LINES TRANSLATED FROM ANTHONY DESGHAMPS

by Sir Tollemache Sirwlair.

Alas 1 though now I've scarce arrived at man's full age. All joy is torpid now for my life's not been sage. ' And I who thought myself made of some diff rent clay Formed, vivified by some strong essence every day. Like animals I must still live only to eat. No brute would change his fate for mine that is so fleet For it to nourish has its young at its abode, And I've myself alone to feed on life's sad road. Ah', me! when 'neath your woollen robe now and again Thou com'st, oh! woman, like the sadden'd Magdalen, Thy sins deploring and with thy heart alarmed, Thyself accusing that thou wert too much charmed, It is not for that fault that one mourns for all time. But to have loved no woman, ah! that's the great crime. That Error's mine and 'tis for that alone I see That I am sad and all delight has now left me. When I view two lovers young, it affects my breath, My tears in torrents flow, and I then long for death !

by Lady John Scott (whom I personally knew). Ah! murmuring waters! the sounds of the moorland I hear, The scream of the eagle and heron, the call of the deer, The rustUng of heath and fern, the sound of grass on the lea, The sigh of the wind from the sea — hast thou no sigh for me ! Lady John Scott wote the celebrated song Annie Laurie of which this is one verse. The music set to this song is beautiful. This song is in broad Scotch.

ANNIE LAURIE Like dew on the gowan lying Is the fa' o her fairy feet, And like winds in summer sighing Her voice is low and sweet.

Ah! she's a' the world to me, And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doon and dee.

MAN COMPARED TO A TOBACCO PIPE (anonymous.)

Of lordly men how humbling is the type, A fleeting shadow, a tobacco pipe.

LARUKS ET SOURIRES 489

His mind the fire, his frame the tube of clay, His breath the smoke so idly puffed away, His food the herb that fills the hollow bowl, Death is the stopper, ashes end the whole.