The church-yard yew's sepulchral gloom ; The ivied porch, and lichened tomb.

Yes! like a picture there they smile,
The sun-bright years of early life!
Ere stooped the heart to worldly guile,
And earth an Eden looked the while,

Replete with bliss, and free from strife; Days far too heavenly to remain

Days which will ne'er return again!

Nor least the wanderers from thy shore, Green Albyn, wrapt in thought, survey The waving wood, the mountain hoar, The battle-field renowned of yore,

The gleaming loch and ferny brae: Ah! sweet 'tis theirs to muse upon

The songs and shores of Caledon !

And thus it is, on foreign strand,

That whatsoever strikes the chord

Which vibrates towards our native land,
And bids in thought its scenes expand,
Is almost as a thing adored —
A talisman, whose magic key
Shews what hath been-no more to be!

Therefore 'tis soothing-therefore sweet,
Upon a far and foreign shore,

The pen-recorded thoughts to greet

Of those whom once 'twas bliss to meet,

But now are severed by the roar
Of mighty ocean, and the green

Of hill and plain outstretched between !.

THE LOWLANDS.

A Song.

My heart's in the Lowlands! The Lowlands for me! My heart's in the Lowlands, wherever I be!

The wood, and the mead, and the stream-haunted dell The glade, and the brook, and the peasant's low cellThe calm glassy lake, and the sweet blossom'd leaOh! my heart's in the Lowlands, wherever I be!

My heart's in the Lowlands! The Lowlands for me! I long for the shade of the far-spreading tree

I sigh for the gush of the merry lark's song,

And the chime of the rill as it wimples along :

The Highlands are grand, and their torrents are free,— But my heart's in the Lowlands, wherever I be!

R. F. H.

THE WRONGS OF AMAKOSA.

BY THOMAS PRINGLE.

Ulin guba inkulu siambata tina,
Ulodali bom' uadali pezula,
Umdala wadalu idalè izula,
Yebinza inquiuquis zixeliela :
UHLANGA umkula gozizulina,
Yebinza inquinquis nozilimela.

Poem by Sicana, a Caffer Chief.

In the wars between the European Colonists and the Native Tribes of South Africa, many mutual injuries, as in most similar cases, have been inflicted; but if the balance were fairly adjusted, an enormous preponderance of wrong must, I fear, be placed to the account of the less excusable party the enlightened and the powerful. In support of this opinion, I shall state a few facts from the recent history of the Caffer frontier, which I had opportunities of investigating upon the spot, during a residence of several years in the colony; and which, though not altogether novel, are not perhaps so well known as they ought to be.

In the year 1818, an internal war broke out among the Caffer or Amakosa tribes, who inhabit the beautiful country on the eastern frontier of the Cape colony; and one of the parties being worsted, their chief, Gaika, applied to the colonial authorities for aid against his opponents. The Cape government of the day thought fit to interfere, and immediately became the principal

in a quarrel with which it had properly no concern. A strong military force was sent over the Great FishRiver (then the colonial boundary), which ravaged the territories of the confederate chiefs opposed to GaikaLlhambi, Jaluhsa, Habanna, Congo, Enno, and their followers; and carried off into the colony twenty-three thousand head of cattle, comprising nearly half the live stock of the clans attacked, and their chief means of subsistence; their gardens and fields of millet being also, to a great extent, destroyed in the expedition. The exasperated tribes, incited at once by famine and revenge, and encouraged by the favourable predictions of their prophet-counsellor Makanna, turned their whole force against the colony; and, after cutting off several inferior posts, attacked the British head-quarters at Graham's Town, with an army of nearly ten thousand men. A very intelligent officer, the late Captain Harding, who was present, assured me that the Caffers would infallibly have succeeded in capturing the place, and Colonel Willshire the commandant with it, had they not, according to their chivalrous custom, sent notice before day-break, that they were coming "to breakfast with the British chief." Thus prepared, the colonial troops, after a brief but perilous conflict, repulsed the Caffer army with great slaughter; the latter being armed only with their national weapon, the assagai or African javelin. second, and still more destructive invasion by the British troops succeeded. The kraals or villages of the confederate clans were burnt; their principal chiefs

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were declared outlaws, and high rewards offered for their apprehension, dead or alive their cultured plots of maise and millet were ravaged or cut down for forage; and the wretched and famished inhabitants were in many instances mercilessly destroyed, being bombarded in the thickets to which they had fled with grape-shot and Congreve rockets.

An officer (Captain Stockenstrom), who had the unhappiness to be employed by the Cape government in this deplorable warfare, furnished me with some notes which he had preserved of a speech, delivered in his presence to the British commandant, in a noble and manly strain of eloquence, by a Caffer envoy-one of the followers of the Chief Makanna, who had, in the extremity of his country's distress, voluntarily surrendered himself as a hostage. The following is a brief specimen :—

"This war,

British Chiefs, is an unjust war; for you are striving to extirpate a people whom you forced to take up arms. When our fathers and the white men first met in the Zuurveld (Albany), they dwelt together in peace. Their flocks grazed on the same hills; their husbandmen smoked together out of the same pipes; they were as brethren until the colonists (the Dutch Boors) became too covetous, and when they could not obtain all our cattle for beads and old buttons, began to take them by force. Our fathers were men: they loved their cattle; their wives and children lived upon milk they fought for their property. Then there was war. Our fathers drove the Boors out of the