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Bein", Vatty, glad to fee Jock Jabos, _ i _ And | fae mony nei’bourgroun’ are : icket frae his fhoon the {na’ ba’s, ~ ili ayant the fire fat wy Bird a bo Be Pea heapet, 4 Cheefe, an’ floups, an’ glailes flood ; Some: war roarin’, ithers fleepet, Ithers quictly ne cug S ellin’ Pate fome tallow, eft a racket hel? * aly but Watty ay poor fallow, * ‘Sa nd fmoket by himfel’, - poeee'y tics d him ‘Rae ’ é ae Drank his h and Meg’s in anes : +? ‘ Watty pe mouthfu’, Ple ig’d him a dreary grane. ‘e a gre ct ® Sawing Timbers sess tke ran Fi (a) VIL y “6 What’s the matter, Watty, wi’ you? «« Trouth your,¢hafts are fa’ ‘ne it 6 Something’s wrang—I’m yext to fee you « Gudefake! but ye’re defp’rate thin !” VU, » “ Aye,” quo? Watty, “ things are alter’d, Pat it’s paft redemption now, « ©! I wifhl had been halter’d s¢ When I marry’d Maggy Howe! IX. «+ T’ve been poor, and vext, and raggy, 6¢ Try’d wi’ troubles no that fma’ ; ' s Them I bore—but marrying Maggy 4, “¢ Laid the cape-ftane o’ them a’, XxX. s¢ Night and day the’s ever yelpin’, *¢ Wi’ the weans fhe ne’er can gree; #© Whan fhe’s tir’d wi’ perfect fkelpin’, “« Then he flees like fireon me. XL ri 6 See ye, Mungo! when fhe’ll clahh on. ”’ “© Wi’ her everlafting clack, * « Whiles P’ve had my neive,in paffion, 66 Liftet up’ to break her back! a XII. © O! for gudefake, keep frae cuffets }’ Mungo fhook his head and faid, © 6 Weel I ken what fort 0” life it’s; - » * KKen ye, Watty, how I did? XIII. pa ¢ After Befs and I war kippl’d, -- : Ra ‘Soon fhe grew like ony bear, i _¢ Brak’ my fhins, and, when I tippl’ 7 ra cab out my very haint Ra, XIV. ( iy i) 2 “a 0B For'a-weel quietly knuck!’ qe RR ‘ But whan nacthing would prevail, — Re (4 de a: . © Up my claes and cath T buck ‘ Bee r for hay 2h weel. b Ate e J ‘*. Then her din grew vs and. lefs sas ‘ © Haith I gart her change hémjtune ; ¢ Now a better wife than Befly ‘« Never ftept in leather fhoon, XVI, ¢ Try this, Watty.—Whan ye fee her ¢ Ragin’ like a roarin’ flood, . - © Swear that moment that ye’ll lea’ her; » ‘ That’s the way to keep her pee hy XVII. Laughing, fangs, and laffes” ita Echo’d now out thro’ the roof: Done! quo’ Pate, and fyne his arles Nail’d the Dryfter’s wauket loof. ~ XVUL . I’ the thrang ©’ ftories telling, Shaking han’syand joking queer; Swith! a chap comes.on the hallan, “¢ Mungo! is our Watty here ?” “ XIX. Maggy’s wee! kent tongue and hurry; Dartet thro’ him like a knife, Up the door few—like a fury, » In came Watty’s {cawlin’ wife. XKei +g & Nafly, guie- Ge race 4 « Oye fnuffy drucken fow { «« Bringin’ wife an’ weans to ruin, «¢ Drinkin’ here wi’ fic a crew f XX. * ts Devi hor your legs war broken ! & Sic a life na fleth endures—= s¢ Toilin’ like a ta, to fioken - “¢ You, ye dyvour, and your *hores#! c ee ee « Rife! ye drucken beaft o” Bethel! __ «“ Drink’s your night and day’s defire ; Rife, this a. cor faith Vil « Fling your whifky i the fire!” XXUL. Watty heard her tongue unhallowt, Pay’d his groat wi’ little din,” Left the houfes while Maggy fallowty ' Flyting a’ the road behin’, » XXIV. Fowk frae every door cam’ Jampin’, Maggy curft them ane and a’, Clappet wi’ her han’s, and tampin’, Loft her bauchels i’*the fna’, XXV. Hame, at length, fhe turn’d the gavel, Wi’ a face as white’s a clout, Ragin’ like a very devil, Kickin’. ftools and chairs about. XXVL * Ye'll fit wi? your limmers round ye! | “ Hang you, Sir! Vl be your death ! * Little hauds my han’s, confound you! « But I cleave you to the teeth.” XXVII. Watty, wha midft this oration By’d her, whiles, but durfina’ fpeak, Sat like patient Refignation Trem ling by the ingle cheeles Rw ; XXVIIT “se RS . Sad his wee drap brofe he fippet, ie _ Maggy’s tongue gaed like a bell, , : Quietly to his bed he flippet, ~ Sighin’ af’en to himfel*. arent XXIX | 8 Nane are free frae june votion, ¢ Hk ane has his ills to dree ; oe: »\ Boel ip Me coe £ » 5 » ay & » or) » oy ej » 4 > fg ne * But thro’ a’ the hale creat « Is a mortal vext' like me!” © eX A’ night lang he rowt and gauntet, Sleep or reft he cou’dna tak’ ; Maggy, aft wi’ horror tiitaeet,. Munmlin’, ftartet at his back. 4 9 RES mad as e’er the morning peepet, Up raife Watty, waefu’ chiel, » Kifs’d his weanies while they fleepet, Wakent Meg, and fought fareweel. XXXII. « Fareweel, Meg !