issible in what does not touch life too nearly. But the exile
uses the Doric because it is the means by which he can best express
his importunate longing.

Mrs. Jacob has this rare distinction. She writes Scots because
what she has to say could not be written otherwise and retain its
peculiar quality. It is good Scots, quite free from misspelt English
or that perverted slang which too often nowadays is vulgarising the
old tongue. But above all it is a living speech, with the accent of
the natural voice, and not a skilful mosaic of robust words, which,
as in sundry poems of Stevenson, for all the wit and skill remains
a mosaic. The dialect is Angus, with unfamiliar notes to my Border
ear, and in every song there is the sound of the east wind and the
rain. Its chief note is longing, like all the poetry of exiles,
a chastened melancholy which finds comfort in the memory of old
unhappy things as well as of the beatitudes of youth. The metres are
cunningly chosen, and are most artful when they are simplest; and
in every case they provide the exact musical counterpart to the
thought. Mrs. Jacob has an austere conscience. She eschews facile
rhymes and worn epithets, and escapes the easy cadences of hymnology
which are apt to be a snare to the writer of folk-songs. She has
many moods, from the stalwart humour of "The Beadle o' Drumlee," and
"Jeemsie Miller," to the haunting lilt of "The Gean-Trees," and the
pathos of "Craigo Woods" and "The Lang Road." But in them all are
the same clarity and sincerity of vision and clean beauty of phrase.

Some of us who love the old speech have in our heads or in our
note-books an anthology of modern Scots verse. It is a small
collection if we would keep it select. Beginning with Principal
Shairp's "Bush aboon Traquair," it would include the wonderful
Nithsdale ballad of "Kirkbride," a few pieces from _Underwoods_,
Mr. Hamish Hendry's "Beadle," one or two of Hugh Haliburton's Ochil
poems, Mr. Charles Murray's "Whistle" and his versions of Horace,
and a few fragments from the "poet's corners" of country newspapers.
To my own edition of this anthology I would add unhesitatingly Mrs.
Jacob's "Tam i' the Kirk," and "The Gowk."

JOHN BUCHAN.

CONTENTS

TAM I' THE KIRK
THE HOWE O' THE MEARNS
THE LANG ROAD
THE BEADLE O' DRUMLEE
THE WATER-HEN
THE HEID HORSEMAN
JEEMSIE MILLER
THE GEAN-TREES
THE TOD
THE BLIND SHEPHERD
THE DOO'COT UP THE BRAES
LOGIE KIRK
THE