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THE HIGHLAND SHEARER.*

Fu' yellow lie the corn-rigs
Far doun the braid hill-side;
It is the bonniest har'st-field
Alang the shores o' Clyde.
An' I'm a puir har'st lassie,

Wha stand the lee-lang day,
Shearin' the corn-rigs o' Ardbeg
Aboon sweet Rothsay Bay.

Oh, I had ance a true-love,
Now I hae nane ava;
An' I had three braw brithers,

But I hae tint them a'.

My father and my mither
Lie i' the mools this day;
I sit my lane amang the rigs
Aboon sweet Rothsay Bay.

It's a bonnie bay at mornin',
An' bonnier i' the noon;
But it's bonniest when the sun draps
An' red comes up the moon;

*Reaper is called "Shearer in Scotland.

When the mist creeps ower the Cumbrays,
An' Arran peaks are grey,

And the great black hills, like sleepin' kings,
Sit grand roun' Rothsay Bay.

Then a wee sigh stirs my bosom,
An' a wee tear blinds my e'e,
As I think o' that far Countrie
Whar I wad like to be;

But I rise content i' the mornin'
To work, while work I may,
I' the bonnie har'st-fields o' Ardbeg
Aboon sweet Rothsay Bay.

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RECOLLECTIONS OF ITALY:

A ROMAN WEDDING AMONGST THE LOWER ORDERS.

FROM AN UNPUBLISHED WORK.

BY THE CHEVALIER DE CHATELAIN.

I HAD promised Signorina Felicia to sit down to her table and taste of one of the 135,000 eggs that had been laid on Good Friday; but "man proposes and God disposes ;" and I was obliged to request Signorina Felicia to excuse my availing myself of her polite invitation. My motives arose from the following cause.

In one of my excursions during the first days of October, being somewhat fatigued, I had entered a shabby little osteria to refresh myself. Several Roman eminenti, seated on the same bench as myself, began to show symptoms of impatience at the endless length of time the waiter was keeping them without the wine he was gone to fetch. I bethought myself to offer them the use of my bottle in the meantime, which they accepted without further ceremony. From that moment, notwithstanding my foreign accent, we were all hail-fellow-well-met.

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Signor Francese," said the gayest of the set, when I was about to retire, "I have a daughter, aged fifteen, who is going to be married in a few months: will you do me the favour to promise that you will be present at her wedding?"

Seeing me hesitate, he added:

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