A TALE.* IN Scotland's realms, where trees are few, For husband there and wife may boast And false ones are as rare almost As hedgerows in the wild *This tale is founded on an article which appeared in the Buckinghamshire Herald, Saturday, June 1, 1793:— Glasgow, May 23. In a block, or pulley, near the head of the mast of a gabert, now lying at the Broomielaw, there is a chaffinch's nest and four eggs. The nest was built while the vessel lay at Greenock, and was followed hither by both birds. Though the block is occasionally lowered for the inspection of the curious, the birds have not forsaken the nest. The cock, however, visits the nest but seldom, while the hen never leaves it, but when she descends to the hull for food." VOL. VIII. B In Scotland's realm forlorn and bare The history chanced of late The history of a wedded pair, The spring drew near, each felt a breast With genial instinct fill'd; They pair'd, and would have built a nest, But found not where to build. The heaths uncover'd and the moors Long time a breeding-place they sought, At length a ship arriving brought A ship?-could such a restless thing Or was the merchant charged to bring Hush-silent hearers profit most- Proved kinder to them than the coast, |