sense than the epicure's, it
is "_our own_." Let us, then, appreciate, exalt, and enjoy it. There are
good and glorious signs in our present, amid much that is of earth
earthy, and of self selfish. If man has become more isolated, more
rigidly defined, and has been stript of most of his old pictorial
haloes--he is also beginning to display a plain, honest, equal,
fraternal yearning and sympathy, man to man. Our hard material age shews
the buddings of a poetry of its own. Streams shall gush from the rock.
If there were, in the days of loyal Clanhood, joyousness, and generous
susceptibility, festive reliefs to labour, and reverence for greatness;
why should not this be so even more, under the influence of common
Brotherhood? "Charity never faileth!" Everything dies but charity and
joy. Even in the general conflagration, these will be exhaled from
earth, only to burst forth afresh in heaven--"a pure river of water of
life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God."

CONTENTS.

PAGE
FRANCIS BENNOCH, 1
Truth and honour, 7
Our ship, 8
Auld Peter Macgowan, 10
The flower of Keir, 11
Constancy, 12
My bonnie wee wifie, 13
The bonnie bird, 14
Come when the dawn, 15
Good-morrow, 16
Oh, wae's my life, 17
Hey, my bonnie wee lassie, 18
Bessie, 20
Courtship, 21
Together, 22
Florence Nightingale, 23

JOSEPH MACGREGOR, 25
Laddie, oh! leave me, 25
How blythely the pipe,