Such thoughts were in the old man's | I loved a love once, fairest among women! mind, Closed are her doors on me now, I must not see her,

When he that eve looked down From Stanemore's side on Borrodale, And on the distant town.

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES.

I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,

In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days;

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have a friend, a kinder friend has no

man:

Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing,

Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies;

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood,

Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse,

Seeking to find the old familiar faces.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,

Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling?

Somight we talk of the old familiar faces,

How some they have died, and some they

have left me,

And some are taken from me; all are departed;

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

HESTER.

WHEN maidens such as Hester die,
Their place ye may not well supply,
Though ye among a thousand try,

With vain endeavor.

roam, —

Knock when you will, he's sure to be A springy motion in her gait,

at home.

A rising step, did indicate
Of pride and joy no common rate,
That flushed her spirit.

A month or more hath she been dead,
Yet cannot I by force be led
To think upon the wormy bed
And her together.

I know not by what name beside
I shall it call;-if 't was not pride,
It was a joy to that allied,
She did inherit.

Her parents held the Quaker rule,
Which doth the human feeling cool;
But she was trained in nature's school,
Nature had blessed her.

A waking eye, a prying mind,
A heart that stirs, is hard to bind;

A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind,
Ye could not Hester.

My sprightly neighbor, gone before
To that unknown and silent shore,
Shall we not meet, as heretofore,
Some summer morning,

When from thy cheerful eyes a ray
Hath struck a bliss upon the day,
A bliss that would not go away,
A sweet forewarning?

JAMES HOGG.

JAMES HOGG.

[1772-1835-]

WHEN MAGGY GANGS AWAY.

O, WHAT will a' the lads do
When Maggy gangs away?
O, what will a' the lads do
When Maggy gangs away?
There's no a heart in a' the glen
That disna dread the day;—
O, what will a' the lads do
When Maggy gangs away?"

Young Jock has ta'en the hill for 't,
A waefu' wight is he;

Poor Harry's ta'en the bed for 't,
An' laid him down to dee;
And Sandy's gane unto the kirk,
And learnin fast to pray;-
O, what will a' the lads do
When Maggy gangs away?

The young laird o' the Lang Shaw
Has drunk her health in wine;
The priest has said-in confidence-
The lassie was divine;

And that is mair in maiden's praise

an ony priest should say;But O, what will the lads do When Maggy gangs away?

The wailing in our green glen
That day will quaver high,

121

"Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you
been?

Lang hae we sought baith holt and den,
By linn, by ford, by greenwood tree,
Yet you are halesome and fair to see.
Where gat you that joup o' the lily sheen?
That bonny snood o' the birk sae green!
And these roses, the fairest that ever were
seen?

Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you
been?"

Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace,
But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face;

"T will draw the redbreast frae the wood, As still was her look, and as still was

The laverock frae the sky;
The fairies frae their beds o' dew
Will rise and join the lay,
An' hey! what a day 't will be
When Maggy gangs away?

her e'e,
As the stillness that lay on the emerant
lea,

Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless

sea.

The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane,
The reek o' the cot hung over the plain,
Like a little wee cloud in the world its
Jane;

When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme, Late, late in the gloamin' Kilmeny came hame!