Nor less a cause of pleasure
Are the instruments they play,
That give a sweeter music
Than the cuckoo does in May.
It is difficult to say how far the recovery of the regalia, her Majesty’s frequent residence in the Highlands, [the crowds of] tourists northward every year, and, above all, the Home Rule movement, might affect the sentiment of the line—
“Our Alba wants the Crown”—
but undoubtedly in these days of gas illuminations and electric-light glories, the “lantern made of glass with a candle” would be no “cause of pleasure” to the most unsophisticated son of the mountains.
Macintyre composed an Elegy for himself, from which the following expressions of a feeble faith are taken:—
Loudly shall the trumpet peal
With echoes in all quarters heard;