"Our son is upon the hill, gudeman, And meikle I fear that ane, or baith, "O, dinna be fley't, mine auld gudewife, "And I dred it wad be a day o' dool 'Tis vengeance that cleadeth the lift wi' mirk, And bareth its red richt hand. "For a godless, graceless band are met, This day in Edinbruch toun; And a' to set up the thing we hate, "O, hear ye the thick spate fa', gudeman, "O, faither, is this the day o' doom, When the dead and the quick sall meet? "The muircock coured 'neath the heather cow, At the side o' the Corbie-craw; And they feared na him, and he feared na me, And ae dread possest us a'! "And the fire hung red frae my bonnet-rim, And I thocht wi' mysel', as a prayer I said, The burns rin wild and roarin' rude, And, mither, when up in the spretty clench, The mirkness fell down sae thick, I thocht My sicht had stown away. "And the laverock that sang i' the lift at morn, Cam sklentin' doun wi' the rain, And I've keepit the wee thing in my breast To shelter its heart frae pain!" ""Tis a day o' wrath and strife, my bairns For the King's black bands o' Prelacy "O, sit ye doun, my children baith, And Willie sall read the blessed buik, And Mary sall sing the psaulm. "And we'll a' kneel doun by the braid hearth-stane, That the God o' grace may defend the richt, And banish our fears away!" THE MARTYRS OF CORSEGELLIOCH. [In the summer of 1685 three covenanters were shot on this lone mountain, which lies about four miles south of Cumnock. A small memorial stone long marked the spot, but in 1827 a handsome monument was erected in its stead. In cutting the foundation for it, the bodies of the three butchered men were found in the moss, lying in their hosen and their plaids, just as they fell; and although 142 years had passed away since then, neither the bodies nor the clothing were in the least degree decayed. One of them had fine locks of auburn hair, a portion of which, with shreds of their clothing, are still preserved. On lone Corsegellioch height I stood, Wild was the scene, and bleak withal, How sad 'twere thus to spend the night, Yet as my homeward course I plied, By pious hands erected, Marking a spot, bleak, wild and rude, And 'neath that stone,-oh, sad to tell! Shot down by hands unsparing- Long had the spot unmarked remained, Whilst crowns and sceptres, lost and won, At length, slight tribute to their fame! Records their mournful story; For Christ's dear sake, they left their all, But strong in faith of Jesus slain, A relic, shown with miser care, Was kept by those the stone that reared, When, as if yesterday interred, Ah, who can tell what hearts were wrung Were drown'd in tears for him that owned THE PANG O' LOVE. The pang o' love is ill to dree- When first I saw the wicked thing, An' hey me! how me! Hech wow! the biding o't! When friends had a' done what they dought, And how I'd stri'en at hiding o't, DINNA GREET FOR ME. O gently, gently raise me up on this sad bed, my spouse, And dead men's banes a' glimmer'd white beneath the pale moonshine. It was a sad ungratefu' dream-for, oh! your kindly e'e Has mair than warld's wealth in its look-ye maunna greet for me! We'll meet within a happier land that opens to my view; But "The Father of the fatherless" maun fend for her and To doubt wad be a sin, my Jean -sae dinna greet for me! REV. ROBERT E. MURRAY S the younger brother of the subject of the prelife was very much that of the elder. They studied together at the same seminaries of learning, and in the summer months they read the Greek and Roman poets together, and likewise luxuriated in the enticing fields of modern literature. While we know that at college the name of James was always to be found in the prize list, Robert, though too modest to say anything on this matter as regards himself, was nevertheless a favourite student of the late Dr Chalmers. As we have already stated, Robert was ordained minister of the parish of New Cumnock at the Disruption, and here he still continues to labour for the good of his people. Although he has long cultivated literature, yet he has never allowed his love for and his pursuit of it to interfere with the higher interests of his flock. Besides occasionally contributing to the periodicals, Mr Murray, in 1871, published "The Day-Spring from on High, and other Poems;" and, more recently, he has brought out "The Scriptural Doctrine of Repentance unto Life," a series of twelve superior sermons. Both volumes were received with high favour, and a second edition of "The Day-Spring from on High,' with several poems added, is passing through the press at the time we write. The Day-Spring from on High" is a lengthy poem showing the dealings of the Creator with mankind down through the ages, proving a Divine revelation, and vindicating the ways of God to man. Written in the octosyllabic measure, which is managed with graceful ease, and a fine melodious ring, the reasoning is conducted with great power, notwithstanding |