leeing awa helter-skelter, leaving
everything behind them.

_Sir Alex_.--What! they fly too!--thank Heaven! thank Heaven!
My cup of joy o'erflows, and floods my heart
More than my griefs!

_Richard_.--'Tis true, my father--
To this, our unknown saviour, do we owe
Our life and yours!--'twas he, too, seized the torch,
And bid the bonfire blaze to Scotland's freedom.

_Sir Alex_.--Forgive me, reverend stranger, if that I,
In the delirium of a parent's joy,
O'erlooked the hand that saved me:
Kneel, my sons,
And with your father, at this stranger's feet,
Pour out your thanks, and beg his blessing also.

_[They kneel around the supposed friar, who casts off the
disguise, and is discovered to be their mother_.

_Lady Seton_.--A _mother_, in her children's cause, fears nothing,
And needs not _thanks_--
A _woman_, in her _country's cause_,
Can dare what man dare! [_They start up._

_Sir Alex_.--What! my Matilda!

_Richard_.--My mother!

_Henry_.--Ha! my mother!

_Lady Seton_.--Joy, joy, my sons; your mother's done her duty!
And joy, my husband, we have saved our _honour_.

_Sir Alex_.--Matilda, thou hast ta'en my heart anew,
And with it, too, my words!

_Provost Ramsay_.--The like o' this! I may weel say, what,
in the universal globe, tempted me to be a bachelor!
[_Exeunt._

XXV.

FAREWELL TO A PLACE ON THE BORDERS.

Lochmaben! I from thee must part,
'Tis destined so to be;
Thy lovely lochs, dear to my heart,
I never more may see.

The heaven of May is mirror'd clear
Within thy waters deep;
So shall my soul with loving care
Thine image ever keep.

I've seen Edina's rocky walls,
Her palaces and bowers;
I've gazed on London's lofty halls,
And monumental towers.

In yon green isle towards the west,
I've roamed without control;
And many a wild, romantic coast
Has charm'd my inmost soul.

But aye to me the sunniest rays
Have thrown their sweetest gleams
Where Bruce was born, and summer days
Inspired my youthful dreams.

The water lilies there shall rest,
And minnows round them play;
The coot shall build her floating nest,
When I am far away.

But ah! no more thy streams and glens
Shall bless my sight, Lochmaben;
Farewell, farewell, lochs, woods, and fens--
Farewell, farewell, Lochmaben!

GLOSSARY AND GENERAL INDEX.

GLOSSARY.

--A--

A', _adj._ all.

ABAK, _adv._ behind.

ABASIT, _part. pa._ confounded; abashed.

ABBACY, _s._ an