The man upon his weary back A coffin bore of rudest frame. Why, who art thou?" exclaimed the king; The labourer ne'er had seen the king, "Pray tell me, friend, what accident 'Twas hunger killed the poor good man, The man stopped short, and then went on, 64 It is, you know, a common thing; Our children's bread is eaten up MIRABEAU.1 Not oft has peopled earth sent up 1 A few of Sterling's minor lyrics, such as "Mirabeau," are eloquent, and, while defaced by conceits and prosaic expressions, show flashes of imagination which brighten the even twilight of a meditative poet.E. C. Stedman. Had been to many million hearts Come shattering down, and show beyond For he, while all men trembling peered And when his voice could rule no more, A myriad hands like shadows weak, France did not reck how fierce a storm The wondrous life that flowed so long To them at first the world appeared O! wasted strength! O! light and calm The mountain hears the torrent dash, Calls down the flash, as if its fires Alas!-yet wherefore mourn? The law And grind with slavish pangs the slave The lamp that, 'mid the sacred cell, No more I hear a nation's shout THOMAS BRYDSON. BORN 1806- DIED 1855. of expression. He was a frequent contributor to the London annuals, to the Republic of Letters, and to the Edinburgh Literary Journal. Henry G. Bell said of Brydson's second volume: Journal are too well acquainted to require a lengthened criticism or recommendation of his little volume at our hands. Here he is as we have ever found him-without any straining for effect--luxuriating in the beautiful and the grand of external nature-unceasingly finding REV. THOMAS BRYDSON, a minister of the Established Church of Scotland, and the author of several fine songs and sonnets, was born at Glasgow in 1806. On completing his studies at the universities of his native city and Edin-"With our friend Brydson the readers of the burgh, he became a licentiate of the Church. He acted successively as an assistant in the parishes of Greenock, Oban, and Kilmalcolm in Renfrewshire; and in 1839 was ordained minister of Levern Church, near Paisley. In 1842 he became parish minister of Kilmalcolm, where he remained until his death, Jan. 28, 1855. In 1829 a volume was published in Glasgow, entitled "Poems by Thomas Brydson," followed in 1831 by "Pictures of the Past," a collection of his poetical compositions, characterized by much sweetness and elegance - tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.' We know none whom we have more reason to esteem for independent and manly sentiment and reflection." THE FALLEN ROCK. No mortal hand, save mine, hath yet So steep that never hunter climbed To gaze across the wide expanse But yesterday the fleecy cloud I KENNA WHAT'S COME OWER HIM. I kenna what's come ower him, The blythe blink has left his e'c. Alang the burn and through the glen: His secret grief he winna tell I wish that he would smile again. There was a time-alake the day Ae word o' mine could mak' him glad; But noo, at every word I say, I think he only looks mair sad. The last time I gaed to the fair Wi' Willie o' the birken-cleugh, Like walkin' ghost he met us thereAnd sic a storm was on his broo! I'm wae to see the chiel sae glum, Sae dismal-like frae morn to e`en; Than sic a cast as this had come, I'd rather Willie ne'er ha'e seen. I kenna what's come ower him, He's no the lad he used to be: I kenna what's come ower him— The blythe blink has left his e'e. THE EARTHQUAKE. Her parents and her lover waved adieu From out the vine-clad cottage, and away The maiden pass'd, like sunbeam from the day, Into the ancient forest, to renew Her wonted task of gath'ring lowly flowers For the far city:-Innocent and young She wander'd, singing to the birds, that sung Amid the balmy foliage of the bowers. Eve fell at length-and to the well-known steep, That gave again her native vale to view, The maiden came.-Earth shook-and, bursting thro', She sees an ocean o'er that valley sweep.Ah, me!--she has, 'neath heaven's all-circling dome, No parent-and no lover-and no home! THE GIPSIES. It is the night-and ne'er from yonder skies, Did she look lovelier with her starry eyes; The music of the mountain-rill comes down, As if it came from heaven with peace to earth, And from yon ruin'd tower, where ages gone Have left their footsteps-hark! the voice of mirth: The gipsy wanderers, with their little band Of raven-tressèd boys and girls, are there; And when the song of that far-distant land, From whence they sprung, is wafted through the air, I dream of scenes where towers the mystic pile The Arab and his wastes-the rushings of the Nile! FALLING LEAVES. Down fall the leaves; and, o'er them as we tread, "Tis strange to think they were the buds of spring, Whose balm-breath met us on the zephyr's wing, When mirth and melody were round us spread, And skies in placid brightness overhead, And streams below with many a dimpled ring! "Tis strange to think, that when the bee did sing Her sunny song, on summer's flowery mead, They were the locks that waved on summer's brow! But stranger far, to think, that the white boncs RETROSPECTION. We look upon ourselves of other days, see Her phantom form, that flits as we pursue O'er the same scenes, where jocund once and free, And all unsought, she with our young thoughts grew! So, to the parting sailor, evermore She seems to linger on his native shore. A REMEMBERED SPOT. There is a spot in flowery beauty lying, I've seen the distant cities like a dream; Save by myself, the wild bird, and the bee, Sweet Shakspere, first, thy visions to my mind- ANDREW PARK. BORN 1807 - DIED 1863. trations by Mr. (now Sir) J. Noel Paton. In 1856 he visited Egypt and other eastern countries, and the following year published a narrative of his travels entitled Egypt and the East. Park's poems were originally published in twelve volumes, and the whole of his poetical works were again issued in 1854 by Bogue of London in one large volume. In one of his poems, entitled "Veritas," he gives a narrative of the principal events of his life up to the period of its publication in 1849. His songs were either humorous, sentimental, or patriotic: they possess both lyrical beauty and power, and have taken their position amongst the poetry of Scotland. Several of them have been set to music, and have enjoyed an unusual degree of popularity. Mr. Park died at Glasgow, Dec. 27, 1863. Before his death he expressed a wish to be interred in the Paisley Cemetery, where his friend James Fillans the sculptor had been buried. The poet's funeral took place on 2d January, 1864, and his bier was followed to the grave by two hundred mourners. His friends and admirers erected to his memory a handsome granite pe ANDREW PARK was a native of the town of Renfrew, where he was born, March 7, 1807. He was taught first at the parish school, and then finished his education at the University of Glasgow. In his fifteenth year he was employed in a commission warehouse in Paisley, and while a resident of that town he published a poem in sonnets entitled "The Vision of Mankind." When about twenty he removed to Glasgow, and became a salesman in a hat manufactory. After a time he began business on his own account, which not proving very successful he disposed of his stock and went to London. Previous to leaving Scotland he issued in 1834 another volume of poems entitled the "Bridegroom and the Bride," which was welcomed as a higher effort than his former production. His prospects in the metropolis not turning out so bright as he expected, he returned to Glasgow in 1841, and purchased the stock of Dugald Moore the poet, then recently dead, and became a bookseller. That new business being also unsuccessful, he soon abandoned it, and devoted his time to literary pursuits. In 1843 he published "Silent Love," his most successful literary work, as the pro-destal eight feet high, surmounted by a colossal duction of a James Wilson, a druggist in Paisley. A beautiful edition of this poem in small quarto was published in 1345, with illusVOL. II.-T bronze bust of the poet, which was inaugurated on 7th March, 1867, and handed over to the corporation of Paisley for preservation. |