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But most of all, his Mother dear,
She who had fainted with her fear,
Rejoiced when waking she espies
The Child; when she can trust her eyes,
And touches the blind Boy.

She led him home, and wept amain,
When he was in the house again :
Tears flowed in torrents from her eyes;
She kissed him -- how could she chastise?
She was too happy far.

Thus, after he had fondly braved
The perilous Deep, the Boy was saved;
And, though his fancies had been wild,
Yet he was pleased and reconciled
To live in peace on shore.

And in the lonely Highland Dell
Still do they keep the Turtle Shell ;
And long the Story will repeat
Of the blind Boy's adventurous feat,
And how he was preserved.

Note. It is recorded in Dampier's Voyages, that a boy, the Son of a Captain of a Man of War, seated himself in a Turtle Shell, and floated in it from the shore to his Father's ship, which lay at anchor at the distance of half a mile. In deference to the opinion of a Friend, I have substituted such a shell for the less elegant Vessel in which my Blind Voyager did actually entrust himself to the dangerous current of Loch Leven, as was related to me by an eye-witness.

MEMORIALS

OF

A TOUR IN SCOTLAND, 1814.

I.

SUGGESTED BY A BEAUTIFUL RUIN UPON ONE OF THE ISLANDS OF LOCH LOMOND, A PLACE CHOSEN FOR THE RETREAT OF A SOLITARY INDIVIDUAL, FROM WHOM THIS HABITATION ACQUIRED THE NAME OF

THE BROWNIE'S CELL.

To barren heath, and quaking fen,
Or depth of labyrinthine glen ;
Or into trackless forest set

With trees, whose lofty umbrage met;
World-wearied Men withdrew of yore,
(Penance their trust, and Prayer their store ;)
And in the wilderness were bound
To such apartments as they found;
Or with a new ambition raised;
That God might suitably be praised.

High lodged the Warrior, like a bird of prey;
Or where broad waters round him lay :
But this wild Ruin is no ghost
Of his devices buried, lost!
Within this little lonely Isle
There stood a consecrated Pile;
Where tapers burned, and mass was sung,
For them whose timid Spirits clung
To mortal succour, though the tomb
Had fixed, for ever fixed, their doom!

Upon those servants of another world
When madding Power her bolts had hurled,
Their habitation shook; - it fell,

And perished

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save one narrow Cell;
Whither, at length, a Wretch retired
Who neither grovelled nor aspired:
He, struggling in the net of pride,
The future scorned, the past defied;
Still tempering, from the unguilty forge
Of vain conceit, an iron scourge !

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Proud Remnant was he of a fearless Race,
Who stood and flourished face to face
With their perennial hills ; - but Crime,
Hastening the stern decrees of Time,
Brought low a Power, which from its home
Burst, when repose grew wearisome;
And, taking impulse from the sword,
And, mocking its own plighted word,
Had found, in ravage widely dealt,
Its warfare's bourn, its travel's belt!.

All, all were dispossessed, save him whose smile
Shot lightning through this lonely Isle !
No right had he but what he made
To this small spot, his leafy shade;
But the ground lay within that ring
To which he only dared to cling ;
Renouncing here, as worse than dead,
The craven few who bowed the head
Beneath the change, who heard a claim
How loud! yet lived in peace with shame.

From year to year this shaggy Mortal went
(So seemed it) down a strange descent:
Till they, who saw his outward frame,
Fixed on him an unhallowed name;
Him-free from all malicious taint,
And guiding, like the Patmos Saint,
A pen unwearied
to indite,

In his lone Isle, the dreams of night;
Impassioned dreams, that strove to span

The faded glories of his Clan!

Suns that through blood their western harbour sought,
And stars that in their courses fought, -

Towers rent, winds combating with woods-
Lands deluged by unbridled floods,
And beast and bird that from the spell
Of sleep took import terrible,

These types mysterious (if the show
Of battle and the routed foe
Had failed) would furnish an array
Of matter for the dawning day!

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