Our hoary Grampians smiling lift their heads,
And catch th' effulgence northward as it spreads!
-Behold the glorious æra!-now, no more
Shall Emigration desolate our shore;

No more Depopulation, worst of ills,

Its gloom shall compass round our isles and hills.
And when protected by specific laws,
Mild, and appropriate to the glorious cause,
Then, each content, his property secure,
Free'd from monopoly of gain full sure,
Will gladly diligence pursue, thus free,
In arts mechanic, toils by land and sea.
Around our lakes, along our winding vales,

(Our sea-arms studded o'er with countless sails),
Hamlets, and villages, and towns appear,

Busied in all the labours of the year:

Some tend their herds and flocks-some ply the loom,

Some turn the glebe,-the seaman some assume,
While some fair science, some the muses woo,
And some the arts of polish'd life pursue.
Enlighten'd more and more, their joys increase,
They feel the sweets of liberty and peace;
The culture of the mind they highly prize,
And well they know, as in proportion rise
pure and intellectual powers of mind,
So towers the happiness of human kind.

The

As talents, timely diligence, and skill
(When morals pure pervade the pliant will),
Surmount all obstacles, to gain regard,

And claim the tribute of a just reward ;
Press forward, countrymen!-the prize is yours,
United energy your aim secures.

A patriot-band in Britain still remain

Bent on the means strict justice to maintain.

The GENERAL GOOD promoted thus will stand
Firm as BRITANNIA's fertile sea-girt land;
While blest with Freedom, Competence, and Health,
Our Population, Industry, and Wealth,

As in the scale of nations we aspire,

Shall rouse the world to wonder and admire!
And, should the foe defy-then, undismay'd,
In hostile columns, burnish'd arms array'd,
Our future heroes, patriots all enroll'd,

Will leave the loom, the bark, the field, the fold,
To hurl just vengeance on our country's foes,
Conquer, or die!-a Briton's envied close!

END OF BOOK SIXTH.

NOTES.

NOTES,

EXPLANATORY AND HISTORICAL.

BOOK FIRST.

1

Spreads all the horrors of a living tomb.-P. 6. On entering the confines of the Grampian mountains, ON a stranger from the south is, at first sight, struck with the dreary aspect of every thing around him." There is the silence and solitude of inactive indigence and gloomy depopulation," as Johnson elegantly expresses it, that damps the emotions of wonder and admiration the sublimity of varied and magnificent prospects, are calculated to excite in the mind of a person, susceptive of the beauties of nature, on a grand scale. It may so happen, that the silence may be interrupted by a shrill whistle heard from a distance, immediately succeeded by the barking of a dog. On turning to whence those sounds proceed, the traveller discerns on the summit of a craggy eminence between him and the sky, a human figure bending over, whistling, and waving with his hand, to what on more minute observation he perceives to be a dog, obedient to his master's signals, urging with singu