The Poets and Poetry of Scotland from the Earliest to the Present Time, Comprising Characteristic Selections from the Works of T
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JANE ELLIOT. 233 JANE ELLIOT. BORN 1727 DIED 1805. Miss JANE or JEAN ELLIOT, the authoress ancient minstrels is so happily imitated, that " of the finest of the various versions of The it required the most positive evidence to cou- Flowers of the Forest," was the second daughter vince me that the song was of modern date." of Sir Gilbert Elliot, second baronet of Minto, Allan Cunningham preferred it to Mrs. Cock- and was born at Minto House in Teviotdale burn's version; but both are extremely beau- in the year 1727. During the rebellion of tiful, and in singing the latter is generally " 1745, when her father was forced to conceal preferred. The Forest" was the name given himself among Minto Crags from an enraged to a district which comprehends the county party of Jacobites, she received and entertained of Selkirk and a portion of Peeblesshire and the officers at Minto House, and, by her Clydesdale, and which was noted for its archers. extreme composure and presence of mind, These were almost to a man slain at the dis- averted the danger to which he was exposed. astrous battle of Flodden, and upon this event Miss Elliot had many admirers, but she never the song is founded. Cunningham writes: " married. From 1782 to 1804 she resided in The song of Miss Elliot was composed from Brown's Square, Edinburgh, and is said to the impulse of some ancient verses; and if have been the last lady in that city who, after there be such a thing as the transmigration of the era of the fly, kept standing in her hall a poetic soul, it has happened here. The most private sedan-chair. Miss Elliot stole back, acute antiquary could not, I think, single out, when nearly fourscore, to bonnie Teviotdale, except by chance, the ancient lines which are and died either at Minto House, or Mount woven into the song, the simulation is so per- Teviot the residence of her younger brother fect. The line with which it commences " ' Admiral Elliot, March 29th, 1805. I've heard the lilting at our yowe-milking,' The pathetic dirge for the stalwart sons is old, and so is the often recurring line which of Selkirkshire slain at Flodden Field, Miss presses on our hearts the desolation of the Elliot's only composition, was written in 1756, Forest. Now, admitting these lines to be old, and when first published it passed for an old can we say that the remainder of the song has ballad, ;md long remained anonymous. Burns not in every line, in language, and image, and was among the first to pronounce it a modern sentiment, the same antique hue, and spirit, production, saying, "This fine ballad is even and sound? The whole comes with a cry in a more palpable imitation than Hardyknute. our ears as from the survivors of Flodden are but the Field it is we owe litUe to The manners indeed old, language ; and when sung is of yesterday;" and Sir Walter Scott, who imagination when we associate it with the was among the first to bring it home to Jean desolation of the Forest, and hear in it the " Elliot's door, remarked: The manner of the ancient wail of its maids and matrons." THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST. I've he:ird the lilting at our yowe-milking, Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but sighing and sabbing, > a-lilting before the dawn o' day: Ilk ane lifts her leglcn, and hies her away. But now they are moaning in ilka green loaning In hairst, at the shearing, nae youths now are The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away. jeering, At buchts, in the morning, nae blytho lads are The bandsters are lyart, and runkled, and gray; scorning, At fair or at preaching nae wooing, nae fleeching The lasses are lonely, and dowie, and wae; The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away. 234 JAMES MACLAGGAN. At e'en, at the gloaming, nae swankies are roaming, The Flowers of the Forest, that foucht aye the 'Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play; foremost, But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie The prime o' our land, are cauld in the clay. The Flowers of the Forest are a* wede away. We hear nae mair lilting at our yowe-milking, Dule and wae for the order, sent our lads to the Women and bairns are heartless and wae; Border! Sighing and moaning on ilka green loaning The English, for ance, by guile wan the day; The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away. JAMES MACLAGGAN BORN 1728 DIED 1805. The Rev. JAMES MACLAGGIN was born in of military chaplain for twenty-five years, he the