lost;

WILLIAM THOM.

And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide The father toils sair their wee bannock to earn,
Of life long since has anchored by thy side. An' kens na the wrangs o' his mitherless bairn.
But me, scarce hoping to attain that rest,
Always from port withheld, always distressed, Her spirit, that passed in yon hour o' his birth,
Me howling blasts drive devious, tempest-tossed, Still watches his wearisome wanderings on earth;
Sails ripped, seams opening wide, and compass Recording in heaven the blessings they earn

Wha couthilie deal wi' the mitherless bairn !
And day by day some current's thwarting force
Sets me more distant from a prosperous course. 0, speak him na harshly, - he trembles the
Yet 0, the thonght that thou art safe, and he !

while, That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. He bends to your bidding, and blesses your smile; My boast is not that I deduce my birth

In their dark hour o' anguish the heartless shall From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth;

learn
But higher far my proud pretensions rise, - That God deals the blow, for the mitherless bairn!
The son of parents passed into the skies.
And now, farewell ! -- Time, unrevoked, has run
His wonted course; yet what I wished is done.
By contemplation's help, not sought in vain,

I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.
I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again, -
To have renewed the joys that once were mine,

I REMEMBER, I remember
Without the sin of violating thine ;

The house where I was born, And, while the wings of fancy still are free,

The little window where the sun And I can view this mimic show of thee,

Came peeping in at morn. Time has but half succeeded in his theft,

He never came a wink too soon,
Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.

Nor brought too long a day;
WILLIAM COWPER.

But now I often wish the night

Had borne my breath away!
THE MITHERLESS BAIRN.

I remember, I remember [An Inverary correspondent writes: "Thom gave me the fol.

The roses, red and white, lowing narrative as to the origin of 'The Mitherless Bairn'; I

The violets, and the lily-cups, –
quote his own words. . When I was livin' in Aberdeen, I was
Limping roun' the house to my garret, when I heard the greetin' o' Those flowers made of light!
A Lassie was thumpin' a bairn, when out cam a big

The lilacs where the robin built,
dame, bellowin' " Ye hussie, will ye lick a mitherless bairn!" I
hobled up the stair and wrote the sang afore sleepin"")

And where my brother set

The laburnum on his birthday, -
WHEN a' ither bairnies are hushed to their hame

The tree is living yet !
By aunty, or cousin, or frecky grand-daine,
Wha stands last and lanely, an' naebody carin' ?

I remember, I remember 'T is the puir doited loonie, - the mitherless

Where I was used to swing, bairn!

And thought the air must rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing; The mitherless baimn gangs to his lane bed;

My spirit flew in feathers then, Nane covers his cauld back, or haps his bare

That is so heavy now, head; His wee hackit heelies are hard as the airn,

And summer pools could hardly cool An' litheless the lair o' the mitherless bairn.

The fever on my brow!

a wean.

Aneath his cauld brow siccan dreams hover there,
O' hands that wont kindly to kame his dark hair ;
But mornin' brings clutches, a' reckless an' stern,
That lo'e nae the locks o' the mitherless bairn!

I remember, I remember

The fir-trees dark and high ;
I used to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky.
It was a childish ignorance,

But now 't is little joy
To know I'm farther off from heaven
Than when I was a boy.

THOMAS Hoon

Yon sister that sang o'er his saftly rocked bed
Now rests in the mools where her mammie is

laid ;

YOUTH