The stern hearts of that melancholy band were soothed by the beauty of the scenery, the seclusion of their tentless bivouac, the softness of the Flemish moonlight, and a song that Finland sang completed the effect of the place and time. He reclined upon his knapsack, and his fine features, which long privation and toil had sharpened and attenuated, flushed and reddened as he sang of his love that was far away, and felt his brave heart expand with the dear and long cherished hopes and memories her image stirred within it. "Maxweltoun Braes are bonnie, Where early fa's the dew; And blue-eyed Annie Laurie Gave me her promise true. Gave me her promise true, That never forgot shall be; And for my bonnie Annie Laurie, I would lay me down and dee. "Her locks are like the sunshine, Her breast is like the swan; Her hand is like the snawdrift, And mine her waist micht span. But oh! that promise true! Will ne'er be forgot by me, And for my blue-eyed Annie Laurie, I would lay me down and dee!" This famous song, which, with its beautiful air, is so chaste and pleasing, and still so much admired in Scotland, poor Finland in his chivalric spirit had composed, to lighten the toil of many a long and arduous march, and now, inspired by the love and the fond recollections that trembled in his heart, he slowly sang the last verse with great tenderness and pathos. "Like dew on the gowan lying, Is the fa' of her fairy feet; And like wind in summer sighing, Her voice is low and sweet. But O that promise true! Makes her all the world to me; And for my bonnie Annie Laurie, I'd lay me down and dee." Every word seemed to come from his overcharged heart, and as he sang the beautiful melody silence and sadness stole over the listening group. Softened by the dialect and the music of their fatherland, every heart was melted and every eye grew moist; the red camp fires and the shining waters of the Senne, the white tents of Luxembourg, the woodlands and orchards of Steinkirke passed away, and Scotland's hoary hills and pathless vallies rose before them, for their eyes and hearts were in the land from which they were expatriated for ever.