Saft the southland breeze was blowing,
Sweetly sughed the green oak wood;
Loud the din o' streams fast fa'ing,

Strack the ear with thundering thud.

Ewes and lambs on braes ran bleating;
Linties chirped on ilka tree;
Frae the west the sun near setting,

Flamed on Roslin's towers sae hie.†

Roslin's towers and braes sae bonny!
Craigs and water, woods and glen!
Roslin's banks unpeered by ony,
Save the Muses' Hawthornden!

Ilka sound and charm delighting,

Will (though hardly fit to gang,)†
Wandered on through scenes inviting,
Listening to the mavis' sang.

Faint at length, the day fast closing,
On a fragrant strawberry steep,
Esk's sweet dream to rest composing,
Wearied nature drapt asleep.

'Soldier, rise!-the dews o' e'ening,
Gathering fa' wi' deadly skaith!—
Wounded soldier! if complaining,

Sleep na here, and catch your death?'

Accepting an invitation to take shelter in a neighboring cottage, slowfully and painfully he followed his guide.

Silent stept he on, poor fellow!

Listening to his guide before,

O'er green knowe, and flowery hollow,
Till they reached the cot-house door.

Laigh it was, yet sweet and humble;
Decked wi' honeysuckle round;

Sighed.

† High.

Walk.

§ Low.

Clear below Esk's waters rumble,

Deep glens murmuring back the sound.
Melville's towers sae white and stately,

Dim by gloaming glint* to view;
Through Lasswade's dark woods keekt sweetly,
Skies sae red and lift sae blue.

Entering now in transport mingle,
Mother fond, and happy wean,‡
Smiling round a cantys ingle,
Bleezing on a clean hearth-stane.

'Soldier, welcome! Come, be cheery!
Here ye'se|| rest, and tak' your bed—
Faint, waes me! ye seem and weary,
Pale's your cheek, sae lately red!'

'Changed I am,' sighed Willie till¶ her;
'Changed nae doubt, as changed** can be ;
Yet, alas! does Jeanie Miller

Naught o' Willie Gairlace see ??

Hae

ye mark'd the dews o' morning, Glittering in the sunny ray,

Quickly fa' when, without warning,

Rough blasts came and shook the spray?

Hae ye seen the bird fast fleeing,

Drap when pierced by death mair fleet?
Then see Jean, wi' color deeing,††
Senseless drap at Willie's feet.

After three lang years' affliction,
A' their waes now hush'd to rest,
Jean ance mair, in fond affection,
Clasps her Willie to her breast.

But hark! the first bell rings for the cars; so let us be off, and get our places. The sun has slipped

down behind the trees yonder, and it will be gloaming, if not ''tween and supper time,' before we get to Edinburgh.

All is right, and off we go, whirring through the quiet and beautiful scenery of these highly cultivated regions. We pass through "Samson's ribs," that is, the granite rocks of Duddingston, by means of a tunnel, glide along the base of Arthur's Seat, on whose summit linger the last rays of evening; and land at the upper end of the city, well prepared to relish a Scottish supper of substantial edibles, and after that, "tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep."

CHAPTER XIII.

City of Glasgow-Spirit of the place-Trade and Manufactures -The Broomielaw-Steam-George's Square-Monuments to Sir Walter Scott, Sir John Moore, and James Watt-Sketch of the Life of Watt-Glasgow University-Reminiscences-Brougham-Sir D. K. Sandford-Professor Nichol and others -High Kirk, or Glasgow Cathedral-Martyrdom of Jerome Russel and John Kennedy.

TAKING the steam-cars from Edinburgh, we ar- . rive at Glasgow, a distance of forty-four miles, in a couple of hours. As Edinburgh is the representative of Scottish literature and refinement, Glasgow is the representative of its commerce and manufactures. It is an immense city, and contains a prodigious number of inhabitants. At the period of the Union it had a population of only twelve thousand since which time it has doubled this number twelve or thirteen times, and now contains nearly three hundred thousand inhabitants. It owes this unprecedented increase to its trade, domestic and foreign, which is almost unparalleled in its extent. There is probably not a single inland town in Great Britain, with the exception of London, which can show such a shipping list.

Glasgow has ever been distinguished for its mechanical ingenuity, its industry and enterprise. Its situation doubtless is highly favorable, but without

an intelligent, ingenious and active population, it could never have reached such a height of prosperity.

But it is not our intention to visit this commercial city as tourists. There are enough such to describe her agreeable situation, and handsome public edifices, her long and elegant streets, her beautiful "green," and magnificent river. At present we shall not fatigue ourselves with visiting the Royal Exchange, the Royal Bank, the Tontine and the Assembly Rooms. Neither shall we trouble our readers to go with us through Queen street, St. Vincent street, Greenhill Place, or Woodside Crescent.

It might be worth while however, to look into some of those immense factories; from which rise innumerable huge chimnies, some of which overtop the steeples and towers of the churches, and reach far up into the heavens.* Thousands and thousands of spindles and power looms, with thousands and thousands of human hands and heads are moving there from morn to night, and from night to morn. What masses of complicated and beautiful machinery! What prodigious steam-engines, great hearts of power in the centres of little worlds, giving life energy and motion to the whole. Here is a single warehouse, as it is called, for the sale of manufactured goods, containing no less than two hundred clerks. What piles of silks and shawls, cottons and calicoes! The productions of Glasgow reach every part of the world. You will find them in India, China, and the United States, in the wilds of Africa

* One of these chimnies is said to be over 400 feet high.