THE GATHERING OF THE CLANS.

THIS Jacobite ballad is likewise harmonized by Bishop, in the Select Melodies, but was originally composed to the popular Irish air, "St Patrick's Day in the Morning."

THERE'S news come ower the Highlands yestreen
Will soon gar bonnets an' broadswords keen,
An' philabegs short an' tartans green,

Shine over the shore in the morning.

He comes, he comes, our spirits to cheer,
To cherish the land he holds so dear,

To banish the reaver,

The base deceiver,

And raise the fame of the clans for ever:

Our Prince's array

Is in Moidart bay,

Come, raise the clamour

Of bagpipes' yamour,

And join our loved Prince in the morning.

Come, brave Lochiel, the honour be thine, The first in loyal array to shine;

If bold Clan-Ranald and thee combine,

Then who dares remain in the morning? Glengarry will stand with arm of steel, And Keppoch is blood from head to heel; The Whiggers o' Sky may gang to the deil, When Connal and Donald,

And gallant Clan-Ranald,

Are all in array,

And hasting away

To welcome their Prince in the morning.

The Appin will come while coming is good, The stern M'Intosh is of trusty blood,

M'Kenzie and Fraser

Will come at their leisure,

The Whiggers of Sutherland scorning;

The Atholmen keen as fire from steel,

M'Pherson for Charlie will battle the deil,

The hardy Clan-Donnoch

Is up in the Rannoch,

Unawed by the pride of haughty Argyle,

And lordly Drummond

Is belted, and coming

To join his loved Prince in the morning.

Come all that are true men, steel to the bane, Come all that reflect on the days that are gane, Come all that hae breeks and all that hae nane, And all that are bred unto sorning

Come Moidart and Moy, M'Gun and M'Craw, M'Dugalds, M'Donalds, M'Devils, an' a',

M'Duffs an' M' Dumpies,

M'Leods an' M'Lumpies,

With claymores gleaming,

And standards streaming,
Come, swift as the roe,

For weel or for woe,

That Whigs in their error

May quake for terror,

To see our array in the morning.

I HAE NAEBODY NOW

WAS published lately in Fraser's Magazine, and received with higher encomiums than it deserved. It was written in the character of a disconsolate parent, whose desolate condition I witnessed; but, Heaven be thanked, as yet having no relation to any breach in my own family. Many of my warm and sincere friends were alarmed at seeing it, and condoled with me; but to such I answer, as I have done already, that if such poetical licenses were not allowable, what a limited hold the bard would occupy!-This song has been set to music both in Scotland and England. It is said that a Mr Ebsworth, an accomplished musician in Edinburgh, has set it beautifully.

I HAE naebody now, I hae naebody now

To meet me upon the green,

Wi' light locks waving o'er her brow,

An' joy in her deep blue een;

Wi' the raptured kiss an' the happy smile,
An' the dance o' the lightsome fay,

An' the wee bit tale o' news the while

That had happen'd when I was away.