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The hare likes the brake and the braird on the lea;

But Lucy likes Jamie;-she turned and she lookit,

She thocht the dear place she wad never mair see.

Ah, weel may young Jamie gang dowie and cheerless!

And weel may he greet on the bank o' the burn!

For bonnie sweet Lucy, sae gentle and peerless,

Lies cauld in her grave, and will never

return!

UNKNOWN.

SUMMER DAYS.

IN summer, when the days were long, We walked together in the wood;

Our heart was light, ourstep was strong, Sweet flutterings were in our blood, In summer, when the days were long.

We strayed from morn till evening

came;

We gathered flowers, and wove us

crowns;

We walked mid poppies red as flame, Or sat upon the yellow downs;

And always wished our life the same.

In summer, when the days were long, We leaped the hedge-row, crossed the brook;

And still her voice flowed forth in song, Or else she read some graceful book, In summer, when the days were long.

And then we sat beneath the trees, With shadows lessening in the noon; And in the sunlight and the breeze We feasted, many a gorgeous June, While larks were singing o'er the leas.

We found a heaven in every spot; Saw angels, too, in all good men ; And dreamed of God in grove and grot.

In summer, when the days are long, Alone I wander, muse alone.

I see her not; but that old song Under the fragrant wind is blown,

In summer, when the days are long.

Alone I wander in the wood:
But one fair spirit hears my sighs;
And half I see, so glad and good,
The honest daylight of her eyes,

That charmed me under earlier skies.

In summer, when the days are long,

I love her as we loved of old.

My heart is light, my step is strong;

"Alas!" these pilgrims said, "For the living and the dead,

gold,

In summer, when the days are long.

For the wrecks of land and sea! But, however it came to thee, Thine, stranger, is life's last and heaviest loss."

There were who mourned their youth

With a most loving ruth,

ROBERT NICOLL.

[1814-1837.]

WE ARE BRETHREN A'.

A HAPPY bit hame this auld world would

be,

If men, when they 're here, could make shift to agree,

An' ilk said to his neighbor, in cottage an' ha', "Come, gi'e me your hand, -we are brethren a'.'

I ken na why ane wi' anither should fight, When to 'gree would make ae body cosie an' right,

When man meets wi' man, 't is the best way ava,

To say, "Gi'e me your hand, we are brethren a'.'

My coat is a coarse ane, an' yours may be fine,

green;

And one upon the west Turned an eye that would not rest, For far-off hills whereon its joys had

been.

drink wine;

deride;

Her

her home,

shrill cry coming through the
sparkling foam.

But when the light winds lie at rest,
And on the glassy, heaving sea
The black duck, with her glossy breast,
Sits swinging silently;

How beautiful! no ripples break the reach, And silvery waves go noiseless up the beach.

And inland rests the green, warm dell; The brook comes tinkling down its side;

From out the trees the Sabbath bell

Mingling its sound with bleatings of the Rings cheerful, far and wide,

That feed about the vale among the rocks. flocks,

Nor holy bell nor pastoral bleat

In former days within the vale; Flapped in the bay the pirate's sheet; Curses were on the gale;

Rich goods lay on the sand, and murdered

men;

Pirate and wrecker kept their revels then.

But calm, low voices, words of grace, Now slowly fall upon the ear;

A quiet look is in each face,

Subdued and holy fear:

Each motion gentle; all is kindly done;Come, listen, how from crime this isle

was won.

THE PIRATE.

TWELVE years are gone since Matthew
Lee

Held in this isle unquestioned sway;
A dark, low, brawny man was he;
His law,-"It is my way."
Beneath his thick-set brows a sharp light
broke

From small gray eyes; his laugh a triumph spoke.

Cruel of heart and strong of arm,

Loud in his sport and keen for spoil, He little recked of good or harm, Fierce both in mirth and toil; Yet like a dog could fawn, if need there

were;

Speak mildly, when he would, or look in

fear.