WILLIAM MOTHERWELL. 1797-1834. [WILLIAM MOTHERWELL, born in Glasgow in 1797, became a "limb of the law" in 1819, being then appointed to the office of Sheriff Clerk Depute at Paisley. In 1828 he put his literary talent at the service of his party, edited a Tory newspaper, The Paisley Advertiser, and afterwards The Glasgow Courier. The strain of journalism proved too much for him, and he died of apoplexy at the early age of thirty-seven. A small volume of poems, narrative and lyrical, published in 1832, was the only fruit of his fine poetic gifts.] And his pale brow and paler cheek, Heigho! the wind and rain; The white moonshine did fall so meek, Ah! well-a-day! sad strain. They lifted up the True and Brave, Heigho! the wind and rain; They buried him on that far strand, His face turned towards his love's own land, Ah, well-a-day! how vain. The wearied heart was laid at rest, They nothing said, but many a tear, Ah, well-a-day! amain. They nothing said, but many a sigh, Heigho! the wind and rain; Told how they wished like him to die, Ah, well-a-day! sans stain. With solemn mass and orison, Heigho! the wind and rain; And on it graved with daggers bright, JEANIE MORRISON. I'VE wandered east, I've wandered west, The love o' life's young day! Where first fond luve grows cule. [BORN at Dublin, early attained some distinction as a painter, poet, and singer. His earliest work, except contributions to journals, was Legends and Songs of Ireland. His Rory O'Moore (1837), Handy Andy (1842), and Treasure Trove (1844), comic Irish tales, widely extended his fame. Songs and Ballads (1839), Lyrics of Ireland (1858), Metrical Tales (1859), and several successful dramatic works, were written by him. He also gave public exhibitions and lectures in Great Britain, Ireland, and America with much success. Died July 6, 1868.] THE FOUR-LEAVED SHAMROCK. I'LL seek a four-leaved shamrock And if I find the charmed leaf, Oh, how I'll weave my spells! I would not waste my magic might But I will play the enchanter's part In casting bliss around; To worth I would give honor, The smile of happier years; |