his mate is watchin' near;
So the captain shouts "Cheer up, mi lads,
There's nobody nowt to fear."

Then let the hurrican roar,
We sall reitch the opposite shore.

An' summat abaght "the evergreen shore" he sang. But what wi'
t'beautiful landscapes on both sides o' t'Lake, an' t'recollections o'
Wordsworth, Wilson, Mrs. Hemans, Harriet Martineau, an' other famous
poets, painters, an' authors, it threw one of our party into a kind o'
poetical mood--

For wal he stood upon the deck,
He oft wor heeard to say,
"I'd raither oomo to Windermere,
Nor go to Morecambe Bay;
An' though I've been to Malsis Hall,
Where it is fearful grand,
It's nowt at all compared wi' this--
The nicest place i' t'land.

For, O how splendid is the Lake,
Wi' scenery like this!
If I cud nobbut stop a week,
It wod be nowt amiss;
A resolution nah I'll mack,
T'next summer what to do;--
Asteead o' comin' for a day,
I'll stop a week or two."

But nah we land at Bowness Pier,
Then sooin we jump ashore,
An' back to t'Station we did steer,
For rare an' pleased we wor:
So into t'train for back agean,
Owd friends once more to meet;
An' in a crack we're landed back--
Bi ten o'clock at neet.

All join i' praise to Mr. Mann,
For t'management he made;
An' praise the gallant Turkey Band,
For t'music 'at they play'd:
An' praise is due fra ivvery one
'At shared i' this diversion;
All praise an' thanks to Mr. Lund,
Who gav this grand Excursion.

The Tartan Plaid.

In Auld Lang Syne I've heard 'em say
My granny then she wore
A bonnie Scottish Tartan Plaid
In them good days o' yore;
An' weel I ken when I was young
Some happy days we had,
When ladies they were dress'd so gay
In Scottish Tartan Plaid.

Me thinks I see my father now
Sat working at his loom--
I see my mother at the wheel--
In our dear village home;
The swinging-stick I hear again,
Its buzzin' makes me sad,
To think those happy days are gone
When weaving Tartan Plaid.

It is not in a clannish view,
For clans are naught to me,
But 'tis our ancient Tartan Plaid
I dearly love to see.
'Tis something grand ye will agree
To see a Highland lad,
Donn'd in his Celtic native garb,
The grand old Tartan Plaid.

Our Soldier lads in tartan kilts
Outshine our warriors bold
(Who dress in scarlet, green, and blue,
Decked off with shining gold);
Just see our kilted lads so