Sam Slick more than once, in full feather, And our own kept the Green Maple Leaf; 'Till first in the van of the free, boys, CHIEFTAIN MACLEAN. AIR-" Come o'er the Stream, Charlie." WHEN Noah turn'd seaman, most people agree, man, CHORUS UP, bonnet and feather! Up thistle and heather! Would not make a night o't with Chieftain Maclean! The "Chieftain " here referred to-Professor Donald MacLean, of Ann Arbor College, Michigan, is of the Lochbuy branch of the Clan MacLean. He was at the time these verses were penned, President of the St. Andrew's Society, and as such, presided at the Festival for which they were composed. Away with your grumblers whom nothing but tumblers Of punch and a haggis can tempt to fall in! Old Scotland's proud story, so pregnant of glory, From Ossian and Selma to Lucknow and Alma, What triumphs are linked to the war-pipes proud strain! That wretch who would hear it, its music to sneer at, Had best shun the sight of our Chieftain Maclean. Up, bonnet and feather! &c. Let pinks of perfection, themselves vainly vexing, O, Scotland, dear Scotland! alas that there's not land ETHEL. AIR-"The Lass o' Gowrie." "TIS said that angels in disguise Are sometimes found beneath the skies, I cannot doubt it, Ethel. The one thing sure is, that thy face That all I once could love give place That swain thrice happy must be owned How would I bless thee, Ethel ! Could I but there to my fond breast May thine, dear girl, thy whole life through, Be earth's best gifts, and with them too The loving care that seems thy due From all good angels, Ethel. MINE OWN DEAR ROMANTIC COUNTRIE! THOUGH its climate be cold, and its sands hide no gold, Yet the land of the heather for me! Since, despite its bleak air, Freedom's footsteps are there ; Her loved home, bonnie Scotland, is thee! CHORUS-Then ho! for the Old land! that stern, sturdy, bold land, Whose sons 'tis our glory to be! O, who would not love thee, and proudly sing of thee, Mine own dear, romantic countrie! Not without tug and toil, Albyn dear, on thy soil Our bold sires planted Liberty's tree; And we swear that no foe shall e'er touch stem or bough While we have hands to defend it and thee. Then ho for the Old Land! &c. From the homes of their birth, to the ends of the earth, As to magnet the steel, so, in woe or in weal, Then ho for the Old Land! &c. Land of heroes high-famed-land by foe never tamed, Then ho for the Old land! &c, EXTRACTS FROM A SERIES OF CARRIER BOYS' NEW YEARS' DAY ADDRESSES. In some Canadian cities it is customary for most newspapers of any standing, to have, each in its New-Year's-Day issue, a "Carrier Boy's Address "—a medley of rhymes, sometimes original and sometimes not-but all less or more characteristic of the season. Copies of these, ornamentally done up, are, on that day, handed by the Carrier Boys to all city subscribers accustomed to have their papers brought to their homes by these little lads-a Christmas box reminder that seldom misses its object. The author, as the writer of not a few of these ephemera, made them often the transcript of thoughts, which he hopes his readers may not deem unworthy of reproduction. He would not have his labours to oblige his editorial friends, and "the boys" thus employed by them, be "Like the snowflake on the river, A moment seen, then lost forever." Hence the following extracts : FROM ADDRESS FOR 1860. YES!-an eventful year has been the past:- With clouds portentous, saw at last descend The Frank to give it freedom-Well-a-day! |