—And, O! may Heav’n *¢ Keep you ay within his care: s¢ Watty’s heart ye’ve lang been grievin’ ’ “ Now he’ll never fath you mair. * XXXII. ss Happy could I been befide you, s¢ Happy baith at morn and e’en: f¢ A’ the ills did e’er betide you, ** Waity ay turn’d out your frien’. A KXKIV. & ‘But ye ever like to fee me *¢ Vext and fighin’ late and air.— s* Fareweel, Meg! I’ve fworn to lea’ thee, s* So thou’ll never fee me mair,” XXXV, © Meg, a > pabbin’ » fae to lofe him, Sic a change had never wilt, Held his han’ clofe to her bofom, While her heart was like to bruft. id BS ¢ XXXVI. iy + « O, my Watty! will ye lea’ me, eho «¢ Frien’lefs, helplefs, to defpair ! « ©} for this ae time forgi’e me; «* Neven will I vex you mair,” « Aye! ye’ve aft faid that, and broken «: A’ your vows ten times a week. , «¢ No, no, Meg! See !—there’s a token « Glitt’ring on my bonnet check. : XXXVI. « Owre the feas I march this morning, « Liftet, teftet, {worn an’ a’, « Forc’d by your confotinded girning ; «© Fareweel, Meg ! for Prt awa’. XXXIX. ! . Then poor Maggy’s tears and clamour © Gubht afrefh, and louder grew, -- While the weans, wi’ motrnfu’ yaumier, Round their fabbin’ mother flew. XL. « Thro’ the yirth ’ll wauner wi’? you— ’ “« Stay,O Watty! flay at hame. s¢ Here, upo’ rity knees, Vl give you a pe vow yé like to name. XLI. s¢ See your poor yourlg lammiés pleadin’ ; « Will ye gang an’ break our heart ! « No a of€to put our headin t | « No a frien’ to take out part?” sth aa XL. ne 2 Som Iika word came like a bullet ; Watty’s heart begoud to fhake ; Ona kift he laid his wallet, Dightet baith his een and fpake. XLII. _ Tfance mair Icou’d by writing -) © Lea’ the fogers and ftay dag & Wad you {wear to drap your fyting 7”” “ Yes, ves yes, 1 will. 3 m ) XLIV. _ Then,” quo’ Watty, *-mind be honeft: « _ Ay to keep your temper ftrive ; ae it ‘ye break this (i) promife, . “s¢ Never mair expec to thrives XLV. “ Marget Howe, this hour ye folemn “ Swear by every thing that’s gude. « «¢ Ne’er again your: {poufe to {cawl’ him, s¢ While life warms your heart and blood: = § XLVI. ‘ ¢ That ye’ll ne’er in Mungo’s feek me,— : <¢ Ne’er put drucken to my name— : « Never out at e’ening fleck me— « Never gloom-whan I come hames , XLVH. « That ye’ll ne’er, like Befly Miller, “¢ Kickemy fhins, or rug my hair-- 8° Laftly, I'm to keep the filler. “ This upo” your faul ye fwear? - » XLVIII. » 6 O—h!” quo Meg,— Se Aweel,” quo’ Waitys _ Fareweel !—faith Pll try the feas.”” ., « © ftan’ fill,” quo’ Meg, arid grat ay ; “© Ony,—ony way ye pleafe,” ; XLEX. ; Magey fyne, becaufe he preft hen Swore to a’ thing owre again: © Watty lap, and dane’d, and kifs’d her ; Wow! but he was won’rous fain. — L, Down he threw his flaff vitorious; A gaed bonnet, claés, and fhoon; ~ Syne aneath the blankets, glorious ! Held anither Hianey+Mvon. TT ugal “<< = SIR JAMES THE ROSS: * MG, 2. —- FF OX<-— AN HisPORICAL SCOTTIS. Br BALL AD. . Oe Of all the Scottifo Northern chiefsy Of high and warlike name, Thebraveft was Sir Fames the Rofiy A knight of meikle fames } GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR AND SOLD BY Brath & Reid. Pay ” SIR JAMES THE ROSS. —>>Oo<<- AN HISTORICAL SCOTTISH BALLAD. ——Oe ra Or all the Scottifh Northern chiefs, Of high and warlike name, The braveft was Sir James the Rofs, A knight of meikle fame. “a His growth was as