Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1842-08-11
MISCELLANEOUS.
From HE Boston 1'imss.


JESSIE THE FLOWER OF DUMBLANE."
This is one OF those beautiful Scotch
songs which will live rs long as there nre
admirers of pure poetry and music TO en-
i,y it.. An interesting story connected
with the lyric will be found below. Ma.
nv of our readers will thank us for repub.
fishing the song, which we quote from
memory.
The sun has ga EN- down DER the lofts Ben Lomond,
And left the red clouds to preside DER the scene,
While lonely ait in the calm summer cleaning,
And muse sweet JESSIE the Flown o Dunn
blame.
How swoe, is the briar wi its SAT fauding blossom,
And swee, is the Dirk wi its mantle o. green,
But swcetrr and fiirer, and dear To this bosom,
Is lovely Young JESSIE the Flow'I o Dumbane.
She's modest as ony, she's blythe as she's bonny,
For guileess simplicity marks her its din;
And far be- the villain, Invested o feelin'.
Wha'd bghi in its bloom the fair Flown o Dunn
blanc.
Sing on thou sweet ma'is thy hymn to the cenin
Thou'rt dear to the echoes o Caderwood Glen,
Sac dear to this bosom. sac ariiess and winnn,
Is lovely young JFs.IE the Flown o Dumblane.
How los, we're my days till | met wi my JESSIE,
| ne'er saw a nymph could ca my dear lsssic,
Till met wi sweet JESSIE the Flown o Dunn
blame.
Though mine were the station o !uftiest grandeur,
Amidst its confusion I'd lapgush in pain,
And reckon as naething the height o its splendor,
Ifwsntins sweet JEssIE the Flown o Dumblans'
The fair object of the above song, was
a bonnie assie in Dumbane. Her faml-
ly were of poor extraction, and Jessie her
self was coniented with peasants lot.
When Tannahill became acquainted with
her. she was in her "teens," slight,
dimplo, checked, happy lassie her hair
yellow colored and luxurant-her eyes
large and full, overlooking with the vo-
! luptuous languor which is so becoming IN
young blue eyes with golden lashes. --
T,nnahiI was struck with her beauty,
and as in all things he was enihusiastical
became forthwith her ardent worshipper.
But her heart was not TO be won. Young,
thoughtless, and painting TO know and see
the world, she left her poor amourant,
"to con songs TO his mistress eyebrows
while she recklessly rambled among the
nowery meads of Dumblane, or of an eve.
nng sang his inspired verses to him with
the most Notifying nonchalance. This
was a two. fold misery TO the sensitive po'
ct. A creature so sweetly elegant, so
dear to HIM, so very lovely and innocent,
and vet, withaI, so encased in insenslblllty,
as apparently neither to be conscious oil
the beauty Of the verses trembling on her
dulcet tongue, nor caring for the caresses
Of her lover. Twas too much; to mark
all this, aud feel il with the feeling OF
poet, was the acme Of misery. But the
&" Flower Of Dumblane" was not that up-
feeling unimaginative being which Tan
nahiI pictured her. She was creature
Of all feeling, all Imagination, although
the bard had not that in his person or man.
/ ners, to engage her attention or TO arrest
her fancy. The young affections are not
10 be controlled. Love-al-mighty love
must be free, else it ceases 10 be love.
TannahiIl was plain il his person, and
uncouth in his manners, and felt and ex'
| pressed discomfort at the cruel dsnPpolnt-
. nent which it had been hrs unhappy late