-charm the last of a the departed. I heard something race out of a winding sheet, and like the murmuring of a human bring youth back, and merry aughteen, voice, and looking around saw and laughing twenty again? Wel- new dug grave, deep and long, a come hame, Andrew Laurie,--a spade and a hoe stuck in the loose cauld hearth and a deserted hall, a black earth; I saw nothing else, fremit face and a gaping grave,-can yet still the sound increased; and, wit and wealth mend that, think ye?” at last, I saw, not without surprise, And, laughing more in anguish than the figure of a man laid at full in joy, she closed the door in my length on the grass, like one meaface; and the last words I could dis- suring ground with his person for a tinguish were, Sorrow, and dool, grave. At a small distance a clean and cauld blood, and dread of the white cloth was spread over a flat grave, come to others as well as to gravestone, and wine and other reGrizel with the unsonsie foot.” freshments stood in a basket upon it.
To speak with this woman, and I stood gazing on the grave, and learn tidings of my family, was on the living person who lay stretchmuch my wish, but old age had made ed beside it. He wore a coat of her more wayward than ever; and coarse, homespun gray cloth,-with
201 gun-mouthed trowsers reaching mid- have I wandered the earth, and this leg down; his feet were bare, and a is the first time I have had the grace grizzled lock or two escaping un- to lie down aside ye. Ye were a combed from beneath a broad and blythe and a bonnie lass when I first táttered bonnet, spoke something to began to roam, a poor demented lad, me of age and weakness of brain. about the parish, but I'm wise now, He lay holding a fresh dug-up skull lass, and can mind,-when ane huntbetween his hands, to which he was ed the dogs on me, another drave speaking with the familiarity of old me frae the door, and anither laid acquaintance. “Aha, Johnnie Wum- me in wet straw and damp sacks, ble," said he, “ye are a quiet chield saying aught was gude enough for a now, and a' since ye got on a timber gowk,-what did my bonnie Lillie coat, and witch Girzie laid ye in yere Lesley do? She gied me a warm last linen. My certe, but ye lay supper and a cozie bed,-- gentle quietly among the mools, wi' the red words, and pitying looks, and took dewy gowans wagging bonnilie a- the garters frae her ain white ladyboon ye. Ye had nae business to cut like legs, and tied up Ringwood and the tree where the wood-dove biggit, Whitefoot, and kept in all the dogs in the foot of my mother's yard,- of Dalgarnock gate end frae her ain and ye had nae right to ding down poor Symie. It has been a waeful the auld kirk of Dalgarnoek, and let world for me since bonnie Lillie Lesin the wind and rain among the ley died." And wiping his eyes sparrows and bats, poor sackless with the sleeve of his coat, he bubthings. Had ye behaved yeresel, bled out and wept. On turning his the bedral wad nae hae daddit the head, and observing a new gravemools out atween yere teeth with his stone fresh painted and filled with airn spade, and bade ye lie still for a letters, he broke away into another fool, and no rise till the Lord lifted mood. “Od, but Lillie lass, I would ye. But ye raise for a' that. Ye have ye to lie farther frae auld Lancie think I did nae see ye sitting on the Luckpennie,-he'll pick the siller kirkyard dyke in the howe of hallow- nails out of your braw black kist, mas eve, wi' the deil's Rab of Rorie, lass, and a' for love of the metal. and Jock Thuneram of Thrapplem, Mickle need has he to gather gain and a full score of uncoffined compa- aneath the earth, his nephew is scatnions at your elbow. Ye had eentering it fu' gloriously aboon. I'll tell like burning coals, teeth like har- ye what, auld Luckpennie, take a rows, and ye were singing a highland fool bodie's counsel, and ease up the sang. Ah! loon to think to fright edge of your painted stone awee, and daft Symie Crosstree, that un- get ae glance at the way in which lovesome gate. I'll throw thy skull the gowd is getting the air, which into the Nith, and let the eels and ye sinned your soul in saving. A the water adders have a new place snow flight at yule is nought comof abode.” And the water flashed pared wi' the flight of thy hoarded as the skull descended into a neigh- gear; ye may hear the clink on't in bouring pool
