WE have before us part first of the above Songs and Poems, containing thirteen pieces, and consisting of 36 pp., crown 8vo, with an Introduction. We have not met with anything to equal them in our language for pith, spirit, and poetic genius, since the days of _Rob Donn_; and we trust the bard will receive the encouragement he so well deserves with the first part, so as to enable him to give us the second on an early date. There is a short introduction to each piece, which gives them an additional interest. We notice a few unimportant editorial errors which we know Mr Mackenzie would be the first to admit and correct. The following three verses are from "Moladh na Gailig"—air fonn _Cabar-feidh_,—and is a fair specimen, although by no means the best in the book:— Si Ghailig cainnt as aosda Th' aig daoine air an talamh so, Tha buaidh aic' air an t-saoghal Nach fhaodar a bhreithneachadh, Cha teid i chaoidh air dhi-chuimhn', Cha chaochail 's cha chaidil i, 'S cha teid srian na taod innt' A dh' aindeon taobh dha 'n tachair i, Tha miltean feairt, le cliu, 's le tlachd, Dha cumail ceart neo-mhearachdach, 'S i treun a neart, le briathran pailt, Cha chriòn, 's cha chaith, 's cha theirig i, Tha cuimhne 'us beachd na lorg, 's na taic, 'S cha n-iarr i facal leasaichidh. An am sinn na sailm gur binn a toirm Seach ceol a dhealbh na h-Eidailtich. Tha fianaisean na Gailig Cho laidir 's cho maireannach 'S nach urrainn daoine a h-aicheadh, Tha seann ghnas a leantuinn ri. Tha ciall 'us tuigse nadur, Gach la deanamh soilleir dhuinn, Gur i bu chainnt aig Adhamh Sa gharadh, 's an deighe sin. Gur i bh' aig Noah, an duine coir, A ghleidh, nuair dhoirt an tuil, dhuinn i, 'S mhair i fos troimh iomadh seors', 'S gun deach a seoladh thugainne, Do thir nam beann, nan stra, 's nan gleann, Nan loch, 's na'n allt, 's na'n struthanan, 'S ge lionmhor fine fuidh na ghrein, Se fir an fheilidh thuigeadh i. Tha 'n t'urram aig an fheileadh Seach eideadh as aithne dhuinn, 'S na daoine tha toir speis dha Gur h-eudmhor na ceatharnaich. A' cumail cuimhn air euchdan, As treuntas an aithrichean, A ghleidh troimh iomadh teimheil, A suainteas fhein, gun dealachadh. Oh! 's iomadh cruadal, cath, 'us tuasaid, 'S baiteal cruaidh a choinnich iad; 'S bu trice bhuaidh aca na ruaig, Tha sgeula bhuan ud comharricht. 'S bu chaomh leo fuaim piob-mhor ri 'n cluais Dha 'n cuir air ghluasad togarrach, Sa dh-aindeon claidheamh, sleagh, na tuadh, Cha chuireadh uamhas eagal orr. THE CELTIC MAGAZINE.