admonition of the old man, the young sailor complied, and gave the following song in a clear manly voice : THE SAILOR TO HIS BOAT. My Kate-my Kate-my bonnie, bonnie Kate! My Kate-my Kate-my bonnie, bonnie Kate! With thee I woo a merrier fate, On the glancing ocean tide. Away! away! with thy streamers gay, Ay, sweet Kate! now, with thy bending prow, And merrily on where the white curlew Say, Kate, shan't we weather the stormy gales, Think you they'll get us to turn our tails, My Kate-my Kate-my bonnie, bonnie Kate! I know thee better of old; Since first I chose thee for my mate, Thou hast been as the north wind bold. Then away! away! through our breezy Firth, In an hour we'll fetch Dunbar ; In every heave there is health and mirth- Plunge through-right through-my bonnie Kate! Pass proudly o'er the billows; Huzza! huzza! my Kate! well sail'd,- Thou never yet at his might hast quail'd, Ay! now let the landsman boast of his wife, Will she carry him through the squalls of life, I'll reef not an inch of thy canvass, Kate, Let they who fear to trust thee wait We'll out alone, for we know the way,. By St Andrew ! it is a sight to see As it gallops by right angrily; But we'll cheat the saucy knave! No prey art thou for him, sweet Kate, My Kate-my Kate-my bonnie, bonnie Kate ! Let the sky look dark as the frown of fate- Then away through the ocean's valleys green, Away, while the winds blow loud and keen, "Very well indeed!" exclaimed Charles, to the boatman; "you have not said a word more of the musical powers of your young friend than he deserves; I have really been much pleased." "Ah, sir," said the old boatman, “if ye like singing on the water, ye should hear it on one of our Highland lochs, hemmed round by mountains, inaccessible even to the light bounding step of the deer-hunter." "Are you from the Highlands, friend ?” 66 Ay, sir. I am a Macdonald of the Crimson Heath, and old and feckless as I now am, my foot has pressed the heather on Craig Gnanich, where I have chased the roe and the red-deer." "Is that a real Highlander ?" cried Mrs. Lennox. "I must go over and hear what he is saying." And much to the relief of Sir Pelham, the lady went and seated herself by her new friend. "Great changes have taken place in the Highlands," said Charles, meaning to compliment the old man. "Your countrymen are becoming quite polished and refined." "Ye may say that; there are sad changes come in amongst us. The Highlanders. now are but little better than so many Lowlanders." "That must be very distressing," replied Charles, with a good-natured smile. "But how came you to leave your country?" My chief," replied the old man, proud ly, "raised a regiment, and I, his fosterbrother, had a good right to go with him. He was wounded in the battle-field, and I carried him from it in my plaid; but vain was the help of man-he died in my arms. I had no heart to return to my country when its pride was laid low, more particu larly as his successor, though of his blood, wanted the liberal heart and hand of my chief. The base churl's first act was to turn out of their farms, because they could not give such rents as his greed demanded, a score of families, whose forbears had lived on the place for countless generations; but the curses of houseless old age, and the cries of wailing infants, drew down an awfu' punishment on him!" "What is that he is saying about four bears?" asked Mrs Lennox. "And pray, how was this unworthy chieftain punished ?" said Charles. "Ye see, sir, the chief's castle stood close on the edge of the loch; and the bonny |