now hare when the heigt choose but turn away from cold and poetry suited to its mood, and p "Twas in that season of the year, And he who sang of Stanley with its snow-mantı the "braes of Gleniffer"-And he, the nameless bar breathes around the precincts of Bothwell Castle. The. the true historians of the scenes which they celebrate. V men tell us may leave the memory or lie dormant within it. language can never be forgotten. The song associated witl well Castle is one of our oldest and most pathetic. Towards th of the sixteenth century it had become familiar and delightfu Scottish ears, as the following romantic incident of that period w. show. the purpose of using his money, or of getting money to use, (most probably the latter,) chanced, greatly to his wonderment, one sultry afternoon, as he rode along the way under shelter of the palm trees, which extended their boughs on either side, to hear a female voice singing plaintively this lay of his own distant land— On the blythe Beltane, as I went I heard a damsel speak her wae. Oh Bothwell Bank, thou bloomest fair, But he left me ae dreary day, It may well be conceived with what overwhelming emotions the traveller heard this beautiful ballad of his native country sung on a lonely spot, in a "far foreign land;" but presently, while the joy of grief was at smiles and tears upon his face, a goodly dwelling disclosed itself some little distance apart among the green fields, where by the door stood a fair lady with a child in her arms and our traveller became aware that it was she who had enchanted him with the sweet ditty of Bothwell Castle. A native of those banks celebrated in the song, she had in her youth gone to Palestine in company with some of the fair and noble of Scotland. But by one or more of those numerous accidents to which travellers were in those days, and still in some degree are, subject, she was separated from her companions, and would have found herself helpless in a foreign land, had it not been her good fortune to fall in with a rich Turkish gentleman, who, attracted by her beauty, and moved by her destitute situation, became first her benefactor, and eventually her husband. To meet with a countryman under present circumstances was to her no less grateful than had been her Doric ditty to the ears of the traveller. She welcomed him home, and in the end proved of much service to him, through the influence of her husband-"an advantage," says Robert Chambers, who records the anecdote, "which the traveller could never have enjoyed had not Bothwell Bank bloomed fair to a poet's eye, and been the scene of some passion not less tender than unfortunate." Z. TO THE DEPARTED. THOU Comest only in the night, from the airy hall of dreams, Dark, though the light of sunny day upon my path be glowing- To gaze with me on the flowery earth, or the glory of the sky! Alone I climb the mountain height, or pierce the solemn wood, |