, meet him where you will, you see
At once that he is poor.

WORDSWORTH.

XII. VOLUNTEERING,

Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing,
Come from the glen of the buck and the roe;
Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing,
Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow:
Many a banner spread
Flutters above your head,
Many a crest that is famous in story;
Mount and make ready then,
Sons of the mountain glen,
Fight for the _King_, and our old Scottish glory.

SIR WALTER SCOTT'S _Monastery_.

XIII. THE CHINCOUGH PILGRIMAGE,

Man hath a weary pilgrimage
As through the world he wends:
On every stage from youth to age
Still discontent attends.
With heaviness he casts his eye
Upon the road before,
And still remembers with a sigh
The days that are no more.

SOUTHEY.

XIV. MY LORD'S RACES,

Aff they a' went galloping, galloping;
Legs and arms a' walloping, walloping;
De'il take the hindmost, quo' Duncan M'Calapin,
The Laird of Tillyben, Joe.

_Old Song_.

He went a little further,
And turn'd his head aside,
And just by Goodman Whitfield's gate,
Oh there the mare he spied.
He ask'd her how she did,
She stared him in the face,
Then down she laid her head again--
She was in wretched case.

_Old Poulter's Mo_.

XV. THE RETURN,

That sweet home is there delight,
And thither they repair
Communion with their own to hold!
Peaceful as, at the fall of night,
Two little lambkins gliding white
Return unto the gentle air,
That sleeps within the fold.
Or like two birds to their lonely nest,
Or wearied waves to their bay of rest,
Or fleecy clouds when their race is run,
That hang in their own beauty blest,
'Mid the calm that sanctifies the west
Around the setting sun.

WILSON.

XVI. THE BLOODY CARTRIDGE,

So stands the Thracian herdsman with his spear
Full in the gap, and hopes the hunted bear;
An