AMBITION IS NO CURE FOR LOVE. SIR GILBERT ELLIOT. Died 1777. My sheep I neglected, I broke my sheep-hook, Through regions remote in vain do I rove, Alas, 'tis too late at thy fate to repine! [Sir W. Scott alludes to what he calls this "beautiful pastoral song," in the Lay of the last Minstrel. Sir Gilbert Elliot was the father of the first Lord Minto.] THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST. MISS JANE ELLIOT OF MINTO I've heard them lilting, Lasses a' lilting Before dawn of day; At bughts in the morning, And dowie and wae; In har'st, at the shearing, And lyart or gray; Are a' wede awae. 154 At e'en, in the gloaming, The Flowers of the Forest Dool and wae for the order Sent our lads to the Border! By guile wan the day; Are cauld in the clay. We'll hear nae mair lilting Women and bairns are Heartless and wae ; Sighing and moaning On ilka green loaning, The Flowers of the Forest Are a' wede awae. ["In these beautiful stanzas," says Scott, "the manner of the ancient minstrels is so happily imitated that it required the most positive evidence to convince me that they were modern. Such evidence I have however been able to procure." [Min. of Scot. Bord. vol. iii. 333.] Miss Jane Elliot was the sister of Sir Gilbert, the author of the fine song printed before My sheep I neglected I lost my sheep-hook.] THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST. MISS RUTHERFORD. I've seen the smiling It is fled far away. I've seen the Forest, Adorn'd of the foremost With flowers of the fairest, I've seen the morning With gold the hills adorning; I've seen Tweed's silver streams As they roll'd on their way. Oh, fickle Fortune! Thy smiles cannot cheer me, Since the Flowers of the Forest [Miss Rutherford of Fairnalie in Selkirkshire, afterwards Mrs. Cockburn of Ormiston, was among the first to discover the expanding genius of Sir Walter Scott, who speaks very warmly of her kindness and talents in several of his writings. "These verses were written at an early period of her life," says Scott," and without peculiar relation to any event, unless it were the depopulation of Ettrick Forest."] FOR LACK OF GOLD. DR. AUSTIN. For lack of gold she has left me-o; She me forsook for a great duke, And to endless wo she has left me-o. A star and garter have more art No cruel fair shall ever move |