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Forgive us, thou most beautiful of for many days—as if this cottage were Mornings! for having overslept the indeed our dwelling-place-and we assignation hour, and allowed thee to had retired hither to await the closing remain all by thy self in the solitude, of our life. Were we never here bewondering why thy worshipper could fore-in the olden and golden time? prefer to thy presence the fairest Those dips in the summits of the phantoms that ever visited a dream. mountains seem to recall from oblivion And thou hast forgiven us—for not memories of a morning all the same as clouds of displeasure these that have this, enjoyed by us with a different settled on thy forehead—the unre- joy, almost as if then we were a difproaching light of thy countenance is ferent being, joy then the very element upon us a loving murmur steals into in which we drew our breath, satisfied our heart from thine-and pure and now to live in the atmosphere of sadholy as a child's, or an angel's, Daugh. ness often thickened with grief. 'Tis ter of Heaven! is thy breath.
thus that there grows a confusion In the spirit of that invocation we among the past times in the dormitory look around us, and as the idea of -call it not the burial-place-overMorning dies, sufficient for our happi- shadowed by sweet or solemn imagery ness is the light of common day -in the inland regions of our soul; the imagery of common earth. There nor can we question the recollections as has been rain during the night - they rise-being ghosts, they are sienough, and no more, to enliven the lent—their coming and their going burn, and to brighten its banks—the alike a mystery—but sometimes—as mists are ascending composedly, with now—they are bappy hauntings—and promise of gentle weather-and the age is almost gladdened into illusion suo, so mild that we can look him in of returning youth. the face with unwinking eyes, gives 'Tis a lovely little glen as in all the assurance, that as he has risen, so will Highlands—yet we know not that a he reign, and so will he set in peace. painter would see in it the subject of
Yestreen we came into this glen at a picture—for the sprinklings of young gloaming, and rather felt than saw trees seem to have been sown caprithat it was beautiful-we lay down at ciously by nature, and there seems no dark, and let the moon and stars ca- reason why on that hillside, and not nopy our sleep. Therefore it is al. on any other, should survive the remost altogether new to us ; yet so con- mains of an old wood. Among the mul. genial its quiet to the longings of our titude of knolls a few are eminent heart, that all at once it is familiar to with rocks and shrubs, but there is no us as if we had been sojourning here central assemblage, and the green wil.
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derness wantons in such disorder mal! A tame fawn, by all that is wild that you might believe the pools there -kneeling down-to drink-no-no to be, not belonging as they are to the -at its lady's feet. The colley catchsame running water, but each itself a ed it—thou sayest- on the edge of small separate lakelet fed by its own the Auld wood-and by the time its spring. True, that above its home- wounds were cured, it seemed to have hills there are mountains—and these forgot its mother, and soon learnt to are cliffs on which the eagle might not follow thee about to far-off places disdain to build—but the range wheels quite out of sight of this and to play away in its grandeur to face a loftier gamesome tricks like a creature born rezion, of which we see here but the among human dwellings. What! it summits swimming in the distant dances like a kid-does it—and someclouds.
times you put a garland of wild flowGod bless this hut ! and have its in- ers round its neck—and pursue it like mates in his holy keeping! They are a huntress, as it pretends to be making but few—an aged couple-and their its escape into the forest ! grandchild-a pretty creature and a Look, child, here is a pretty green good—and happy as a bird. Four or purse for you, that opens and shuts five hours' sleep is all we need. This with a spring-so-and in it there is might it was deep--and our thoughts, a gold coin, called a sovereign, and a refreshed by its dew, have unfolded crooked sixpence. Don't blush-that themselves of their own accord, along was a graceful curtsey
Keep the with the flowers around our feet. Ha! crooked sixpence for good luck, and thou art up and singing, thou human you never will want. With the yel. Fairy! Start not at the Figure sitting low fellow buy a Sunday gown and a beside the well-'tis he who read the pair of Sunday shoes, and what else Chapter—and knelt along with thee you like ; and now-you two lead the and them at the Evening-Prayer. way-try a race to the door and old Set down thy pitcher, my child, and Christopher North will carry the pit
, let us have a look at thy happiness cher--balancing it on his head—thus for though thou mayst wonder at our -ha! The Fawn has it, and, by a words, and think us a strange old man, neck, has beat Camilla. coming and going, once and for ever, We shall breakfast ere we go-and to thee and thine a shadow and no breakfast well too,-for this is a poor more, yet lean thy head towards us man's, not a pauper's hut, and Heathat we may lay our bands on it and ven still grants his prayer-"give us bless it--and promise, as thou art this day our daily bread." Sweetergrowing up here, sometimes to think richer bannocks o' barley-meal never of the voice that spake to thce by met the mouth of mortal man--nor the Birk-tree-well. Love, fear, and more delicious butter. “ We salt it, serve God as the Bible teaches-and sir, for a friend in Glasgow-but now whatever happens thee, quake not, and then we take a bite of the freshbut put thy trust in Heaven.
let me put another spoonful of sugar Nay-weep not, though we know into your tea, sir- do oblige us a', that thy father is dead, aud that thou sir, by eatin' as many eggs as you ha'e hast neither sister nor brother. Smile a mind to, for our hens are gran' -laughi-sing--as thou wert doing layers--you'll maybe find the muttona minute ago as thou hast done ham no that bad, though I've kent it for many a morning and shall do for fatter-and, as you ha'e a long walk many a morning more on thy way to afore you, excuse me, sir, for being the well-in the woods-on the braes sae bauld as to suggest a glass o' spee. --in the house-often all by thyself rit in your neist cup. The gudeman
— when the old people are out of doors is temperate, and he's been sae a' his not far off-or when sometimes they life_but we keep it for a cordial—and have for a whole day been from home that bottle-to be sure it's a gae big out of the glen. Forget not our words ane and would thole replenishing-and no evil can befall thee that may has lasted us syne the New Year. not, weak as thou art, be bornemand So presseth us to take care of numnothing wicked that is allowed to walk ber one the gude wife, while the gudethe earth, will ever be able to hurt a man, busy as ourselves, eyes her with hair on thy head.
