THE GREAT LAKE TROUT. 



tribes, even of our own country, will probably bring 

 to light several new species, and certainly more 

 clearly illustrate the history of others which may 

 be still regarded, in many points of their character, 

 as " children of the mist." 



Meanwhile let us solace ourselves with a song. 

 We shall choose a melancholy measure, one which 

 in bygone years was chaunted well in nights 

 Ambrosian, when old C. N. was in his prime. 

 " Ah ! wae's me," said the Ettrick Shepherd, 

 speaking of the Highlanders and their forsaken 

 homes, " pity on us ! was there a bonnier sight in 

 the warld, than to sail by yon green shores on a 

 braw summer's evening, and see the smoke rism" 1 

 frae the puir bodies 1 bit shielings, ilk ane wi"* its 

 peatstack, and its twa three donnered pines, or 

 saughs, or elms, sugh sughin 1 owre the thack in 

 the gloamin" 1 breeze?" 



CANADIAN BOAT-SONG. 



(FROM THE GAELIC.) 



Listen to me, as when ye heard our father 



Sing long ago the song of other shores ; 

 Listen to me, and then in chorus gather 



All your deep voices, as ye pull your oars. 



Fair these broad meads these hoary woods are grand ; 

 But we are exiles from our fathers' land. 



From the loan shieling of the misty island 

 Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas, 



Yet still the blood is strong the heart is Highland, 

 And we in dreams behold the Hebrides. 



Fair these broad meads these hoary woods are grand ; 

 But we are exiles from our fathers' land. 



