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- road, even at the expense of the repose place of their Ancestors." You have of the dead, had been most exposed a surprising memory, Sir," said I, “ to to obloquy, and were, therefore, as he recollect all this so correctly; but now termed it, a little “ thin skinned” for your second method.” My seupon the subject. Not that they had cond plan,” added he, " is in fact that: stood singular in this business, nor for which the one I have mentioned that they were more to blame, if blame is only a substitution. It is the plain was at all attachable, than others; but common sense proceeding, upon which that being really and truly men of churches and manses are built, and " weak nerves,” and having discover- upheld; let it be in every case the ed their error in adopting this unhal- duty of those concerned with the supe lowed line of road when it was too late port of our religious establishment, to to prevent or remedy the evil, they protect the dead, as well as to find had become exceedingly superstitious, spiritual comfort and advice for the and were reported as living in a living, and the whole object is gained.”. constant apprehension of nocturnal “ But are there not many old Cathevisits from the dead. Several stories, drals and monastic Cemeteries," said I, he informed me, had got abroad upon "s which are not properly under the suthis subject, through the communica- perintendance of the Proprietors of the tiveness of their Wives,-but as these adjoining soil ;--but which having, at were so over-done and absurd as to the Reformation, escheated to the Exrender their truth extremely suspic chequer, are still considered as subjectcious, he forbore, very prudently, from ed to the royal protection?"-"In all mentioning them. In regard to the such cases,' interrupted my Mentor,' ground which had thus been cut up, who, in fact, became apparently a little I learned that, previous to the union impatient at my ignorance," wherever of that parish with the adjoining and the superiority' rests, whether in more extensive one of C****, it be- Town-council, Heritor, or Prince, uplonged to the parish-church of “ St on that. Proprietor' likewise rests the Michael ;" and that the ground had so ‘onus' of having the burial-ground long been in crop, and pasture, as to properly inclosed and protected. It efface every memorial (from the sur. is indeed more shameful than you are face at least) of its former appropria- probably aware of,” continued my new tion. “But is there no remedy,' said aequaintance, the light of indignation I," for this evil, for a most glaring and seeming to kindle in his eye, "the man. revolting evil it is ? Is there no method ner in which not only old and disused whereby the Land can be made to pro 'Cemeteries' are neglected, but even tect its own dead, and the pick-axe those which are appropriated to pre and shovel can be kept out of the graves sent use, are exposed to waste and diof our ancestors?" " Yes,” replied my lapidation. All over the country, and intelligent Informer, “there appears to in the kingdom of Fife in particular, me to be two ways, by which this object this is the case; and from the period may be accomplished, the one of these when the slaps in the kirk-yard dyke' methods you find very simply and feel. admit the Minister's cow, or his Visitingly stated in Gilbert Burns's letter or's poney, to that extreme advance to the editor of his Brother's works. of profanation, when the village herd

When my father,' says this most of swine are permitted and invited by judicious narrator, feued his little the attractions of the place, to take up property near Alloway Kirk, the wall their daily rendezvous, young and old, of the church-yard had gone to ruin, pig and dam, among the ' auld and cattle had free liberty of pastur- through stares, there is, not unfreing in it. My father, with two or three quently, a most supine and culpable inother neighbours, joined in an appli- attention and negligence, on the part cation to the Town-council of Ayr, of those by law concerned. Proviwho were superiors of the adjoining ded one small corner or two continue land, for liberty to rebuild it; and to be protected by a square enclosure, raised, by subscription, a sum for in- having a black door, ornamented with closing this ancient cemetery with a a suitable sprinkling of chalky-cowall. Hence,' adds he, my father loured and inverted tears, where the came to consider it as his burial-place, more-honoured and more-fortunate and we learned that reverence for it ashes of the principal Proprietors may people generally have for the burial- rest,--all goes on as it has gone, -and,

