Mr. Evan McColl, F.R.S.C., is the Gaelic poet of Canada. Three editions have appeared of the "Clàrsach nam Beann," which was printed as far back as 1838 in Glasgow. The same was also published in English in the same year, under the title of "The Mountain Minstrel," of which six editions have been printed. In 1883 he published in Toronto "Poems and Songs chiefly written in Canada." Mr. McColl is a great favourite among his Scotch countrymen everywhere; but his decidedly original poetic genius, rude and wild as it is at times, is not a Canadian product, for he was born at Kenmore, Lochfyne-Side, Scotland, in 1808, and it was not until he was forty years of age that he made Canada his home. He is now a resident of Toronto, and still comes to the annual meetings of the Royal Society, of which he was one of the original members.] [Footnote 41: Page 21.--"IN MY HEART." BY JOHN READE. "In my heart are many chambers through which I wander free; Some are furnished, some are empty, some are sombre, some are light; Some are open to all comers, and of some I keep the key, And I enter in the stillness of the night. "But there's one I never enter--it is closed to even me! Only once its door was opened, and it shut for evermore; And though sounds of many voices gather round it like a sea, It is silent, ever silent, as the shore. "In that chamber, long ago, my love's casket was concealed, And the jewel that it sheltered I knew only one could win: And my soul foreboded sorrow, should that jewel be revealed, And I almost hoped that none might enter in. "Yet day and night I lingered by that fatal chamber door, Till--she came at last my darling one, of all the earth my own; And she entered--then she vanished with my jewel which she wore; And the door was closed--and I was left alone. "She gave me back no jewel, but the spirit of her eyes Shone with tenderness a moment, as she closed that chamber door, And the memory of that moment is all I have to prize-- But _that_, _at least_, is mine for evermore. "Was she conscious, when she took it, that the jewel was my love? Did she think it but a bauble she might wear or toss aside? I know not, I accuse not, but I hope that it may prove A blessing, though she spurn it in her pride."] LAURA SECORD'S WARNING. [Footnote 41_a_: Page 24.--In Mrs. Edgar's excellent annotations to the Ridout Letters in "Ten Years of Upper Canada in Peace and War, 1805-1815," (Toronto, 1890), appears the following account of a courageous woman's exploit which brought disaster to the Americans soon after their defeat at Stoney Creek: