“The bridegroom may forget the bride, Was made his wedded wife yestreen; The monarch may forget the crown That on his head an hour has been; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me!" HIGHLAND MARY. YE banks, and braes, and streams around Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There, Simmer, first unfauld your robes, summer, unfold And there the langest tarry; longest For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, birch As underneath their fragrant shade Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' monie a vow, and lock'd embrace, many full And, pledging aft to meet again, oft We tore oursel's asunder; But oh! fell Death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, That wraps my Highland Mary! 80 cold O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly! And closed for aye the sparkling glance, That dwelt on me sae kindly! And mould'ring now in silent dust, That heart that lo'ed me dearly! But still within my bosom's core distinguished divine . In early life he sh ed to send him to the emain one, he went t ere he remained till maker of verses," e ation of tutor in the ere he remained fo John Mayne. Born 1761 Died 1836. BORN of humble parents in Dumfries, in 1761, Mayne showed considerable ability in poetical composition in his sixteenth year, when he began his "Siller Gun," which was improved and enlarged in many successive editions. He is also the author of "Logan Braes," "Helen of Kirkland," &c. Mayne raised himself to a position of influence in London, where he resided for the latter part of his life. LOGAN BRAES. By Logan's streams that rin sae deep, While my dear lad maun face his faes, Nae mair at Logan Kirk will he At e'en, when hope amaist is gane, Joanna Baillie. Born 1762. Died 1851. MISS BAILLIE was the daughter of a clergyman of the Church of Scotland, in Bothwell, Lanarkshire. In early life she with her sister Agnes removed to London, where their brother, Sir Matthew Baillie, was settled as a physician. She is the author of various plays, one of which was acted on the stage; she also wrote some poems and Scottish songs, which have been much admired. She led a retired life, and died at Hampstead in 1851. PICTURE OF A COUNTRY LIFE. Even now methinks Each little cottage of my native vale Swells out its earthen sides, upheaves its roof, I'll gather round my board Shall have its suited pastime; even winter, |