the tufted firr, That crowns the mountain’s brow; And waving o’er his fhoulders broad, Tlis locks of yellow flew. 3 The chieftain of that brave clan, Rofs, > A firm undaunted band ; Five hundred warriors drew the fword, — Beneath his high command : 4 In bloody fight thrice has he ftood, Againft the Englifh keen, Ere two and twenty opening fprings This blooming youth had feen. » 5 The fair Matilda, dear he lov’d, A maid of beauty rare; Even Margaret on the Scottifh throne, ° Was never half fo fair. 6 Lang had he woo’d, lang fhe refus’d, With feeming fcorn and pride, = Yet aft her eyes confefs’d the love Mer fearful words deny’d. C79 Brave Rofs thou.art betray’d, And ruin’d by thofe means, fhe cried, From whence I hop’d thine.aid. i | 40 By this the valiant knight awak’d, ‘Phis virgin’s cry he heard; And up he rofe and drew his f{word, When the fierce band appear’d. . = at Your fword laft night my brother flew, His blood yet dims its fhine; And ere the rifing of the fun, Your blood fhall reek on mine. 42 You word it well, the chief return’d, But deeds approve the man; Set by your‘men, and hand to hand, We'll try what valour can: 43 Oft boafting hides a coward’s heart, @ My weighty fword you fear, ‘ Which fhone in front, in Floddon-field, When you kept in the rear. 44 With dauntlefs ftep he forward ftrode, And dar’d him-to the fight; Then Greme-gave back and fear’d his army For well he knew his might. 45 Four of his men, the braveft four, Sunk down beneath his fword; But ftill he fcorn’d the poor revenge, And fought their haughty Lord. 46 Behind him bafely came the Greme, And wounded him in the fide ; Out {pouting came the purple gore, And all bis tartans dy’d. $9 She wrung her hands aiid tore her hair; + ee | eee 4 47 But yet hisfword quitté@ not the gripe, am Nor dropt he to the por a r dalla Till through his enemy’s heart hieeel ne % Had fore’d a mortal wounds - bw singe 4 489Greme like a tree with wind 0 eithrowny bil a Fell breathlef on the clay; ft 7 es . nd down befide him funk aig Rofs, $525 oft 4 And faintings dying lay, § ayes a 49 The fadéMatilda fiw him fall; or .* O fpare his life, the ery’d, R : - ._. Lord Buchan’s daughter begs his life, a. 4 Mi DE her not be‘deny’d. ‘ “ tie 36g! Her swell: Mow voice the hero heard, rig m * He rais’d his death-clos’d eyes, 5 And fix’d them on the weeping maid, > é 5 4 _ And ey thus nigga : : By Dest arreit deny’d; : My race is run ——Adieu, my dents *< - The fwerd, yet warm from fis left fide, a a += With frantic hand the drew; phe 4 ~~ > O<<— Tell them wha cry * this Tale is auld,” A better never yet was tauld. —==3t0 OO O00e——— GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR AND SOLD BY Brath & Reid. RANE WAN eae: Now lend ‘your lugs, ye benders fine, Wha ken the henefit of wine; ; | And you wha laughing, feud brown ale, Leave poke wee and hear a fale. iy ve An howeft Miller dwall’d in Fife, “That had ¥ young and wanton Wie, Wha fometimes thol’d the parifh Pricft io o mak her mah a twa-horn’d bea#: ite 4 > ee - He endeavour’d aft to make him happys, © = + iin aut Ce He paid right mony vifits till her, And to keep in. with, Habythe Millers, 5 9 >> 7 Whiere’er he kend the ale was nappy- Such condefcenfion in a paftor, - Knit Halbert’s love to him the fafter 5 And by his converfe, troth tis true, Hah learn’d to preach when he was fou. Thus all the three wére wond’rous pleas’d,. The wife well fetv’d; the man well eas’d, Hab ground his corn, the Prieft did cherifh Himfell with dining round the parifh. Befs, the goodwife, thought it nac fkaith, Since fhe was fit, to ferve them baith. When equal is the night and day, And Ceres gives the fchools the play, A youth fprung from a gentle pater Bred at St. Andrew’s elma mater, Ae day gawn hameward, it fell lates. And him benighted'by the gate: "So lie without, pit-mirk did