In all that time of hopes and fears
I've failed my dearest wish to gain.
I see full well that here below

Bliss unalloyed there is for none.
My prayer will ne'er fulfilment know
I never have seen Carcassonne,
I never have seen Carcassonne !

You see the city from the hill,

It lies beyond the mountains blue, And yet to reach it one must still

Five long and weary leagues pursue, And to return as many more!

Ah! had the vintage plenteous grown! The grape withheld its yellow store: I shall not look on Carcassonne, I shall not look on Carcassonne !

They tell me every day is there

Not more nor less than Sunday gay: In shining robes and garments fair The people walk upon their way, One gazes there on castle walls

As grand as those of Babylon,
A bishop and two generals!

I do not know fair Carcassonne,
I do not know fair Carcassonne !

The vicar's right: he says that we
Are ever wayward, weak and blind;
He tells us in his homily

Ambition ruins all mankind;

Yet could I there two days have spent While still the autumn sweetly shone, Ah me! I might have died content

When I had looked on Carcassonne, When I had looked on Carcassonne !

Thy pardon, Father, I beseech,

In this my prayer if I offend:
One something sees beyond his reach

From childhood to his journey's end.
My wife, our little boy Aignan,

Have traveled even to Narbonne
My grandchild has seen Perpignan,
And I have not seen Carcassonne,
And I have not seen Carcassonne !

So crooned one day, close by Limoux,
A peasant double-bent with age.
"Rise up, my friend," said I: "with you
I'll go upon this pilgrimage."

We left next morning his abode,

But (Heaven forgive him!) half-way on

The old man died upon the road:

He never gazed on Carcassonne,

Each mortal has his Carcassonne !

AIRNE, CAROLINA OLIPHANT, LADY, a Scottish poet; born at the house of Gask in Perthshire, August 16, 1766; died there, October 26, 1845. Her family were Jacobites. From her great beauty she was called in youth "the Flower of Strathearn." Regretting the coarseness of many popular songs, she undertook to furnish new words for the beautiful tunes, and attained eminent sucHer authorship was not disclosed till near her death. In 1800 she married a cousin, who in 1824 became the fifth Lord Nairne. She edited the Scottish Minstrels, six volumes (1821-24). Lays from Strathearn were edited by Finlay Dunn (1846), and her Life and Songs, by C. Rogers (1869).

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THE LAIRD O' COCKPEN.

The Laird o' Cockpen, he's proud an' he's great,
His mind is ta'en up wi 'things o' the state,
He wanted a wife his braw house to keep,
But favor wi' wooin' was fashous to seek.

Down by the dyke-side a lady did dwell,
At his table-head he thought she'd look well,
McClish's ae daughter o' Claverse-ha'-Lee,
A pennyless lass wi' a lang pedigree.

His wig was weel pouthered as guid as new;
His waistcoat was white, his coat it was blue;
He put on a ring, a sword an' cocked hat,
An' wha could refuse the Laird wi' all that?

Mistress Jean was makin' the elder-flower wine,
"An' what brings the Laird at sic a like time?"
She put off her apron, an' on her silk gown,
Her mutch wi' red ribbons, an' gaed awa' doun.

An' when she cam ben, he bowed fu' low,
An' what was his errand he soon let her know.
Amazed was the Laird when the lady said na,
An' wi' a laigh curtsie she turned awa'.

Dumfoundered he was; nae sigh did he gie;
He mounted his mear; he rode cannily;
An' aften he thought, as he gaed thro' the glen,
She's daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen.

THE LAND O' THE LEAL.

I'm wearin' awa', Jean,
Like snaw when it's thaw, Jean,
I'm wearin' awa'

To the land o' the leal.

There's nae sorrow there, Jean,

There's neither cauld nor care, Jean,
The day is aye fair

In the land o' the leal.

Ye were aye leal and true, Jean,
Your task's ended noo, Jean,
And I'll welcome you

To the land o' the leal.
Our bonnie bairn's there, Jean;
She was baith guid and fair, Jean;
O, we grudged her right sair
To the land o' the leal.

Then dry that tearfu' e'e, Jean;
My soul langs to be free, Jean,
And angels wait on me

To the land o' the leal.

Now fare ye weel, my ain Jean;
This warld's care is vain, Jean;
We'll meet and aye be fain
In the land o' the leal.

APIER, SIR WILLIAM PATRICK FRANCIS, a British soldier and historian; born at Castletown, Ireland, December 17, 1785; died at Clapham Park, London, February 10, 1860. He entered the army in 1800, at the age of fifteen, and in 1807 accompanied Sir John Moore, with the rank of captain, in the expedition to Portugal, and afterward to Spain. He served during the entire Peninsular War. He was made colonel in 1811, major-general and Knight Commander of the Bath in 1841, lieutenant-general in 1851, and general in 1859, and was

for some years Governor of the island of Guernsey. His principal works are The History of the War in the Peninsula (1828-40); The Conquest of Scinde (1845), and The Life and Opinions of Sir Charles Napier, his brother (1857). In 1855 he also published English Battles and Sieges in the Peninsula, consisting mainly of amplified passages from his earlier work.

BATTLE OF CORUNA AND DEATH OF SIR JOHN MOORE.

When Laborde's division arrived the French force was not less than 20,000 men; that of the British was about 15.000 infantry and 1,800 cavalry, and 40 pieces of artillery; but the cavalry was in such a condition as to be practically of little use. Marshal Soult made no idle evolutions of display. Distributing his lighter guns along the front of his position, he opened a fire from the heavy battery on his left, and instantly descended the mountain with three columns covered by a heavy line of skirmishers. The British pickets were driven back in disorder, and the village of Elora was carried by the first French column, which then divided and attempted to turn Baird's right by the valley, and break his front at the same time. The second column made against the English centre, and the third attacked Hope's left at the village of Palavia Abaxo. Soult's heavier guns overmatched the English six-pounders, and swept the position to the centre.

But Moore, seeing that the enemy, according to his expectations, did not show any body of infantry beyond that moving up the valley to outflank Baird's right, ordered Paget to carry the whole of the reserve to where the detached regiment was posted, and, as he had before arranged with him, turn the left of the French columns, and menace the great battery. Fraser he ordered to support Paget; and then throwing back the Fourth regiment, which formed the right of Baird's division, opened a heavy fire upon the flanks of the troops penetrating the valley; while the Fiftieth and