soften and refine the character of a people, and wreathe a
grace round the loftiness of a proud and warlike spirit. He
wrote many poems, which, unfortunately for the fulness of
his fame, are now lost to the world; one, which is still pre-
served, called "Christ's Kirk of the Green," shows how dil-
igently he had made himself acquainted with the rustic sports
and pastimes, which constitute such a source of kind and
social feeling among the Scottish peasantry; and with what
simple and happy humor he could enter into their enjoyments.
He contributed greatly to improve the national music; and
traces of his tender sentiment and elegant taste are said to
exist in those witching airs, still piped among the wild moun-
tains and lonely glens of Scotland. He has thus connected
his image with whatever is most gracious and endearing in the
national character; he has embalmed his memory in song, and
floated his name down to after-ages in the rich stream of
Scottish melody. The recollection of these things was kind-
ling at my heart, as I paced the silent scene of his imprison-
ment. I have visited Vaucluse with as much enthusiasm as
a pilgrim would visit the shrine at Loretto; but I have never
felt more poetical devotion than when contemplating the old
tower and the little garden at Windsor, and musing over the
romantic loves of the Lady Jane, and the Royal Poet of Scot-
land.

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