a well-pleased face, but saith nothing, My stars / what a lovely little ani. and the bonnie wee bit lassie sits on
her stool at the window wi' her coggie, and simple spirit-at once Lowland ready to do any service at a look, and and Highland - to us a pleasant supping little or nothing, out of bash- union, not without a certain charm of fulness in presence of Christopher grace. North, who she believes is a good, What loose leaves are these lying and thinks may, perhaps, be some on the Bible ? A few odd numbers of great man. Our third bannock has the Scottish CHRISTIAN HERALD. had the gooseberry jam laid on it thick We shall take care, our friends, that by " the gude-wife's ain haun',”-and all the Numbers for 1836 and 1837, we suspect at that last wide bite we bound in two large volumes, shall, ere have smeared the corners of our mouth many weeks elapse, be lying for you - but it will only be making matters at the Manse. The excellent editor worse to attempt licking it off with is a friend of ours and henceforth our tongue. Pussie! thou hast a you shall be subscribers to the work. cunning look—purring on our knee- Well entitled is he to say—“ Literaand though those glass een o' thine ture, science, subjects of general inteare blinking at the cream on the saucer rest, philanthropic and benevolent —with which thou jalousest we intend schemes, all viewed under a purely to let thee wet thy whiskers,—we fear religious aspect, and mingled with thou mak'st no bones of the poor bird- discussions upon the evidences, and ies in the brake, and that many an doctrines, and duties of our most holy unlucky leveret has lost its wits at the faith, have imparted to our pages a rich spring of such a tiger. Cats are queer and varied interest which has gained creatures, and have an instinctive lik. access for this little work to many a ing to Warlocks.
Christian home, and, we have reason And these two old people have sur- to believe, to many a Christian heart.” vived all their children
- sons and
The circulation of this cheap Christ. daughters! Last night they told us ian periodical — sixteen double-cothe story of their life-and they told lumned beautifully printed royal ocit as calmly as if they had been telling tavo pages, for three-halfpence-is of the trials of some other pair. Per- very great-some tens of thousandshaps, in our sympathy, though we and it has often made us happy to see said but little, they felt a strength that it in solitary places. It is adapted was not always theirs-perhaps it was for perusal on week.days as well as a relief from silent sorrow to speak to Sabbath—for there is a permitted difone who was a stranger to them, and ference in the rest that the labourer yet, as they might think, a brother in enjoys after work from that which affliction—but the evening prayer as- ought to pervade all the hours of the sured us that there is in this but a seventh day. The names of upwards Christian composure, far beyond the of a hundred contributors are found need of our pity, and sent from a re- among our clergy-the sermons and gion far beyond the stars.
discourses would fill several volumes There cannot be a cleaner cottage. printed in the usual form—so would Tidiness, it is pleasant to know, has original papers on subjects belonging for a good many years past been to the moral or social nature of man; establishing itself in Scotland among and the extracts, which occupy but the minor domestic virtues. Once a limited portion of its pages, are established it will never decay, for it se'ected with judgment from a wide must be felt to brighten more than range of knowledge. Let us read could be imagined by our fathers, the aloud to you, our worthy friends, a small whole aspect of life. No need for sacred Poem, which we have by heart. any other household fairy to sweep Christian, keep your eye on the page, this floor. An orderly creature we and if we go wrong do not fear to set have seen she is, from all her move- us right. Have you many psalms and ments out and in doors-though the hymns by heart ? But we need not guest of but a night. They told us ask-for that they had known what are called better days—and were
Piety is sweet to infant minds,"
once in a thriving way of business in a town. what they love they remember--and But they were born and bred in the then how easy – how happy—to get country; and their manners, not rus. things by heart! Happiest of all-th tic but rural, breathe of its serene things held holy on earth as in hea
-because appertaining here to Eter- Sweeter, than when Araby
Perfume breathes from flow'r and tree,
To Jehovah's list'ning ear.”
BY THE REV. DUNCAN GRANT, A.M., You have heard of Mungo Park, MINISTER OF FORRES.
we daresay, Christian? What! Your
mother says he was a cousin of hers “ Beauteous on our heath-clad mountains,
-and that she was born in the Forest May our Herald's feet appear ;
- the Forest of Ettrick-and that she Sweet, by silver lakes and fountains, May his voice be to our ear.
knew the Shepherd ! These verses Let the tenants of our rocks,
here we remember having read two Shepherds watching o'er their flocks, years ago—and we shall now refresh Village swain and peasant boy,
our memory by a perusal aloud. Stand Thee salute with songs of joy! between our knees, child, and hold the
paper well up. “ Christian Herald! spread the story
Of Redemption's wond’rous plan ; ON MUNGO PARK'S FINDING A TUFT OF 'Tis Jehovah's brightest glory,
GREEN MOSS IN THE AFRICAN DESERT. 'Tis his highest gift to man ; Angels on their harps of gold,
“ The sun had reached his mid-day height, Love its glories to unfold;
And poured down floods of burning light Heralds who its influence wield,
On Afric's barren land; Make the waste a fruitful field.
No cloudy veil obscured the sky,
And the hot breeze that struggled by " To the fount of mercy soaring,
Was filled with glowing sand.
“ No mighty rock upreared its head By the light shed from above;
To bless the wanderer with its shade Show us whence life's waters flow,
In all the weary plain;
But one wide sandy main