indeed I did not know what might be done to me. I knew I could explain all the story of the ghost, but I dared not do it. From what had happened I was certain that it was he himself who had been in the club room, perhaps recollecting that it was the night of meeting. May I be forgiven for keeping it secret so long!—and if the poor gentleman's friends forgive me, I shall die in peace." Year Book.
For the Monthly Scrap Book.
When Wallace, the peerless, betray'd by false traitors
Must live the low vassal of England or die!
He went to the block with a smile on his feature,
And "Scotland forever!" exulting did cry.
When Scotia's proud barons, combin'd with Eliza,
Decoy'd the fair flower of Lochleven away;
Her wrongs she forgot, poor unfortunate Mary!
And "Scotland forever!" she sigh'd night and day.
When the diadem of Charles was lost at Culloden,
And with it, the hopes of his clansmen so true,
A tear dimm'd those wan cheeks, the green plaid was shrouding,
And "Scotland forever!" he bade thee adieu!
When gallant Sir Ralph beat Napoleon in Egypt,
And tarnish'd the vaunting Invincible's name,
As life ebb'd away, and while victory was sounding,
Oh! "Scotland forever!" he still did exclaim.
When Park amidst dangers unbounded was wand'ring,
The earth for his pillow—his covering the sky;
Ah! what led this martyr of science to glory?
'Twas "Scotland forever! his country's dear tie.
And what was the watchward of Britain triumphant,
When France's choice legions were forced far to fly?
When the Greys charged the heroes of Friedland and Jena,
'Twas "Scotland forever!" the shout and reply.
Let England exult in her gay blooming roses;
Let Ireland enraptur'd her shamrock entwine;
While Virtue resides in the lowlands of Scotland,
And valour sits crown'd on her mountains sublime.
