Call John the boatman, call, call again, For loud roars the
tempest and fast falls the rain. Johnny is a good man, he
sleeps so very sound, His oars are at rest and his
boat is aground. Red rolls the river, so rapid and so
deep; Well, the louder you call him, the faster he'll sleep!

Caged in old woods, whose reverend echoes wake
When the hern screams along the distant lake,
Her little heart oft flutters to be free,
Oft sighs to turn the unrelenting key.
In vain! the nurse that rusted relic wears,
Nor moved by gold—nor to be moved by tears;
And terraced walls their black reflection throw
On the green-mantled moat that sleeps below.

Caesar, afloat with his fortunes!
And all the world agog
Straining its eyes
At a thing that lies
In the water, like a log!
It's a weasel! a whale!
I see its tail!
It's a porpoise! a pollywog!

Tarnation! it's a turtle!
And blast my bones and skin,
My heartics, sink her,
Or else you 'll think her
A regular terror-pin!

The frigate poured a broadside!
The bombs they whistled well,

Cables entangling her,
Shipspars for mangling her,
Ropes, sure of strangling her;
Blocks, over-dangling her;
Tiller to batter her,
Topmast to shatter her,
Tobacco to spatter her;
Boreas blustering,
Boatswain quite flustering,
Thunder-clouds mustering
To blast her with sulphur--
If the deep don't engulf her;
Sometimes fear's scrutiny
Pries out a mutiny,
Sniffs conflagration,
Or hints at starvation:--
All the sea-dangers,
Buccaneers, rangers,
Pirates and Sallee-men
Algerine galleymen,
Tornadoes and typhons,
And horrible syphons,

Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them where the burnie rows,
My bonnie dearie.

As I gaed down the water side,
There I met my shepherd lad;
He row'd me sweetly in his plaid,
And he ca'd me his dearie.

"Will ye gang down the water side,
And see the waves sae sweetly glide
Beneath the hazels spreading wide?
The moon it shines fu' clearly.'

"I was bred up at nae sic school,
My shepherd lad, to play the fool,
And a' the day to sit in dool,
And naebody to see me.'

Chorus —

Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them whare the heather grows,
Ca' them whare the burnie rowes,
My bonie Dearie.

1

Hark, the mavis' evening sang
Sounding Clouden's woods amang;
Then a faulding let us gang,
My bonie Dearie.
Ca' the &c.

2

We'll gae down by Clouden side,
Through the hazels spreading wide
O'er the waves, the sweetly glide
To the moon sae clearly.

I

LEE O. HARRIS

SCHOOLMASTER and Songmaster! Memory
 Enshrines thee with an equal love, for thy
 Duality of gifts,—thy pure and high
Endowments—Learning rare, and Poesy.
These were as mutual handmaids, serving thee,
 Throughout all seasons of the years gone by,
 With all enduring joys 'twixt earth and sky—
In turn shared nobly with thy friends and me.
Thus is it that thy clear song, ringing on,
 Is endless inspiration, fresh and free
  As the old Mays at verge of June sunshine;
And musical as then, at dewy dawn,

Betwene Mersh and Averil,
When spray beginneth to springe,
The lutel fowl hath hire will
On hire lud to singe,
Ich libbe in love-longinge
For semlokest of alle thinge —
He may me blisse bringe;
Ich am in hire baundoun.
An hendy hap ich-habbe ihent!
Ichot from Hevene it is me sent.
From alle wimmen my love is lent,
And light on Alisoun.

On hew hire her is fair inogh,
Hire browe browne, hire eye blake;
With lossum chere he on me logh,
With middle small and well imake.
Bote he me wolle to hire take,
For to ben hire owen make,

(Who Turned Renegade and Lived with the Indians)

By what appalling dim upheaval
— Demolishing some kinder plan,
Did you become incarnate evil
— Wearing the livery of man?

Perhaps you hated cheeks of tallow,
— Dead eyes, and lineaments of chalk,
Until a beauty came to hallow
— Even the bloodiest tomahawk.

Perhaps you loathed your brothers' features
— Pallid and pinched, or greasy-fat;
Perhaps you loved these alien creatures
— Clean muscled as a panther cat.

Did you believe that being cruel

1. By vows of love together bound, The twain, on earth, are one; One
2. As from the home of earlier years They wander, hand in hand, To
may their hearts, O Lord, be found, Till earthly cares are done.
pass along, with smiles and tears, The path of thy command.

3. With more than earthly parents' care,
Do thou their steps attend;
And with the joys or woes they share,
Thy loving kindness blend.

4. O let the memory of this hour
In future years come nigh
To bind, with sweet, attractive power,
And cheer them till they die.