Strong-limbed, stern-visaged, and with life-like eyes, With an immutable will, as who should say, The hollow echoes of the vaulted aisles, Musing, I gazed, Compassed with saddest phantasies of thought, Time rolled on, And once again, in dream, I seem'd to stand Lo! change was busy there-change-ay the grand Still burnt the torches, though with failing fires Still on their pedestals were ranged the shapes, But all the jewels in their crowns were dim, Grown meaningless and void, their stately bulk As if o'ermaster'd by a fate sublime, They stood in act to fall;—and when the trump Wide open stood the portals, but in vain― Stalk'd like avengers through the lone dim aisles. Oh blessed dream! I look through the long vista of the years― I see the forms of the meek men of peace, The men with thoughtful eyes, and broad calm brows, That in their patient lowliness of heart Have been up-lifted to the seats of power, Lit up Of the destroyer, War. But to my ear Instead, the burden of a solemn hymn Steals, floating upward from the souls of men, Through all the spaces of the Universe, "There shall be no more war!"-Oh! blessed dream! T. WESTWOOD. FABLES FOR FOOLISH FELLOWS. No. II. THE HIGHLAND AND THE LOWLAND SHEEP WHO WENT TO WAR AT THE PERSUASION OF WOLVES. In a country not so remote that it cannot be reached by the moral of our fable there had been, from time immemorial, a feud between its Highland and its Lowland races of sheep, which came to a collision whenever and wherever they met on the borders of their feeding-grounds, which neither their respective shepherds, nor their irrespective dogs, could prevent, appease, or put down, when once their bloods were up. It was shocking to mutton-eating men to hear of this perpetual petty warfare, and the rumours of a general rising of both of these belligerent parties, to bring their quarrel to a general battle, and abide the issue; but this their lords and masters would not hear of for a moment, and contrived as much as possible to keep the rival clans apart, driving them to higher grounds on the one side, and lower grounds on the other, so as to leave a good broad neutral line of land between. The main bodies of both armies being thus kept encamped at such respectful distances, the war between them was, for a long time, little more than an affair of outposts, a picking out of pickets, and serving them out, as we say, or driving them in, as men-military express it. The neutral ground was rocky and mountainous, and pretty well covered with forests of pine and ash and larch, and such like woods, and was in the joint occupation of eagles of large growth, and daring, audaciously daring characters,-now lifting a lamb, and, when lamb was out of season, a young shepherd in his swaddling clouts; and of a pack of wolves, gaunt, bony, and grim, whose reputations were just as bad as the eagles', and both would hang them in any court in Christendom. A nice neutral country this for strong-headed, wrong-headed, and stupid sheep to straggle through, when their bloods were up, to have a brush with the enemy; and a nice set of neutral, indifferent spectators these wolves and eagles were truly, to stand by, and see fair play when Greek met Greek, and came the tug of war! The cause of quarrel was about as good as these causes are even among wiser creatures. Born and bred in one common country, it was a war of castes, or clans: a feud-a difference about blood, which was the purest; and an intolerance to hatred of each other's religion, though their faith was in essentials the same, and their modes of worship not greatly at variance. Blood -bad blood-ill blood-and that that thought itself the purest, really the foulest and blackest was at the bottom and top of this desire to destroy each other. The Highland sheep despised the Lowland sheep as an inferior race-as sleek, well-fed, fine-woolled, slavish, cowardly, and shut up in folds and pastures fat and warm ; and not wiry, sinewy, shaggy, courageous, strong, free, and wandering at their own wild will over mountains and exposed moors and rock-strewn valleys, as hardy as the heather they roved among. Their animosity originated partly in a religious prejudice. In the car of a Highlander it was horrible, and like blasphemy, to mark the drawling nasal Bāā (long) of these Lowlanders, which they pronounced Baă (short and crisp as their scant herbage), and believed to be orthodoxical, and the other accent to be irreverent, indecent, heterodoxical, and a scandalous departure from the simplicity of the natural piety of sheep. They would not have minded it so much if they had kept their heterodoxy to themselves; but when they forwarded a set of sleek, meek fellows, in wool as white as snow, and combed very straight, as missionaries to the heathens in the Highlands, who dared to call their hills, which get the first and last of the sun when the mists will allow them, a dark and benighted neighbourhood, and presumed to preach against idolatrous bending of the knee to stock and stone, -flesh and blood--at any rate, Highland flesh and blood-could not bear it, would not bear it. Besides, though fewer in number, they were their masters for strength and courage, and they knew it; and so did the Lowlanders, who avoided them as much as they could, as soon as they saw their missionaries sent back with broken heads and horns, "And kept the even tenour of their way" to themselves. But sometimes the young bloods of the respective races, in their border wanderings, fell in with one another, and fell out as soon as they met, Băd (short) and Bāā (long), the old sign and countersign, soon setting them by the cars. It was early in the day after one of these foolish encounters, when ። Imany a gallant gentleman Lay gasping on the ground," the Highlanders having the best of the battle as usual, while the Wolves stood looking on, and not interfering, that the mountaineers were astonished to see three venerable Wolves, silvery white with age, emerge from the forest, and wend their way very deliberately, and somewhat infirmly, into their camp among the hills. They could hardly believe their eyes that they were Wolves, and thought they must be the ghosts of old shepherds' dogs, who could not rest in their graves for "The foul deeds done in their days of nature," the sins they had committed in their hot youth in sheep-biting. But then again they loomed too large for the ghosts of departed tykes. This, however, might be an exaggeration of the morning mist, made to frighten them, as superstitiously inclined. But as these venerable strangers came nearer and nearer, they saw they were no ghosts of dogs, but veritable Wolves in the flesh. They did not fear them much, for they looked too old for mischief; but safe bind safe find: it was as well to have a care of them for it is your old grinders that love to indulge in your young meats, as tenderest and most toothsome. The pack of which they were the reverend representatives was now so few in number, and had |