every change house; horse-racing, Daft Symie Crosstree-a kind heart and dicing, and drabbing, and played and quiet fool, who used to wan- going, give wings to the wealth of der from house to house in the pa- auld Lancie Luckpennie." And leap-. rish, and seek his food and clothes. ing to his feet he shouted, among those who were willing to " Auld Lancie Luckpennie, befriend one of the most helpless and Auld Lancie Luckpennie, harmless of mankind,-- daft Symie Ilka Jockie has his Jennie, having disposed of the skull of ill And the deil has Lancie Luckpennie. Jock Wumble, proceeded to stretch Roused, no doubt, by a noise which himself beside a low grassy grave, would have roused all that was less marked with no stone of remem- than dead, an old man, slowly, and brance, and laying his arms over it, with many a groan, raised himself began to fondle and caress it as a up from the side of a fresh ridged mother caresses a baby. “ Bonnie grave, and rubbing his eyes, and Lillie Lesley,” he said, “ seventeen yawning like a death's head on a sesimmers have ye lain in a maiden pulchre,--the simile was at hand as grave, and seventeen simmers since all similes should be-exclaimed,
scandalized beyond endurance at the endure, think ye, to see the auld irreverent song of Symie" Deil world worthies of the land haurled dibble yere daft bouk in an ebb awa feet foremost, and a' to grace the grave, that a clocken hen may scratch new burial ground of Closeburn, an'a it out, wherefore make ye that un- plague till’t,can it no be content wi' sanctified din? Away wi' your car- devouring the name of the green and case, I say, I'll never earn a groat gladsome nook of Dalgarnock, but it out of thee :- I bury all the wise maun wile away the bouks of douce fowk at aughteen pence the head, and sponsible fowk; as if our ain and the daft fowk into the bargain, auld sunny knowe were nae like a and providence has been sae boun- slip of the garden o? paradise comtiful of intellect to the district, that pared with the new calf-ward of I'll no make aboon saxpence a piece; Closeburn,-a barren top and a sour hand owre head, I counted them a' bottom,-a barren top and a sour by the register book yestreen,-it's bottom. a sad bargain, and gin there was “ And then," said Symie, " what mickle wisdom in the parish I would is the parish gardener of Closeburn have it broken."
compared to our Ichabod Shool? To the grave digger of the old can he make a deep and a narrow kirkyard of Dalgarnock, Symie ad- dwelling according to the word vanced with a look of vacant stu- Can he make sic a bonnie piece of pidity. All the arch and somewhat subterranean architecture as thou mischievous alertness of his glance Ye should never make a grave for a was gone, and his face seemed piece of cauld common clay;-ye changed into a mere Jump of un- should keep yere spade for the use of quickened clay. “Gude day, gude gentles and dukes, and the like of day, Ichabod Shool," said Symie, Tam o' Campel an' me." " ye hae dug a braw hole,--ye make “ Truly," said Ichabod, “ a wise the house, and leave death to find a word frae a witless pow. Ye are tenant;--this sair cough that's gaun right, Symie; my last hames are just raging amang us wise fowk of Dala sey pieces of human skill, sae straight, garnock will send monie a siller sae deep, and sae tempting. There aughteen-pennie, and dredgie drink was the young portioner of Caim. thy road."
“ Siller pennies, said cross slipped a bit of gowd in my ye, gowk," quoth Ichabod Shool, loof, wben he saw what a bonnie « siller seldom comes my road; subterranean edifice I had cut for his none but daft fowk die, and wise father, and tauld me it was a pleafowk live for ever. Save when a sure to look upon. The lad's an-hoLaurie or a Menteath, grace be wi' nest lad, though a thought given to them, take it into their head to oblige drink and the lasses, and can judge ane wi' a wise person's funeral, 1 of the merit of my wark as it made never can clap a creditable body him laird of three gude mailens, wi' my
spade, and bid the gowans But all go to Closeburn kirkyard wag o'er a sark-full of sensible olay. now,—the young and auld, the rote: This wearyfou marriage of the gude ten and ripe,vanity, lays them maiden parish of Dalgarnock wi' down, and may the fiend gie them a the captious carle Closeburn, vexes lifting." ane sair,--sorrow be wi' them that .“ Hout, Ichabod Shool," said Sya
( laid the twa thegither. Then there's mie, “ your slip of paradise is no the dinging down of the bonnie auld deserted yet. Ye have Douglasses, kirk, where monie a fair face sat, and Kirkpatricks, and Hallidays, mony a monie a lang psalm was sung; and ane,-a kind Menteath or twa; and casting out the ancient name of Dal- in the fulness of time ye'll have mae garnock frae 'mang the parishes of be praised for'tz-and a lang line of Nithsdale, just as if it had nae as Lauries." sweet a sound as Closeburn, or Kirk- .. A lang line of Lauries," said the mahoe-or warse than a Wam- grave-digger of Dalgarnock ? but phray,--a name fit to make a dead the langest day, will draw to night, dog bark. But let the name gang, and the lang. line of Lauries maun. a name's but a sough and a sound, have an end. . And the mair's the and let the kirk tumble, it was but pity, the mair's the pity ;-but wilfu timiner and stanęs, but wha can- fowk, wilfu' fowk, ane gade east, and