No. I. BOTHWELL'S BONNY JANE. ORIGINAL.- -M. G. LEWIS. Bothwell Castle is beautifully situated upon the Clyde, and fronts the ruins of Blantyre Priory. The estate of Bothwell has long been, and continues to be, in the possession of the Douglas family. LOUD roars the north round Bothwell's hall, But ftreams of tears ftill fafter fall Hark! hark!--I hear, with mournful yell, From thy fair breaft, oh! bonny Jane! "Tap!-tap!"—who knocks?—the door unfolds; His air is mild, his ftep is flow, His hands across his breaft are laid, And foft he fighs, while bending low, -"St. Bothan * guard thee, gentle maid!" To meet the friar the damfel ran; She kifs'd his hand, fhe clafp'd his knee. "What mean these piteous cries, daughter? "Why fwim in tears thine eyes, daughter?. -Oh! father, father! know, my fire, Though long I knelt, and wept, and figh'd, • Hath fworn, ere twice ten days expire, • His Jane shall be Lord Malcolm's bride !'— "Lord Malcolm is rich and great, daughter,"And comes of an high degree; "He's fit to be thy mate, daughter, "So, Benedicite!" The patron Saint of Bothwell. 'Oh! -Oh! father, father! fay not fo! Though rich his halls, though fair his bowers,'There ftands an hut, where Tweed doth flow, I prize beyond Lord Malcolm's towers: There dwells a youth where Tweed doth glide, 'On whom nor rank, nor fortune fmiles ; 'I'd rather be that peafant's bride, 'Than reign o'er all Lord Malcolm's ifles.' -"But should you flee away, daughter, -Oh! he might frown and he might fume, เ And Malcolm's heart might grieve and pine, So Edgar's hut for me had room, 'And Edgar's lips were prefs'd to mine!' "If at the castle gate, daughter, "At night, thy love fo true "Should with a courfer wait, daughter, "What, daughter, would'ft thou do?". ... With noiseless step the ftairs I'd prefs, Unclofe the gate, and mount with glee, And ever, as on I fped, would bless 'The abbot of Blantyre Prio-rie "——— "Then, daughter, dry thofe eyes fo bright,, "I'll hafte where flows Tweed's filver ftream; "And when thou fee'ft, at dead of night, 66 A lamp in Blantyre's chapel gleam, "With noifelefs ftep the staircase prefs, Then forth the friar he bent his way, How joy'd the when eve's fhadows came, Does there in Blantyre fhine a flame?• Ah no!-the moon deceived mine eye !' Again the fhades of evening lour; But when arriv'd All-hallow-E'en,* What time the night and morn divide, * On this night witches, devils, &c. are thought, by the Scotch, to be abroad on their baneful errands. See Burns's Poem, under the title of "Hallow-E'en." The |