But most of all, his Mother dear,
She who had fainted with her fear,
Rejoiced when waking she espies

The Child; when she can trust her eyes,
And touches the blind Boy.

She led him home, and wept amain,
When he was in the house again:

Tears flowed in torrents from her eyes;
She could not blame him, or chastise:
She was too happy far.

Thus, after he had fondly braved
The perilous Deep, the Boy was saved;
And, though his fancies had been wild,
Yet he was pleased and reconciled
To live in peace on shore.

And in the lonely Highland Dell
Still do they keep the Turtle Shell;
And long the Story will repeat
Of the blind Boy's adventurous feat,

And how he was preserved.

It is recorded in Dampier's Voyages, that a Boy, the Son of a Captain of a Man of War, seated himself in a Turtle Shell, and floated in it from the shore to his Father's ship, which lay at anchor at the distance of half a mile. In deference to the opinion of a Friend, I have substituted such a Shell for the less elegant Vessel in which my Blind Voyager did actually entrust himself to the dangerous current of Loch Leven, as was related to me by an eyewitness.

MEMORIALS

OF

A TOUR IN SCOTLAND.

1814.

I.

SUGGESTED BY A BEAUTIFUL RUIN UPON ONE OF THE ISLANDS OF LOCH LOMOND, A PLACE CHOSEN FOR THE RETREAT OF A SOLITARY INDIVIDUAL, FROM WHOM THIS HABITATION ACQUIRED THE NAME OF

THE BROWNIE'S CELL.

To barren heath, and quaking fen,
Or depth of labyrinthine glen;

Or into trackless forest set

With trees, whose lofty umbrage met;

World-wearied Men withdrew of yore,

(Penance their trust, and Prayer their store ;)
And in the wilderness were bound

To such apartments as they found ;
Or with a new ambition raised;

That God might suitably be praised.