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with an occasional reflection it may Knox and a Melville preached, and a chance from some hardy and less- aroused and a manlý Nobility stood favoured parishioner, respecting the on that very Moor now immediately shamefulness of all this, matters pass under my view, firm and undismayed from father to son, from generation to in the cause of civil and religious generation, without any suitable re- freedom.” Hereupon, “my friend,“ – paration or amendment. I know,"con- for our intimacy, though strangers tinued my Instructor," a church-yard when we metốor, as we country folks at this moment, which is still the bu- are apt to word it, forgathered," — rial-ground of the parish, and through had gradually ripened into something the corner of which a mountain tor- very like friendship, proposed our rerent has forced its way. This breach, tiring to talk the subject over, more notwithstanding the instances in which at our leisure, upon a draught of even entire coffins have been swept what he termed - Macnab's bronz off by the flood, has never been, and stout.”. To which * proposal having is not at this hour, repaired. And acceded, and having, upon second there is a story current of an honest thoughts, added to the Porter a conteLabourer's mother, who, after having nient accompaniment of mutton-chaps been fairly—and as her son deemed, and rum-toddy, I spent one of the hapimmoveably fixed in the earth, in a piest evenings I have for some time season of continued rain, was found, enjoyed, in company and conversation upon his return home from thefuneral, with a man, who, after having lived: to have reached, by help of the torrent, bustling and an anxious, and somshis own door before him. Of nó what of a political life, amidst “ Towncountry that I know or have read of, councils” and “ county-meetings, nor of any other age or state of society, has now retired from this busy annos, however rude and uncivilized, can this ance to enjoy his friend, his glass, and disgraceful allegation, -" that they the inexhaustible resources of an acute shew disrespect to the ashes of their and a vigorous mind. At what hour Forefathers,” be made with so much we parted, and what additional time truth as of our own,-of reformed Pres- passed before I reached horne, are byterian Scotland in particular. One is questions of curiosity only, and of no almost disposed, upon taking a survey importance whatever. of this truly-melancholy subject, to Suffice it to observe, in conclusion, wish back again that “ hallowing and that although there existed no preriCatholic faith,” which, whilst it con ous arrangement, or connexion, or afsecrated the very ground in which the finity, betwixt the current of my medead reposed, by this means suffi- ditations and the little trivial occur. ciently guarded them from all viola. rences I have just circumstantially station or disturbance; or, at least, to ted, yet I could not help thinking to take shelter under the guardian wings myself on my way home, that a cunning of the younger, and more courtly sis. and ingenious reasoner might contrise, ter, “ Prelacy,” who, in this respect, is without any very extraordinary stretch little behind her elder relative.” “ To of generalization, to bring both subthis sentiment, (subjoined I) rising, jects under one rule, and might insti

. and looking around me, I can never, tute no very unnatural alliance benotwithstanding all my reverence for twixt the neglected and scattered bons the ashes of the dead, accede, whilst of dead men, and that vegetable deI inhabit a county where the happy vastation which November exhibits principles of Presbyterian reform were Adieu. Yours, &c. first promulgated, supported, and seal

NONDESIGNATUS. ed with blood ;-where a Mill, a Ha Nov. 23, 1821. milton, and á Wishart suffered, -a

You may talk of your Youngs and your Ambroses as you please. Whoever has had the good fortune to experience the comfort, civility, and accommodation which are to be had at “ Macnab's," will be apt to become a very testy and troublesome guest anywhere else.

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« Pictaviensis and Orderic say that he was buried on the beach ; most of the historians, that the body was given to his mother without ransom, and interred by her order at Waltham. A more romantic story is told by the author of the Waltham M.S. in the Cotton Library, Jul. D. 6, who wrote about a century afterwards. If we may believe him, two of the canons, Osgod Cnoppe, and Ailric, the Childe-maister, were sent to be spectators of the battle. They obtained from William, to whom they presented ten marks of gold, leave to search for the body of their benefactor. Unable to distinguish it amongst the heaps of slain, they sent for Harold's mistress, Editha, surnamed the fair,' and the “swan's neck.' By her his features were recognized.”-LINGARD'S History of England.

