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WHEN THE KYE COMES HAME

Then since all nature joins

In this love without alloy, Oh, wha wad prove a traitor To Nature's dearest joy? Oh wha wad choose a crown,

Wi' its perils and its fame, And miss his bonnie lassie When the kye comes hame,

When the kye comes hame, When the kye comes hame, "Tween the gloaming and the mirk, When the kye comes hame!

A BOY'S SONG

Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the grey trout lies asleep,

Up the river and o'er the lea,

That's the way for Billy and me.

FAREWELL TO GLEN-SHALLOCH

Farewell to Glen-Shalloch,

A farewell forever;

Farewell to my wee cot

That stands by the river!

The fall is loud sounding
In voices that vary,
And the echoes surrounding
Lament with my Mary.

I saw her last night,

'Mid the rocks that enclose them,

With a child at her knee

And a child at her bosom:

I heard her sweet voice

'Mid the depth of my slumber,

And the song that she sung
Was of sorrow and cumber.

"Sleep sound, my sweet babe! There is nought to alarm thee;

The sons of the valley

No power have to harm thee.

I'll sing thee to rest

In the balloch untrodden,

With a coronach sad

For the slain of Culloden."

DONALD M'DONALD

My name it is Donald M'Donald,
I live in the Hielands sae grand;
I hae follow'd our banner, and will do,
Wherever my Maker has land.
When rankit amang the blue bonnets,
Nae danger can fear me ava;
I ken that my brethren around me
Are either to conquer or fa'.

Brogues an' brochen an' a',
Brochen an' brogues an' a';
An' is nae her very weel aff,

Wi' her brogues an' brochen an' a'?

MOGGY AND ME

Oh wha are sae happy as me an' my Moggy?
Oh wha are sae happy as Moggy an' me?
We're baith turnin' auld, an' our walth is soon tauld,
But contentment bides aye in our cottage sae wee.

She toils a' the day when I'm out wi' the hirsel,
An' chants to the bairns while I sing on the brae;
An' aye her blithe smile welcomes me frae my toil,
When down the glen I come weary an' wae.

POOR LITTLE JESSIE

Oh, what gart me greet when I parted wi' Willie,
While at his guid fortune ilk ane was so fain?
The neighbors upbraidit an' said it was silly,
When I was sae soon to see Willie again.
He gae me his hand as we gaed to the river,
For oh, he was aye a kind brother to me;
Right sair was my heart from my Willie to sever,
And saut was the dew-drop that smartit my e'e.

CAMERON'S WELCOME HAME

Oh strike your harp, my Mary,

Its loudest, liveliest key,

An' join the sounding correi

In its wild melody;

For burn, an' breeze, an' billow,

Their sangs are a' the same,

And every waving willow

Soughs "Cameron's welcome hame."

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MORNING

Human life is but a day;

Gay its morn, but short as gay;
Day of evil-day of sorrow!

Hope-even hope can paint no morrow.
Steeped in sloth or passions boiling,
Noon shall find thee faint and toiling:
Evening rears her mantle dreary;
Evening finds thee pale and weary.
Prospects blasted-aims misguided—
For the future ill provided-
Murmuring, worn, enfeebled, shaking—
Days of sorrow, nights of waking-—
Yield thy soul unto the Giver;
Bow thy head, and sleep forever!

Rise, O rise, to work betake thee!

Wake thee, drowsy slumberer, wake thee!

What remains to be said of Hogg's verse may as well be said here. In 1817 he produced Dramatic Tales, in two volumes. He was, however, quite ignorant of the practical details of the playwright's art, and, of course, could not produce an actable drama. In attempting this form of composition he bade good-bye to his poetical talents. The result is that his Dramatic Tales contain nothing over which it is worth while to pause.

