Think on our chilly situation, * Having heard that a very severe and indelicate censure has been passed on the above poem, I beg leave to reply in a quotation from an admired work, "CARR's Stranger in France," chapter 16.-" As we were contemplating a painting on a large scale, in which, among other figures, is the uncovered whole length of a warrior, a prudishlooking lady, who seemed to have touched the age of desperation, after having attentively surveyed it through her glass, observed to her party, that there was a great deal of indecorum in that picture. Madame S. shrewdly whispered in my ear, that the indecorum was in the remark." How sweetly shines, through azure skies, 2. But often has yon rolling moon 3. And on the crimson'd rocks beneath, She saw the gasping warrior low; *This poem was published for the first time in Hours of Idleness. -ED. * The catastrophe of this tale was suggested by the story of "Jeronymo and Lorenzo," in the first volume of the " Armenian, or GhostSeer." It also bears some resemblance to a scene in the third act of "Macbeth." 4. While* many an eye which ne'er again Could mark† the rising orb of day, Turn'd feebly from the gory plain, Beheld in death her fading ray. 5. Once to those eyes the lamp of Love, 6. Faded is Alva's noble race, And gray her towers are seen afar; No more her heroes urge the chase, Or roll the crimson tide of war. 7. But who was last of Alva's clan? 8. And when that gale is fierce and high, * While. First edition, when.-ED. 9. Yes, when the eddying tempest sighs, 10. Fair shone the sun on Oscar's birth, When Angus hail'd his eldest born; The vassals round their chieftain's hearth Crowd to applaud the happy morn. 11. They feast upon the mountain deer, 12. And they who heard the war-notes wild Hoped that one day the pibroch's strain Should play before the hero's child While he should lead the tartan train. 13. Another year is quickly past, And Angus hails another son; His natal day is like the last, Nor soon the jocund feast was done. 14. Taught by their sire to bend the bow, 15. But ere their years of youth are o'er, 16. Dark was the flow of Oscar's hair, 17. But Oscar own'd a hero's soul, His dark eye shone through beams of truth; Allan had early learn'd control, And smooth his words had been from youth. 18. Both, both were brave; the Saxon spear And Oscar's bosom scorn d to fear, But Oscar's bosom knew to feel; |