You'd think him and his chariot, madly hurl'd,
Just off to make the circuit of the world,
Resolved to verify how may be done
What Fiction feigned of Coursers of the Sun!
But see his goal emerging into view,
His speed he slackens with a shrill halloo,
And, as if conscious of a welcome wide,
Into the city's heart doth proudly glide.
Murmur'd applauses through the crowd prevail;
Long-parted friends once more each other hail,—
Friends who, but for the marvels by thee wrought,
Had never thus each other seen or sought.

All-conquering Steam! where'er thy aid is found,
Progress at once is stamped on all around;
The forests vanish, deserts change amain
To busy marts, and fields of golden grain;
Adventure flourishes; inventions rare

Are brought to birth; Art spreads her treasures fair;
Abounds each social element designed

To sweeten life and elevate mankind.

Of modes barbaric the reformer bold—

No grace giv'st thou the plea of "customs old;"
Thy stoutest rivals to thy prowess yield,

Content to leave thee master of the field!

But that this tributary lay I sing

Might seem too long-my muse too weak of wing—

With eye prophetic, fain would I pursue

Thy future triumphs crowding on my view,—

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How to earth's utmost limits they extend,
Age after age increasing to the end;
How the far Isles now 'neath barbaric sway
Shall smile and flourish in thy better day;
How the swart Indian, quitting club and spear,
Shall be himself, in time, thy charioteer-
His savage appetites all laid aside,

His hunting grounds transformed to cornfields wide,— "A stoic of the woods" no longer now,

But going forth to toil with cheerful brow,
Grateful to Him who formed the social plan—
Thus reaching the true dignity of man!

Peerless discovery! Blessing rich and true!
When such thy pow'r, and such thy promise, too,
We well may hope in thee at last to find
A chain that shall in peace the nations bind—
A chain of love embracing all mankind.

Immortal WATT! I surely were to blame
If ceased my song forgetful of thy fame.
By thee a secret, long by all-wise Heaven
Conceal'd from man, at last to man was given.
Though some there be who with presumption vain
Would make their own the fruitage of thy brain,
Justice and Truth must scout the base design,
And own the great achievement to be thine
That has enriched the nations tenfold more
Then all earth's boasted mines of golden ore,

And makes thy name a more enduring sound

Than if among the gods thou hadst been crowned.

Earth's onward march is sure where men like thee are

found.

CANADIAN GIRLS.

CANADIAN girls--the truth to tell-
Sly arts coquettish practice well,
Yet must we own them not the less
Unrivalled in their loveliness.

I know of one whose lips to kiss
To me were earth's most perfect bliss;
A lass whose loving heart to own
A king might gladly give his crown.

Her step is light as is the flake
Of snow just falling on the lake;

A creature full of life and grace,

There's naught 'neath Heaven to match her face!

Small wonder that I would with pride

Make this Canadian girl my bride;

None ever sees that darling one
But owns her nature's paragon.

Then cease, ye bards, to longer hold
As matchless Beauty's queen of old;
Ye would, if you could come with me.
And bonnie Mary Murray see!

THE CLANS OF 'FORTY-FIVE.

'Ho! landed upon Moidart's coast is Scotland's rightful

King!"

Such was the news to which the Gael once gave warm

welcoming;

And soon, glad-buckling on their arms, stout chiefs and clansmen true

Have sworn in his good cause to try what good broadswords can do.

No cravens they to count the cost of failure: Man alive! We'll never see their like again-the Clans of 'Forty-five!

Brief time hath passed, till Finnan's vale is all alive with

men

From east and west in loyal haste proud-gathering: To their ken

The royal standard is unfurled-their Prince himself is

there,

Their loving homage to receive, their dangers all to share; Grey Chiefs, who for his fathers fought, the fires of youth revive,

To stirring pibrochds marshalling the Clans of 'Forty-five.

Let no man say that to restore a creed proscribed they

arm;

They think but of his loving trust, his Highland heart

so warm,

His royal rights usurped,—and they upon his princely

brow

Would place his father's crown or die: Too well they

kept their vow!

Let men who prate of loyalty, in this our day, derive Instruction in that virtue from the Clans of 'Forty-five!

Ay ! let them think of brave Lochiel and Borrodale the bold,―

Of Keppoch and Glengarry too, those chiefs of iron mould,―

The Chisholm, Cluny, Athol's lord, the Macintosh so

keen,―

The Appin Stuarts and MacColls, thy lion-hearts,

McLean,

With many a chief and clan besides, who quickly did contrive

To make their names immortal in the famous 'Forty-five!

How well they fought let Falkirk-field and Prestonpans declare :

Well might all Europe, as it marked, applaud their valor

rare.

Woe's me for dark Culloden Moor, where, all too rashly

brave,

They to a force their own thrice told unequal battle gave! What mortal might could do, they did,—but who 'gainst fate can strive?

To destiny alone succumbed the Clans of 'Forty-five.