3o8 Four-in-Hand in Britain, 



What says Annie's song ? 



" I can calmly gaze o'er the flowery lea, 

 I can tentless muse o'er the summer sea ; 

 But a nameless rapture my bosom fills 

 As I gaze on the face of the heather hill." 



Aye, Annie, the " nameless rapture " swells in the 

 bosom of every Scotchman worthy of the name, when 

 he treads the heather. 



Andrew M.'s prize song, " The Emigrant's Lament, 

 has the power of a flower to symbolize the things that 

 tug hardest at the heart-strings very strongly drawn 

 By the way, let it here be recorded, this is a Dunfermline 

 song, written by Mr. Gilfillan — three cheers for Dun- 

 fermline ! (that always brings the thunder, aye, and 

 something of the lightning too). The Scotchman who 

 left the land where his forefathers sleep sings : 



" The palm-tree waveth high, and fair the myrtle springs, 

 And to the Indian maid the bulbul sweetly sings ; 

 But I dinna see the broom wi' its tassels on the lea, 

 Nor hear the linties sang o' my ain countrie." 



There it is, neither palm-tree nor myrtle, poinsetta 

 nor Victoria Regia, nor all that luscious nature has to 

 boast in the dazzling lands of the south, all put together, 

 will ever make good to that woe-begone, desolate, 

 charred heart the lack of that wee yellow bush o' broom 

 — never ! Nor will all " the drowsy syrups of the East," 

 quiet the ache of that sad breast which carries within it 



