LOCHIEL'S WARNING. Seer. Lochiel! Lochiel! beware of the day And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight; O weep, but thy tears cannot number the dead; Culloden that reeks with the blood of the brave. Lochiel. Go preach to the coward, thou death-telling seer! Or if gory Culloden so dreadful appear, Draw, dotard, around thy old wavering sight This mantle, to cover the phantoms of fright. Seer. Ha! laugh'st thou, Lochiel, my vision to scorn? Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall be torn! Say, rushed the bold eagle exultingly forth, From his home, in the dark rolling clouds of the north? But down let him stoop from his havoc on high! 'Tis the fire shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, Now in darkness and billows he sweeps from my sight; But where is the iron-bound prisoner? Where? Say, mounts he the ocean wave, banished, forlorn, Ah no! for a darker departure is near,— The war drum is muffled, and black is the bier; Lochiel. Down, soothless insulter! I trust not the tale : So black with dishonor, so foul with retreat. Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe! And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame. CAMPBELL. INDIGESTION. [Scene, Dr. Gregory's Study. Enter a plump Glasgow merchant.] Patient. Good morning, Dr. Gregory; I'm just come into Edinburgh about some law business, and I thought when I was here, at any rate, I might just as weel tak your advice, sir, about my trouble. Doctor. And pray what may your trouble be, my good sir? Pa. Indeed, Doctor, I'm not very sure; but I'm thinking it's a kind of weakness that makes me dizzy at times, and a kind of pinkling about my stomach - I'm just na right. Dr. You are from the west country, I should suppose, sir. Dr. Ay; pray, sir, are you a glutton? Pa. God forbid, sir, I'm one of the plainest men living in all the west country. Dr. Then perhaps you're a drunkard ? Pa. No, Dr. Gregory; thank God, no one can accuse me of that; I'm of the dissenting persuasion, Doctor, and an elder, so ye may suppose I'm na drunkard. Dr. I'll suppose no such thing till you tell me your mode of life. I'm so much puzzled with your symptoms, sir, that I should wish to hear in detail what you do eat and drink. When do you breakfast, and what do you take at it? Pa. I breakfast at nine o'clock, tak a cup of coffee, and one or two cups of tea; a couple of eggs, and a bit of ham or kippered salmon, or, may be, both, if they're good, and two or three rolls and butter. Dr. Do you eat no honey, or jelly, or jam, at breakfast? Pa. Oh yes, sir; but I don't count that as anything. Dr. Come, this is a very moderate breakfast. What kind of a dinner do you make? Pa. Oh, sir, I eat a very plain dinner indeed. Some soup, and some fish, and a little plain roast or boiled; for I dinna care for made dishes; I think, some way, they never satisfy the appetite. Dr. You take a little pudding then, and afterwards some cheese. Dr. You take a glass of ale or porter to your cheese? Dr. You west country people generally take a glass of Highland whiskey after dinner. Pa. Yes, we do: it's good for digestion. Dr. Do you take any wine during dinner? Pa. Yes, a glass or two of sherry, but I'm indifferent as to wine during dinner. I drink a good deal of beer. Dr. What quantity of port do you drink? Pa. Oh, very little; not above half a dozen glasses, or so. Dr. In the west country, it is impossible, I hear, to dine without punch? Pa. Yes, sir; indeed 'tis punch we drink chiefly; but for myself, unless I happen to have a friend with me, I never take more than a couple of tumblers, or so, and that's moderate. You then, after this Dr. Oh, exceedingly moderate indeed! slight repast, take some tea and bread and butter? Pa. Yes, before I go to the counting house to read the evening letters. Dr. And on your return you take supper, I suppose? Pa. No, sir, I canna be said to tak supper; just something before going to bed; a rizzered haddock, or a bit of toasted cheese, or half a hundred of oysters, or the like o' that, and may be, two thirds of a bottle of ale; but I tak no regular supper. Dr. But you take a little more punch after that? Pa. No, sir, punch does not agree with me at bed time. I tak a tumbler of warm whiskey toddy at night; it is lighter to sleep on. Dr. So it must be, no doubt. This, you say, is your every day life; but upon great occasions, you perhaps exceed a little? Pa. No, sir, except when a friend or two dine with me, or I dine out, which, as I am a sober family man, does not often happen. Dr. Not above twice a week? Pa. No: not oftener. Dr. Of course you sleep well and have a good appetite? Pa. Yes, sir, thank God, I have; indeed, any ill health that I have is about meal time. Dr. (Assuming a severe look, knitting his brow, and lowering his eye brows.) Now, sir, you are a very pretty fellow indeed; you come here and tell me you are a moderate man; and I might have believed you, did I not know the nature of the people in your part of the country; but upon examination, I find by your own showing, that you are a most voracious glutton; you breakfast in the morning in a style that would serve a moderate man for dinner; and from five o'clock in the afternoon, you undergo ne almost uninterrupted loading of your stomach, till you go to bed. This is your moderation! You told me too another falsehood-you said you were a sober man, yet by your own showing, you are a beer swiller, a dram drinker, a wine bibber, and a guzzler of punch; a liquor, the name |