There, where yon stretch of yellow sand,
Sparkling beneath the glance of noon,
Bends gently inward on the land,

Like crescent of an eight-days' moon,-
So lovely is that fatal coast

Where England's liberty was lost.
Ah! woe is me, that ever there

The best of Saxon blood was shed,

That first the Norman foot should tread
Upon a spot so calm and fair.

There-midway, where the sunny shore

Shelves, smoothly, to the wavy blue,
The fishermen, in days of yore,

Would land, while yet the day was new;
And wives and maids greet their returning,
Blythe as the fresh wreath of the morning;
Though now degraded serfs, they wait,

The sullen youth and fearful maid,

Pale as those flowers that grow in shade,
Beneath their tyrant's gloomy gate.
Oh! Freedom, thou art worth the striving-

Where Slavery once hath drawn his mesh,

The very air cannot refresh;
The very day-beam not enliven.

Their golden skies may glow serenely,

Their scented groves may flourish greenly;
But the wreaths that would our brows emblossom,

The flowers that seem to meet our smile,

Disgust us when they most would wile
Like gems upon a harlot's bosom.
And all is silent, desert now,

Save that there is one noteless spot,

By some kind foot 'tis ne'er forgot,
Still
you may find it.

Wondrous how
The form that haunts that scene so fair,

Still leaves her simple traces there,
And still some sad device appears,

Which drooping wreaths seem to enclose,
As if that untired mourner's tears

Were ceaseless as the wave that flows.
For whether, in warm autumn's glow,

The waves seem languidly to fall,

That scarce their voice is heard at all,
The murmuring is so hush'd and low,

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And the clear ripple curls to break,

Soft as a tress on Beauty's ebeck, Or whether the roused billows roll

Before the blast their foam and spray,

And seem to course into the bay, Following, like racers to the goal ;

There, be it sun-shine, be it storm,

When the wild waters have receded,

Unknown, unheeding, and unheeded, Is seen to glide a slender form;

And you may trace her fragile hand,

And little foot-print on the sand;
And there she hath some viewless shrine,

And scatters many a flow'ry token,

And seems to shed, like one heart-broken, Tears, salter than the ocean-brine.

She brings each earliest bud, that hastes,

Blushing to hail the spring's return;
She brings the latest rose that wastes

Above the year's funereal urn;
And when the storm the ocean treads,
And the pale stars have hid their heads,
Trembling to hear the waters sweep,

And the hoar winter hath crawl'd forth

Slowly, from out his dreary north, She wanders there,-though but to weep. Where most the bruising foot hath trod,

There is the slender daisy seen,

And still a ring of deeper green
Marks where the lightning shakes the sod:-

Love, shrinking as thou seem'st to be,
What others fear emboldens thee,

And thy impress is seen alone,
(As flowers, entomb’d by earthquake shock,

Will leave faint limnings in the rock,} On hearts that fate hath chill'd to stone.

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They scoop'd his grave the ocean-brim,

There, on the green-flood's very verge,

That, every sun, the restless surge
Might sweep away all trace of him.

But yet, methinks, he'll better rest

Even in the changeful ocean's breast,
Than in yon field's sepulchral bed,

Where every day some armed heel,

That help'd to thrust down England's weal,
May stalk above his lowly head.
“ Yes-even the hireling priests are gone

To hymn the scornful Conqueror,

And leave their-loyal love--to her,
The worm—they would have trod upon.'
Though they have left me here alone,
And kneel before the Norman's throne,
I still can weep, and ask the waters

To see his tomb--and wait their leave
There's no one to revenge these slaughters,

But there's a heart still left to grieve.
“ It was an hour of agony.

E'en now I feel that inortal sick’ning,
Those fainting pangs of soul—to see
The corses gash'd, and life-blood thick’ning,

And still to be compell’d to trace

The lines of each distorted face
But oh! when I had fix'd mine eye

On his pale brow and raven hair,
And when they let me kiss them there,
What bliss it would have been to die !

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