ROBERT GILFILLAN.

Read, read, Woodstock and Waverley, Turn every page and read forward in order; Read, read, every tale cleverly, All the old novels are over the border. Many a book lies dead, Dusty and never read, Many a chiel wants a thread to his story; While Walter, that king o' men, Just with his single pen, Like a giant, well grogged, marches on in his glory! Come from your tales full of murders amazing, Come from romaunts gone to bed long ago; Come from the scribblers whom pye-men are praising, Come to Redgauntlet and brave Ivanhoe! Scott's fame is sounding, Readers abounding, May laurels long circle his locks thin and hoary! Scotland shall many a day Speak of her bard, and say, He lived for his country, and wrote for her glory!