"Welcome, fair Lady! since you come To these bright realms, my watery home; When I the happy tidings knew, I clave the limpid billow through, And hasten'd here to kneel before The Lady whom all hearts adore: For know, we rovers of the Sea, Are truly famed for gallantry, And when a beauteous Lady deigns To visit thus our broad domains, The sons of Ocean strive to show The pride with which their bosoms glow. Then, Lady, deign our Queen to be, And we will serve thee loyally. This crown marine in token wear, That Ocean's realms confess thy care, And to no other would I yield The trident sceptre which I wield. Now then let all with loud acclaim And joy, our Ocean Queen proclaim!" Neptune having presented a crown and sceptre to the Princess, the Tritons and Sea Spirits broke forth with a loud chorus:-- "Oh! welcome to these coral halls, Fair Lady of the radiant brow, Thy beauty every heart enthralls, Thy virtues claim our willing vow. The trident sceptre of the main, Oh! long, sweet Lady, may'st thou sway, And far as spreads yon liquid plain, Let every realm thy power obey." Serena then answered in a sweet thrilling voice:-- "Thanks, thanks, Great Neptune, we will strive to prove, How much we prize our loyal subjects' love; And long as o'er these noble realms we reign, Will ever be the Guardian of the main." 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 ONE. 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.