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he lone 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. We ne'er shall tread the fancy-haunted valley, Where, 'tween the dark hills, creeps the small clear stream, In arms around the patriach-banner rally, Nor see the moon on royal tombstones gleam. * * * * * Come, foreign rage!--let discord burst in slaughter! Oh then for clansman true, and stern claymore! The hearts that would have given their blood like water Beat heavily beyond the Atlantic roar! Fair these broad meads--these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our fathers' land! [45] This simple and interesting lyric appears in No. XLVI. of the "Noctes Ambrosianae," and has, we believe, on sufficient grounds, been attributed to Lockhart. THOMAS MATHERS. Thomas Mathers, the fisherman poet, was born at St Monance, Fifeshire, in 1794. Receiving an education at school confined to the simplest branches, he chose the seafaring life, and connected himself with the merchant service. At Venice, he had a casual rencounter with Lord Byron,--a circumstance which he was in the habit of narrating with enthusiasm. Leaving the merchant service, he married, and became a fisherman and pilot, fixing his residence in his native village. His future life was a career of incessant toil and frequent penury, much alleviated, however, by the invocation of the muse. He contributed verses for a series of years to several of the public journals; and his compositions gained him a wide circle of admirers. He long cherished the ambition of publishing a volume of poems; and the desire at length was gratified through the subscriptions of his friends. In 1851, he printed a duodecimo volume, entitled, "Musings in Verse, by Sea and Shore," which, however, had only been put into shape when the author was called to his rest. He died of a short illness, at St Monance, on the 25th September 1851, leaving a widow and several young children. His poetry is chiefly remarkable for depth of feeling. Of his powers as a song-writer, the following lyric, entitled "Early Love," is a favourable specimen. EARLY LOVE. There 's nae love like early love, Sae lasting an' sae leal; It wins upon the youthfu' heart, An' sets its magic
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