The blast of a trumpet is heard, followed by a March.) RECITATIVE. What uproar frights the silent watchful stars? Hark! bark! the slaught'ring march of the impious Danes, Great God of battles, be thou my guide Come away, is thy song, come away to thy grave, MARTIAL AIR. Bear my standard to the war, Where the bossy target rings, Where the flighty arrow sings, Where the sword and faulchion flash, And the ravens scream in air PRAYER. Great God of battles, bless my single arm, Be thou my guide-my watchword, LIBERTY †. + We are informed by the gentleman who favoured us with this beautiful piece of poetry, that it was written by W. Dimond, Esq; and sung by the celebrated Mr. Braham at the Edinburgh Musical Festival 1815, to music composed expressly for him by Rauzzine. CCLXV. ADOWN THE GREEN DELL. Adown the green dell, near the Abbey's remains, All under the willow he lies; There, by the pale moonlight, Maria complains, "Oh! it is not the dew-drop adorns the wild rose, On the briar-bound grave of my dear * : "I could not but weep, while I pray'd his repose,“ And the bright trembling drop is—a tear.” * “We were much pleased" says a Pedestrian Tourist, “with the neat appearance of the church-yards belonging to some of the more remote villages in the south of England:-the graves were firmly laced with a kind of basket-work of briars, brambles, &c. many of these had taken root, and being kept in order, cast even a cheerful look over the silent mansions of the dead, and evinced, on the part of the survivors, an affectionate regard for the memory of departed relatives; which in too many instances we find cease the moment they are consigned to the "dark and narrow house." The ingenious, but unfortunate, Chatterton, who suffered nothing to escape his penetrating eye, has noticed this custom in the Minstrel's Song in his tragical interlude "Ella". "Wythe mie honds I'lle dente the brieres, See page 233 of this work. CCLXVI. WE'LL MEET BESIDE THE DUSKY GLEN, ON YON BURN SIDE. We'll meet beside the dusky glen, on yon burn side, Yet there we may be seen, But we'll meet-we'll meet, at e'en, down by yon burn side. I'll lead thee to the birken bow'r, on yon burn side, Ne'er disturbs the lovers' joy, While in ither's arms they lie, down by yon burn side. Awa', ye rude unfeeling crew, frae yon burn side, By the sweetly murm'ring stream, And the rock-lodg'd echoes skim, down by yon burn sidę. Now the planting taps are ting'd wi' goud, on yon burn side, And gloamin draws her foggy shroud, o'er yon burn side Far frae the noisy scene, I'll through the fields alane, There we'll meet-my ain dear Jean! down by yon burn side. CCLXVII. ELLEN BHOYOCHD (OR THE BEAUTIFUL) *. Row weel, my boatie, row weel, Row weel, my merry men a', For there's dool and there's wae in Glenfiorich's bowers, And there's grief in my father's ha'. And the skiff it dancit licht on the merry wee waves, And it flew owre the water sae blue, And the wind it blew licht, and the moon it shone bricht But the boatie ne'er reach'd Allandhu. *For an account of the traditional tale on which this beautiful little imi tation of the old ballad is founded, we refer to the 3d No. of the Wanderer, Glasgow, 1818, 8vo. It is the production of Mr. A. M'C. whom we are proud to recognize as a native of Renfrewshire, and from the specimen before us to hail as a poet of no mean promise. Obon! for fair Ellen, ohon! Ohon! for the pride of Strathcoe In the deep, deep sea, in the salt, salt bree, CCLXVIII. GUDE WALLAS". As coreckit and revysit be ane Scotisman. O for my awin Roy quod gude Wallas, This goodly ballad that records one of the many adventures of Wallace, is probably founded on a similar incident rehearsed by Henry in the fifth book of his metrical life of the hero: -Wallace said myself will pass in feyr And ane with me off herbre for to speyr; |