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Until he came to that dreary place,
Which did all in ruins lie.
He gazed on the walls, so scathed with fire,
With many a bitter groan-
Resting him on a stone.
“Some pilgrim thou seemest to be.” But in sore amaze did Lord Albert gaze,
Nor answer again made he.
Or bring reliques from over the sea ?
Or St John of Beverley?"-
Nor bring reliques from over the sea;
Which for ever will cling to me. “Now, woful pilgrim, say not so !
Bút kneel thee down to me,
That absolved thou mayst be."-
That I should shrive to thee, When He, to whom are given the keys of earth and
Five thousand miles away,
Done here 'twixt night and day.”
And thus began his sayeWhen on his neck an ice-cold hand
Did that Gray Brother laye.
ROYAL EDINBURGH LIGHT DRAGOONS
" Nennius. Is not peace the end of arms?
“ Caratach. Not where the cause implies a general conquest,
THE following War-Song was written during the apprehension of an invasion. The corps of volunteers to which it was addressed, was raised in 1797, consisting of Gentlemen, mounted and armed at their own expense. It still subsists, as the Right Troop of the Royal Mid-Lothian Light Cavalry, commanded by the Honourable Lieutenant-Colonel Dundas." The noble and constitutional measure of arming freemen in defence of their own rights, was nowhere more successful than in Edinburgh, which furnished a force of 3000 armed and disciplined volunteers, including a regiment of cavalry, from the city and county, and two corps of artillery, each capable of serving twelve guns. To such a force, above all others, might, in similar circumstances, be applied the exhortation of our ancient Galgacus-“Proinde ituri in aciem, et majores vestros et posteros cogitate.” 1812.
The bugles sound the call;
Arouse ye, one and all!
Froin high Dunedin's towers we come,
A band of brothers true;
We boast the red and blue.a
Dull Holland's tardy train;
And, foaming, gnaw the chain;
Their brethren's murder gave,
Sought freedom in the grave!
In Freedom's temple born,
Or brook a victor's scorn?
No! though destruction o'er the land
Come pouring as a flood,
And set that night in blood.
Or plunder's bloody gain;
Nor shall their edge be vain.
Shall fan the tri-color,
Pollute our happy shore,
Then farewell hoine! and farewell friends!
a The royal colours. The allusion is to the massacre of the Swiss Guards, on the fatal 10th August 1792. It is painful, but not useless, to remark, that the passive temper
with which the Swiss regarded the death of their bravest countrymen, mercilessly slaughtered in discharge of their duty, encouraged and authorized the progressive injustice, by which the Alps, once the seat of the most vir. tuous and free people upon the Continent, have at length been converted into the citadel of a foreign and military despot. A state degraded is half enslaved.-1812.