Alas! that their descendants now, upon their native soil, Can hardly find, for deer and sheep, a spot whereon to toil! Our good old race of Chiefs give place to mercenary knaves Who, for a bushel, less or more, would plough their father's graves! "The age of chivalry is past," yet shall its fame survive Forever brightened by their deeds-the Clans of 'Forty five. A "FABLED" OSSIAN. ["He (Burns) was pre-eminently the poet of the Scottish people : not that Scotland cannot boast of other bards. They shine as lights-they stud her history as stars, all along from the time of the fabled Ossian down to Adam Smith." From a speech by an Englishman present at the Kingston celebration of the Centenary of Burns.] A "FABLED" Ossian, did'st thou say? A bard whose praise all ages ring, Go learn a tongue to thee unknown- Do more, read Scotia's bards forthwith; I think it will take all thy pith Among them to find Adam Smith! Adam a poet! hear it, Cocker! Was ever such a funny joker ! You'd be a fortune to "The Poker." But as a nod's as good's a wink, Think, then, through what long ages came, Unwritten, Homer's song and fame : Why could not Ossian's come the same? What marvel that a strain that winds Its way into all hearts and minds A never-ending audience finds! Be not, then, sceptical, but wise; Yes, read the songs of Selma through; Though old, they may be fresh to you— A study manifestly new! THE LAKE OF THE THOUSAND ISLES. THOUGH Missouri's tide may majestic glide, Be my prouder lot a Canadian cot And the bread of a freeman's toils; * Then hurrah for the land of the forests grand, I would seek no wealth, at the cost of health, More I love the grace of fair nature's face, I would shun the road by ambition trod And the lore which the heart defiles;— Then hurrah for the land of the forests grand, O, away, away! I would gladly stray Where the pine and oak by the woodman's stroke Where the gladsome swain reaps the golden grain, Then hurrah for the land of the forests grand, *The above verses were written some years prior to the abolition of Slavery in the U. S. of America. A SCOTTISH SYREN. (The following lines were addressed to Miss Ellen Kennedy, at the termination of a vocal tour through Canada by the celebrated "Kennedy family.") As might through clouds dark frowning, driven Smile on the lone belated wight As made yon hall seem hallowed ground, Ye've marked some sky-lark, singing sweet Had ope'd and let her in. 'Twas thus it seemed, each time withdrew My bird of beauty from my view,Withdrawing only to enhance The joys that each return attend, O, "nicht" of rapture so complete! In gloom still deeper than before, Thou'rt gone-yet still in thought I trace Which with me, spite of time and tide, |