year 1728 at Ballechin, in the parish of was presented to the parish of Blair- Athulc, Logierait, Perthshire. He was educated at where he died in 1805. He published anony- the University of St. Andrews, and after being mously a collection of Gaelic songs; and during licensed as a preacher he was appointed to the his service with the regiment he composed a chapel-of-ease at Amulree (made a parish in number of war lyrics and poems, many of 1871), Perthshire, and subsequently to the which still remain in manuscript. He was a chaplaincy of the 42d Regiment, his commis- thorough Gaelic scholar, and recovered, while sion bearing date June 15, 1764. He accom- settled in the Highlands, from the recitation panied the regiment to the United States, and of various persons, large portions of the was present in several engagements during the poetry of Ossian prior to Macpherson's pub- war of 1776-82. After discharging the duties lications. SONG OF THE EOYAL HIGHLAND REGIMENT. For success a prayer, with a farewell, bear Oh, sons of the lion! your watch is the wild- To the warriors dear of the muir and the valley lands, The lads that convene in their plaiding of green, The garb of the Highlands is mingled with With the curtal coat, and the sweeping eil-e. blue, In their belts array'd, where the dark blue blade Though the target and bosses are bright in the Is hung, with the dirk at the side; Highlands, When the sword is at large, and uplifted the The axe in your hands might be blunted well, targe, too. forward and see be huntsmen Ha ! not a foe the boys will abide. Then ye true, And, as erst the red-deer felling, So fell the and so strike all The followers in peril of Ian the Earl, ye Gaul, ye tribes in the backwoods The race of the wight of hand; The dwelling. Sink the eyes of the foe, of the friend's mounts the glow, Where ocean is roaring, let top-sails be towering, When the Murdoch's high blood takes com- And sails to the motion of helm be flying; mand. Though high as the mountain, or smooth as the With Loudon to lead ye, the wise and the steady, fountain, The daring in fight and the glorious, Or fierce as the boiling floods angrily crying; tide with a stroke be the Like the lightning ye'll rush, with the sword's Though the assailing bright flash, rock, And return to your mountain victorious. Oh, once let the pibroch's wild signal be heard, WILLIAM FALCONER. 235 Then the waves will come bending in dimples "If the fondest ye of true lovers be," befriending, So cries each trembling beauty, And beckoning the friends of their country on "Be bold in the fight, and give transport's board. delight The ocean-tide's swelling, its fury is quelling, To your friends and the fair, by your duty." In salute of thunder proclaiming your due; "Oh, yes!" shall the beautiful hastily Ami, me thinks, that the hum of a welcome is come, "Oh, yes!" in a word, shall the valiant re-ply; And is warbling the Jorram to you. By our womanly faith we pledge you for both, For where'er we contract, and where'er we be- When your levy is landed, oh, bright as the pearls troth, Shall the strangers who welcome you, gladly We vow with the daring to die !" and greeting Speak beautiftil thoughts; aye, the beautiful girls Faithful to trust is the lion-like host From their eyes shall the tears o'er the ruby Whom the dawn of their youth doth inure be meeting, To hunger's worst ire, and to action's bold And encounter ye, praying, from the storm and fire, the slaying, And to ranging the wastes of the moor. "From the stranger, the enemy, save us, oh, Accustom'd so well to each enterprise snell, save! Be the chase or the warfare their quarry; From rapine and plunder, 0, tear us asunder, Aye ever they fight the best for the right, Our noble defenders are ever the brave !" To the strike of the swords when they hurry. WILLIAM FALCONER BORN 1732 DIED 1769. WILLIAM FALCONER, an ingenious poet, the front rank of Scottish poets. This was the " son of a poor barber who had two other chil- Shipwreck, in three cantos, by a Sailor, first dren, both of whom were deaf and dumb, was published by Millar in 1762, and dedicah .1 to born at Edinburgh, February 11, 1732. He Edward, duke of York, brother to George III. went early to sea as an apprentice on board a His epic was preceded by the following appro- Lei th merchant vessel and before he was ; priate motto: eighteen rose to the situation, of second mate "quae ipse miaerrima vidi, Et fui." in the Britannia, a vessel in the Levant trade, quorum para magna which was wrecked off Cape Colonna, in the The shipwreck which Falconer selected for Mediterranean, only Falconer and two others his theme was that in which he had been a being saved.