...there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, / This is my own, my native land 1 Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home...such there breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel's raptures swell. High tho' his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth, as wish can...

...energetic and forceful : Breathes there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within...such there breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel's raptures swell. High tho' his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth, as wish can...

...Whose henrt hnth ne'er wiihin him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd Krom wiiudering on n foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him...High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless liis wealth, as wish can claim — Despiie those titles, power nnd pelf, The wretch, concentrated nil...

...THE FATHER-LAND. BREATHES there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, " This is my own, my native land ?" Whose heart hath ne'er within...burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd From wand' ring oa a foreign strand ? If such there be, go, mark him well ; For him no minstrel-raptures...

...6TERN AND WILD." Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within...mark him well ; For him no Minstrel raptures swell ; ^ligh though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles,...

...ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath (...), From wandering on a foreign strand ? [f such there breathe, go mark him well ; For him no minstrel raptures (..,); High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can (...); Despite those...

...dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung. This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land...

...unheard, but lingering, like the remembrance of a tone, amid the treasures of memory? We would say, " If such there breathe, go mark him well, For him no minstrel raptures swell;" for let not him claim kindred with music's joys, whose heart bounds not to the greeting of a friend's...

...of man. What Scott beautifully said on another subject may well be applied to such a sceptic : — " 2 S A Rbi $ ,;> $ Jqyv , @ 3 Q E _ g ٛB 'f ~K✵ E K In sober truth, and without irreverence, we avow it, that the spirit which cannot see unity and design...

...never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ; Whose heart hath ne'er within him hurn'd, As home, his footsteps he hath turn'd From wandering on a foreign strand?" &c. At half-past two, landed at Liverpool, -at the Prince's Dock, very near the self-same spot, where,...