whether it applies more particularly to the more recent
manifestations of the religious life among us, this is not the
time to inquire. One thing we are sure of, that a
representative religious teacher like Buchanan never allows
that any fulness of inward life can dispense with the duties of
every-day life, with mercy, truth, industry, generosity,
self-control. The unworthy man who is excluded from the kingdom
is not the man of blunt, homely feeling, incapable of ecstatic
rapture and exalted emotion, but the man who locks up for
himself the gold God gave him for the general good, who shuts
his ear to the cry of the poor, who entrenches his heart behind
a cold inhumanity, who permits the naked to shiver unclothed,
who lessens not his increasing flock by a single kid to satisfy
the orphan's want. Indeed, one who reads carefully Buchanan's
_Day of Judgment_, with his mind full of the prejudices or
truths regarding the place of honour given by the Celt to
inward experience and minute self-analysis, cannot fail to be
astonished how small a place these occupy in that great poem.
There, at least, mental experience is of no value, except in so
far as it blossoms into truth, purity, and love. We cannot,
however, pause to illustrate these statements in detail. We
shall merely refer to the indignation into which the muse of
Buchanan is stirred in the presence of pride and oppression.
The lowest deep is reserved for these. The poet's charity for
men in general becomes the sublime growl of a lion as it
confronts the chief who fleeces but tends not his people.

"An robh thu ro chruaidh,
A' feannadh do thuath,
'S a' tanach an gruaidh le mal;
Le h-agartas geur,
A glacadh an spreidh,
'S am bochdainn ag eigheach dail?

Gun chridhe aig na daoine,
Bha air lomadh le h-aois,
Le 'n claigeannan maola truagh;
Bhi seasamh a' d' choir,
Gun bhoineid 'nan dorn,
Ge d' tholladh gaoth reota an cluas.

Thu nise do thraill,
Gun urram a' d' dhail,
Gun ghearsonn, gun mhal, gun mhod:
Mor mholadh do'n bhas,
A chasgair thu tra,
'S nach d' fhuiling do straic fo'n fhoid."

We part with this paper with an interest in Buchanan's Poems which we
never before felt, although we repeatedly read them.

A well written paper, in Gaelic, b