Neptune then again approached the throne, and bowing, said—
“Fair Queen, your brother sovereign hear;
I once more to your throne draw near,
And what I say will not displease
The gentle guardian of the Seas,
We made a law some time ago,
To which e’en you will gladly bow,
That those who in our realms remain,
Can ne’er their former name retain.
We’ll change the one you bore above—
Victoria, is the name we love,
That name shall through our realms resound,
And echo far the Ocean round,
And she beloved will ever be
By Neptune’s sons the bold and free.”
Once more the Tritons broke into an enthusiastic chorus—
“Oh! long may’st thou reign, fair Queen of the Ocean,
The blue waves are dancing in gladness and sheen,
We thy Empire proclaim with joyful devotion,
And repeat in glad chorus, Long life to our Queen.
The echoes are telling the tidings around,
And joy on her brow gives bliss to the scene.
And long may the realms of old Ocean resound,
That wish of our hearts, Long life to the Queen?”
Story 7--Chapter I.
STORY SEVEN—The Bogies of Glen Bogie.
A gaily-painted canal boat was gliding smoothly and swiftly through the still waters of the Crinan Canal, which intersects the Mull of Cantire in Argyleshire. A steep bank of overhanging wood lay on one side, and on the other an open view stretched toward distant hills.