My heart it said nay, for I looked for Jamie back,

But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wrack!
The ship it was a wrack-why didna Jennie dee ?
Or why do I live to say, "Wae's me?"

My father argued sair; my mother didna speak,

But she lookit in my face till my heart was like to break;
Sae they gied him my hand, though my heart was in the sea,
And Auld Robin Gray was gudeman to me.

I hadna been a wife a week but only four,
When sitting sae mournfully at the door,

I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I couldna think it he
Till he said, "I'm come back for to marry thee."

O sair did we greet, and muckle did we say;
We took but ae kiss, and we tore ourselves away;
I wish I were dead! but I'm no like to dee;

And why do I live to say,

I

"Wae's me?"

gang like a ghaist, and I care na to spin;

I daur na think on Jamie, for that wad be a sin;
But I'll do my best a gude wife to be,

For Auld Robin Gray is kind unto me.

Christian Mariner's Hymn.
LAUNCH thy bark, Mariner;
Christian, God speed thee!
Let loose the rudder-bands;
Good angels lead thee!
Set thy sails warily,
Tempest will come;
Steer thy course steadily;
Christian, steer home!

Lady Anne Barnard,

Look to the weather-bow,
Breakers are round thee;
Let fall the plummet now,
Shallows may ground thee.

Scenes from the Lights and Shadows of Scottish Life.

THE rite of baptism had not been performed for several months at the kirk of Lanark. It was now the hottest time of persecution; and the inhabitants of that parish found other places in which to worship God, and celebrate the ordinances of religion. It was the Sabbath day, and a small congregation, of about a hundred souls, had met for divine service in a place of worship more magnificent than any temple that human hands had ever built to Deity. Here, too, were three children about to be baptized. The congregation had not assembled at the toll of the bell; but each heart knew the hour and observed it; for there are a hundred sun-dials among the hills, woods, moors and fields, and the shepherds and the peasants see the hours passing by them in sunshine and shadow.

The church in which they were assembled was hewn by God's hand out of the eternal rocks. A river rolled its way through a mighty chasm of cliffs, several hundred feet high, of which one side presented enormous masses, and the other corresponding recesses, as if the great stone girdle had been rent by a convulsion. The channel was overspread with prodigious fragments of rocks or large loose stones, some of them smooth and bare, others containing soil and verdure in their rents and fissures, and here and there crowned with shrubs and trees.

The eye could at once command a long stretching vista, seemingly closed and shut up at both extremities, by the coalescing cliffs. This majestic reach of river contained pools, streams, rushing shelves, and waterfalls innumerable; and when the water was low, which it now was in the common drought, it was easy to walk up this scene with the calm blue sky overhead, an utter and sublime solitude.

On looking up, the soul was bowed down by the feeling of that prodigious heighth of unscalable and often overhanging cliffs. Winged creatures alone could inhabit this region. The fox and wild-cat chose more accessible haunts. Yet, here came the persecuted Christians, and worshiped God, whose hand hung over their heads those magnificent pillars and arches, scooped out those galleries from the solid rock, and laid at their feet the calm water in its transparent beauty, in which they could see themselves sitting in reflected groups, with their Bibles in their hands.

The rite of baptism was over, and the religious service of the day closed by a psalm. The mighty rocks hemmed in the holy sound, and sent it, in more compacted volume, clear, sweet, and strong, up to heaven. When the psalm ceased, an echo, like a spirit's voice, was heard dying away high up among the magnificent architecture of the cliffs, and once more might be noticed in the silence the reviving voice of the waterfall.

Just then a large stone fell from the top of the cliff into the pool, a loud voice was heard, and a plaid hung over on the point of a shepherd's staff. Their watchful sentinel had descried danger, and this was his warning. Forthwith the congregation rose. There were paths dangerous to unpracticed feet, along the ledges of the rocks, leading up to several caves and places of concealment. The more active and young assisted the elder, more especially the old pastor, and the women with infants; and many minutes had not elapsed till not a living creature was visible in the channel of the stream, but all of them hidden, or nearly so, in the clefts of the caverns.

The shepherd who had given the alarm had laid down again in his plaid instantly on the green sward upon the summit of these precipices. A party of soldiers were immediately upon him, and demanded what signals he had been making, and to whom; when one of them, looking over the edge of the cliff, exclaimed, "See, see! Humphrey, we have caught the whole tabernacle of the Lord in a net at last. There they are, praising God among the stones of the river Mouss. These are the Cartland Craigs. By my soul's salvation, a noble cathedral !" "Fling the lying sentinel over the cliffs. Here is a canting covenanter for you, deceiving honest soldiers on the very Sabbath day. Over with him, over with him; out of the gallery into the pit."

But the shepherd had vanished like a shadow; and, mixing with the tall green broom and bushes, was making his unseen way toward a wood. "Satan has saved his servant; but come, my lads, follow me; I know the way down into the bed of the stream-and the steps up to Wallace's Cave. They are called the 'Kittle Nine Stanes.' The hunt's up. We'll all be in at the death. Halloo, my boys, halloo !"

The soldiers dashed down a less precipitous part of the wooded bank, a little below the "craigs," and hurried up the channel. But when they reached the altar where the old gray-haired minister had been seen standing, and the rocks that had been covered with people, all were silent and solitary; not a creature to be seen. "Here is a Bible dropped by some of them," cried a soldier, and, with his foot, spun it away into the pool. "A bonnet, a bonnet," cried another; now for the pretty sanctified face that rolled its demure eyes below it."

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But after a few jests and oaths, the soldiers stood still, eying with a kind of mysterious dread the black and silent walls of the rock that hemmed them in, and hearing only the small voice of the stream that sent a profounder stillness through the heart of that majestic solitude. "Curse these cowardly covenanters—what if they tumble down upon our heads pieces of rock from their hidingplaces? Advance? or retreat?"

There was no reply. For a slight fear was upon every man; musket or bayonet could be of little use to men obliged to clamber up rocks, along slender paths, leading, they knew not where; and they were aware that armed men, now-a-days, worshiped Godmen of iron hearts, who feared not the glitter of the soldier's arms, neither barrel nor bayonet-men of long stride, firm step, and broad breast, who, on the open field, would have overthrown the marshalled line, and gone first and foremost, if a city had to be taken by storm.

As the soldiers were standing together irresolute, a noise came upon their ears like distant thunder, but even more appalling; and a slight current of air, as if propelled by it, passed whispering along the sweet-briars, and the broom, and the tresses of the birch trees. It came deepening, and rolling, and roaring on, and the very Cartland Craigs shook to their foundation, as if with an earthquake. "The Lord have mercy upon us-what is this?" And down fell many of the miserable wretches on their knees, and some on their faces, upon the sharp-pointed rocks. Now, it was like the sound of many myriads of chariots rolling on their iron axles down the stony channel of the torrent.

The old gray-haired minister issued from the mouth of Wallace's Cave, and said, with a loud voice, "The Lord God terrible reign