BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

Dominion, Volume 2, Issue 419, 30 January 1909, Page 9

BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

'' iVERSES NEW AND OLD. ,-.' ", IN THE WHINS. ! I was raabn' a t dhrop it potheen < Ih the whins at the fut it i . .. The hill, As the grey it the evenm' slid OTer the green, An covered myself an' _ • The still. I was -svaitin' for Patsy M'Cann That lives or the edgo it T The Roe Hβ* always comes OTer t' gL' me n'han' An' keep a look-out for— Tβ know. It s umei he was here be now," ■ I Sfas thinhn' an' sayrn' ' .When into the whins dashed a big roaney cow. An' frightened me out it Mβ wita.Oh, the'dsnl go wid ye!" I cued As cho mads an attack on _L ' The still, "s it me that's the dml?" a sivebt voice replied, j , /'I From-the whins at the fut it t -, The hill, ,„ 3 Prmfgm\ her home from below, When the tether she broke an' i x ,'ilade off; Bqt what brought her here is more than I know." > -j ' t Then I neail o sweet Jilt it ' -~ ~ A laugh. said I, r ''There's wa,n 'thing 111 tell ye, J r wiU, m mef- Gowt)t£|t spakes well for the baste's £ -'sense ja-smell ' For tiJantt on tho tap it \\, m .tf jI, \. A still. peelers asthore? Weliyufooorse they could gi' me ' h , ' A start; ■ They luifehfi capture me still, but yerself has i \ donetjqore, / \ ForfmaToumeen, ye've ' Then the* 6till-fire smonldhered away, ' An' the cqw roamed around 'at i . ) ", 1 Her wiU; An sweet Moira said what I axed her to say Id tliejvhins at tho fut iv ■ The hill. I i—M; HnrJ, in the "Westminster Gazette" A DECEMBER MISTS \ The mists are riding on Ruberslaw, '"'*■ Their nets are spread on the.Border' s Winds, have ye never a sword to draw Or a troop to set jn.'order? Waken,,.and rally yonr 'spears in line, Carye us a space where the'sun may shine; , 1 .Fill us a cup of your wild-honey wine ' I 0 uTo drink to their death on tho Border! - (The mists are trooping on Bowmorit'Vale In dull grey resolute older, i S< Tr , om P hn (? the silver of Ettnck and Ale, 10 Blinding the v , beautiful Border Waken, 0 naken, je winds of the West; Sweep from the Solway at Beauty's behest; i 1 ling them, the foemen, from come and crest, From'furrow and fence of the Border! - l ( —Will. H. Ogilvie m tne /'Glasgow Herald " ~'A EIVER AT WOEK. t Hβ leaves cold moss-hags for town-mud and ,iamps. > « Changes peace cradling hills i ' lor mills Eβ pants among the soot and smoke and bricks, i Harnessed to toil, man-hired > J And tired. ( > He froths about the factories, and licks i our piers, and sucks down slimo— ' , Or crime. Ho flings aboard the liners and the tramps His challenge "Out to sea With me i" -ALL A., m the "Glasgow Herald."