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(From the Herald and Tribune !
THE SCOTCH.M.ayN'S DESCRIPTION on


GE.E TAYLOR.
ID Thank God I've kcn'd the good old mon,
Wi locks o sna' and eye o fire;
I've fought beneath his eagle glance, II
And sturdy heart that does ma tire,
I've ken'd him in the loud foray,


When death was laying low the clan,
And blood stain'd grew the chapparal,
And red old Rios waters ran.
I've read o Wallace and o Bruce,


O. daring deeds by Carpbelrs done,
But ne'er saw. one approach SO near
Perfcction's picture as this mon;
He's ma 50 tall as lords Of old;


But Draw and bold to look upon,
And if ye saw him in the fight


Dell take me but ye'd blush 10 run,
He's aye sac muckle cool and brave,
Ye'd think the field ladies' rout-
The more the danger pressing grows
The easier he can tax ys out;
Imarkd him well at Monterey,
When he rode in beneath the wall-
How cocly he held death at bay


How calmly he gave the recall
Ye southron fox may well be proud,


And tell his deeds in song and story,
The laurel wreath that decks his, brow


Encircles the whole land wi glory
For we're the world mighty scroll,


And every tree and branch pen,
The sea all ink--ye'd fail to write
The glory Of earths greatest mon.
"Aopne' way ga le4f. Nc.