But forth from out the stricken throng She told,' from battle's distant track She told,' around the pinion'd boy, The chieftain seem'd no sound to hear, 1 THE GATHERING OF A HIGHLAND CLAN. BY I. M'LELLAN. UP clansmen! through the shadowy morn And the stern war-pipe's scream. On, on they come with startling shout, Not so before their heavy tread The slender bracken its frail head May bow, when winds rave loud and dread, But rudely doth the mountain pine And rudely doth our kingly line Dash back its foe, when blood, like wine, Pours out its bubbling tide. Stern children of the cliff and glade! Start from the quiet forest's gloom, Ah! calmly shines the summer day To-morrow it will look as gay, Though we from earth have pass'd away, Like bubbles on the sea. And when the reaper binds his sheaves, And autumn, 'mid the crimson leaves, Then will the snooded highland girl, And the meek lowland maid, Look out upon the tempest's whirl, And weep that where the hill-clouds curl Their lovers' bones are laid. But oft, in after years, the tale Of this day's stormy strife Shall make the virgin's cheek grow pale, And kindle in the stripling Gael The thirst for martial life. THE BANDIT. BY MRS. SARAH J. HALE. YOUNG Leon wore a glance of pride, That made his rivals quail, And won fair Lelia for his bride, The violet of the vale. She loved him-and when whispers rose, She deem'd her dearest friends his foesFled with him, and her all of life Centred in those fond words-his wife. To her, whate'er his mood had been, A smile of love he wore, As summer skies are most serene, And yet at times a trembling came |