In 1822 his poems were issued in four volumes, and in the same year, The Royal Jubilee, a masque commemorative of the coronation of George IV. This masque, tho interesting in parts, is generally monotonous, and flattens out completely at the end. The best verses are the songs, one of which is as follows:

The day is past;

It was the last

Of suffering and of sorrow:

And o'er the men

Of northern glen

Arose a brighter morrow:

3 Contents: All-hallow Eve, Sir Anthony Moore, The Profligate Princess, The Haunted Glen.

4 Scott, at the cost of a good deal of trouble, procured Hogg an invitation to be present at the coronation. It afforded Scott the theme for one of his amusing stories to the effect that Hogg refused the invitation rather than forego the pleasures of St. Boswell's Fair. In fact, however, Hogg, who had made so many agricultural failures. would not risk the profits of a year by absenting himself from the principal annual market day.

The pibroch rang

With border clang

Along the hills of heather;

And fresh and strong

The thistle sprung

That had begun to wither.

With the exception of a few songs and short poems, Hogg produced no more verse of consequence subsequent to the publication of The Queen's Wake. Volume I of The Jacobite Relics appeared in 1819 and Volume II in 1821. The collection is valuable only so far as it preserves the text of political songs that would otherwise have been lost. The voluminous notes by Hogg are oftentimes historically inaccurate, and are of no literary value. Queen Hynde, his longest composition in verse, is the most formless and monotonous. Hogg never possessed the ability to exercise sustained effort in verse. The Queen's Wake is, in reality, but a succession of short poems written at various times and loosely strung together. His three other long poems, The Pilgrims of the Sun, Mador of the Moor, and Queen Hynde, all show decided lack of inspiration, and have fallen into deserved obscurity. Songs, 1831, and A Queer Book, 1832, complete the list of volumes of verse published during the Shepherd's lifetime. They are both merely collections of poems that had been already published.

The Poetic Mirror was published in 1816, and in 1818 appeared the first of Hogg's important compositions in prose. In spite of the subsequent volumes of verse, Hogg may be considered from this date as a prose writer, an aspect that will be examined in a subsequent chapter.

CHAPTER 7

RELATIONS WITH BLACKWOOD

THO Hogg's relations with Mr. Blackwood extended over many years, it is thought advisable to give the narrative in connected form in one place. It has already been said that Hogg's acquaintance with his future publisher began when he met the latter in the capacity of one of Goldie's executors. Hogg writes as follows in the Autobiography:

From the time I gave up The Spy I had been planning with my friends to commence the publication of a magazine on a new plan, but for several years we only conversed about the utility of such a work without doing anything farther. At length, among others, I chanced to mention it to Mr. Thomas Pringle, when I found that he and his friends had a plan in contemplation of the same kind. We agreed to join our efforts and try to set it agoing; but, as I declined the editorship on account of residing mostly on my farm at a distance from town, it became a puzzling question who was the best qualified among our friends for that undertaking. We at length fixed on Mr. Gray as the fittest person for the principal department, and I mentioned the plan to Mr. Blackwood, who, to my astonishment, I found had likewise long been cherishing a plan of the same kind. He said he knew nothing about Pringle, and always had his eye on me as a principal assistant, but he would not begin the undertaking until he saw he could do it with effect. Finding him, however, disposed to encourage such a work, Pringle, at my suggestion, made out a plan in writing, with a list of his supporters, and sent it in a letter to me. I enclosed it in another and sent it to Mr. Blackwood, and not long after that period Pringle and he came to an arrangement about commencing the work while I was in the country. Thus I had the honour of being the beginner, and almost sole instigator of that celebrated work, Blackwood's Magazine; but from the time I heard that Pringle had taken in Cleghorn as a partner I declined all connection with it, farther than as an occasional contributor. I told him the connection would not likely last for a year, and insisted that he should break it at once, but to this proposal he would in nowise listen. As I had predicted, so it fell out, and much sooner than might have been expected. In the fourth month after the commencement of that work, I received a letter from Mr. Blackwood, soliciting my return to Edinburgh, and when I arrived there I found that he and his two redoubted editors had gone to loggerheads, and instead of arguing the matter face to face they were corresponding together at the rate of about a sheet an hour. Viewing this as a ridiculous mode of proceeding, I brought about two meetings between Mr. Blackwood and Mr. Pringle, and endeavored all that I could to bring them to a right understanding about the matter. A reconciliation was effected at that time and I returned again to the country. Soon, however, I heard that the flames of controversy, and proud opposition, had broken out between the

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