FIELD FLOWERS. BY THOMAS CAMPBELL. YE field flowers! the gardens eclipse ye, 'tis true, For ye waft me to summers of old, When the earth teemed around me with fairy delight, And when daisies and buttercups gladdened my sight, Like treasures of silver and gold. I love you for lulling me back into dreams Of the blue Highland mountain and echoing streams, And of broken glades breathing their balm, While the deer were seen dancing in sunshine remote, And the deep mellow crush of the wood-pigeon's note Made music that sweetened the calm. Not a pastoral song has a pleasanter tune Than ye speak to my heart, little wildings of June: Of old ruinous castles ye tell, Where I thought it delightful your beauties to find, E'en now what affections the violet awakes; What landscapes I read in the primrose's looks, Earth's cultureless buds, to my heart ye were dear, Had scathed my existence's bloom, Once I welcome you more, in life's passionless stage, With the visions of youth to revisit my age, And I wish you to grow on my tomb. FRIENDSHIP. Friendship! too oft thou'rt but a name; Too oft I've found thee so, When sad misfortune bow'd my frame, Thy aid thou didst forego. I've found thee fickle, insincere, Oft hast thou forced the briny tear, No more thy syren voice I'll hear, No more to thee direct my prayer, No more, false friend, I'll seek thy aidNo more by thee I'll be betrayed. ENIGMA. Come now, my muse, extend thy aid, While verdure crowns both hill and mead, O'er hills and plains behold me fly, O'er continent and ocean, While clouds appear in yon bright sky, There's not a creature on this ball, On rich on poor, on great on small, Where'er you roam, or ride or walk, With one hint more I'll close my lay, I point to man the time of day, When glorious Sol doth shine. SIR WALTER SCOTT. Sir Walter Scott used to repeat the following striking lines, as an ancient inscription found at Melrose Abbey: "The earth goeth on the earth, glistening in gold; The earth goes to the earth sooner than it wold; The earth builds on the earth castles and towers; The earth says to the earth-" All shall be ours!" THE PARTED. Though nothing can be more honourable than opulence acquired by industry, it often happens in a large manufacturing town, that individuals spring from a penurious origin to the possession of enormous wealth, without acquiring those generous habits of thinking and feeling with alone can render affluence respectable. Pinched and scorned in their early days, they contract a notion that the opposite of all evil is in the mere exemption from poverty, that all men who do not make money are either imbecile or dissolute, and that they are in no danger of offending against any of the rules of life, if they only keep their goll from waste. Old James Bisset was a person of this kind, who flourished a considerable number of years ago in Glasgow a city which, though containing many men who have alike gained fortunes by honourable means, and enjoyed them in a creditable nanner, must necessarily |