for have I trembled, when, at Tancred's stroke, Its gushing blood tlie gaping cypress pour'd! It

When each live plant with mortal accents spoke's
And the wild blast upheav'd the vanish'd sword !

How have I sat, when pip'd the pensive wind,
To hear his harp by British Fairfax strung!

Prevailing poet! whose undoubting mind
Beliey'd the magic wonders which he sung!

Hence, at each sound, imagination glows! .
Hence, at each picture, vivid life starts here!

Hence his warw lay with softest sweetness Hows!
Melting it flows, pure, inurmuring, strong, and clear,
And fills th' impassion'd heart, and wins th' harmo-

nious ear!

Where'er Home dwells, on hill, or lowly moor,

Ta him I lose your kind protection lerd,
And, touch'd with love like mine, preserve my absent

friend !

some striking Scottish superstitions omitted by Col:

They are the production of William Erskine, Esq. Advocate, and form a Continuation of the Ad. dress, by Collins, to the Author of Douglas, exhorting him to celebrate the traditions of Scotland. They originally appeared in the Edinburgh Magazine for April, 1788.

** Thy muse may telt, how, when at evening's close,

To meet her love beirtath her twilight shade,
O'er many a broom-clad brue and heathy glade,

In merry mood the village maiden goes,
There, on a streamlet's margin as she lies,

Chanting some 'carol till her swain appears, With visage, deadly pale, in pensive guise,

Reneath a wither'd fir his form he rears ! Shrieking and sad, she bends her eiric flight,

When mid dire heaths, whero fits the taper blue,
The whilst the moon sheds dir a sickly light,

The airy funeral meets her blasted view!
When, trembling, weak, she gains her cottage low,

Where magpies scatter notes of presage wide,

The wraith, or spectral appearance, of a persoft stortly to die, is a firm article in the creed of Sco'tish superstition Nor is it unknown in our sister kingdom. See the beautiful Lady Diana Rich:--lubrey's Miscellanies, p. 89.

Some one shall tell, while tears in torrents flow,
That, just when twilight dimm'd the green hill's

side,
Far in his lonely sheil her hapless shepherd died.

" Let these sad strains to lighter sounds give place

Bid thy brisk viol warble measures gay !
For see! recall'd by thy resistless lay,

Once more the Brownie shews his honest face.
Hail, from thy wanderings long, my much lov'd

sprite . Thou friend, thou lover of the lowly, hail, Tell, in what realms thou sport'st thy merry night,

Trail'st the long mop, or whirl'st the mimic flair.
Where dost-thou deck the much-disordered hall,

While the tir'd damsel in Elysium sleeps,
With early voice to drowsy workmen call,

Or lull the dame wbile mirth his vigils keeps ?
'Twas thus in Caledonia's domes, 'tis said,

Thou ply'dst the kindly task in years of yore?
At last, in luckless hoursome erring maid

Spread in thy nightly cell of viand's store!!
Ne'er was thy form beheld among thy mountains

more. ..!

"The Brownie formed a class of beings, distinct in habit and disposition from the freakish and misa chieyous elves. He was meagre, slaggy, and wild in his appearance. Thus, Clealand, in his satire against the Highlanders, compares them to ! 1 Faunes, or brownies, if ye will, die

Or satyrs come from Atlas hill,' 'licari '. In the day time, he lurked in remote recesses of the old houses which he delighted to haunt; and, in, the night, sedulously employed himself in discharg.

" Then wake (for well thou canst) that wondrous lay,

How, while around the thoughtless matrons sleep, Soft o'er the floor the treacherous fairies creep,

And bear the smiling intant far away :

ing any laborious task which he thought might be acceptable to the family, to whose service he had devoted himself. But, although, like Milton's lubber fiend, he loves to stretch himself by the fire,* he does not drudge from the hope of recompence. On the contrary, so delicate is his attachment, that the offer of reward,' but particularly of food, infallibly occasions his disappearance for ever !

*-how the drudging goblin sweat,
To earn the cream-bowl, duly set it
When, in one night, ere, glimpse of morn,
His shadowy fail had thrash'd the corn,
That ten day-lab'rers could not end;
Then lies him down the lubber fiend
And, stretch'd out all the chimney's lengthy
Basks at the fire his hairy strength;
And, crop-full, out of doors he flings,
E'er the first cock his matin rings. We

L'Allegro. • When the meniáls in a Scottish family protracted their vigils around the kitchen 'fire, Brownie, wcary of being excluded from the midnight hearth, sometimes appeared at the door, 'seemed to watch their departure, and thus admonisheď tliem"Gang a' to your beds, sirs, and dinna put out the wee grieshock (embers)." 1

1 . 5" )" 's It is told of a Brownie, who haunted a border family, now extinct, that the lady having fallen un.

How starts the nurse, when for lier lovely child,

She sees at dawn a gaping idiot stare!
O snatch the innocent from demons wilde,

And save the parents fond from fell despair!
In a deep cave the trusty menials wait."

When from their hilly dens, at midnight's hour,
Forth rush the airy elves in mimic state,
* And o'er the moonlight heath with swiftness scour:

expectedly in labour, and the servant who was or-
dered to ride to Jedburgh for the sage femme, shew.
ing no great alertness in setting out, the familiar
spirit slipt on the great-coat of the lingering domes.
tic, rode to the town on the laird's best horse, and
returned with the midwife en croupe. During the
short space of his absence, the Iweed, which they
must necessarily ford, rose to a dangerous height,
Brownie, who transported his charge with all the
rapidity of the ghostly lover of Lenora, was not to
be stopped by this obstacle. He plunged in with the
terrified old lady, and landed her in safety where her
services were wanted. Having put the horse into the
stable where it was afterwards found in a woeful
plight, he proceeded to the room of the servant.
whose duty he had discharged; and, finding him just
in the act of drawing on his boots, he administered
to him a most merciless drubbing with his own horse.
whip. Such an important service excited the grati.
tude of the laird ; who, understanding that Brownie
had been heard to express a wish to have a green
coat, ordered a vestment of that colour to be made,
and left in his haunts. Brownie took away the green
coat, but never was seen more. We may suppose,
that tired of his domestic drudgery, he went in his
new livery to join the fairies.