fhore him,. Jie coudna fee his thumb before him ; ‘But, clack-—clack—clack, he heard a milly. Which led him by the lugs theretill.. . Fo'take the thread of tale alang, ‘This mill to Halbert did belang, ‘Nor lefs this note your notice claims, The {cholar’s name was Mafter James. Now, fmiling .mufe, the prelude paft, - Smndothly relate, a tale fhalllaft . . As lang as Alps and Grampian hills, _ As lang as wind or water mills, Bet de, te In enter’d James, Hab faw and kend himy beep 2 § And offer’d kindly. to befriend; him... » Na Cie With fic good cheer as he cou’d makey ss ovp Baith for his ain and father’s fake. "= ages ‘The fcholar thought himfelf right iped) And gave him thanks in terms well-breds a, Ay (33) Quoth Hab, ¢ Icanna Jeave my mill ~ «6 As yet;—but flap ye wait the kal “ A bow-fhot,-and ye’ll find my hame: << Gae warm.ye, and crack with our dame, << Till I fet aff the mill, fyne we « Shall tak what Befly has to gi’e.” ~ James, in yeturn, what’s handfome faid, O’er lang to tell; and aff he gade. . Out of the houfefome light did fhme, Which led him till’t as with a line: Arriv’d, he knock’d,—for doors were fteekit;— Straight through a window Belly keekic, And cries,* Wha’s that gi’es fowk a fright « At fic untimous time of night?’ James, with good humour, moft diicreetly, Told her his circumftance completely. «I dinna ken ye,’ quoth the Wife, « And up and down the thieves are rife; ¢ Within my lane, am bat a woman, © Sae Pil unbar my door to nae man ;— © But fince ’tis very like, my dow, ¢ That all ye’re telling may be true, ‘ Hae, there’s a key, gang in your way « At the neift door,—there’s braw ait’ftrae;— - * Streck down upon’t my lad, and learn * They’re no ill lodg’d wha get a barn.’ ‘Thus, after meikle clitter clatter, James faud he cou’dna mend the matter ; And fince it might na better be, With refignation took the key, Unilock’d the barn—clamb-up the mou, Where was an opening near the hou, ‘Throw which he faw a glint of light That gave diverfion to his fight : By this he quickly cou’d difcern A thin wa’ feparate houfe and barn, And through this rive was in the wa’, All done within the houfe-he faw: = oe SoS: ( 473 He faw (what ought not to be feen, 63 And fearce gied credit to his een) t : The parifh prieft of reverend fame : Tn adtive courtfhip with the dame— : ‘To lengthen out defcription here, Wou’d but offend the modeft ear, And beet the lewder youthfu’ flamey « Which we by fatire ftrive to tame. Suppofe the wicked action o’er, And James continuing ftill to glowr : He faw the wife as faft as able, Spread a clean fervite on the table, And fyne, frae the ha’ ingle bring ben A piping-het young roafted hen, And twa good bottles out and clear, Ane of ftrong ale, and ane of beer. But wicked luck, juft as the prieft Shot in his fork in chucky’s breaft, Th’ unwelcome Miller gied a roar, Cry’d, “ Befiy, hafte ye open the door!”’—-. With that the haly letcher fled, And darn’d himfell behint a bed; , While Bev: huddl’d a’ things by, : ‘That nought the cuckold might efpys; Syne loot him in,-—but out of tune Speer’d why he left the mill fae foon ; “ T come,”’ faid he, “¢ as manners claims, “To waitand crack wi’ Mafler James, “¢ Which I fhou’d do, tho’ ne’er fae bifly ; ; «I fent him here, goodwife, where ishe??. - = * Ye fent him here!’ (queth Befly grumbling) ‘ Kend I this James!—A chiel came rumbling. © ‘ But how was I affur’d, whem dark, ‘ That he hdd been nae thieyith fpark, ¢ Or fome rude wencher, gotten a dofe, ¢ That a eh wife cou’d ill oppefe ?? is “ Bur what came.of him? {peak nae langer* Cries Malbert,: in a Highland anger. es ae ©] fent him to the barn,’ quoth fhe: «¢ Gae quickly bring him in,” quoth he. James was brought in—the Wife was bawked— The Prieft ftood clofe—the Miller cracked— Syne fpeer’d his fulky gloomy fpoufe, What fupper fhe had in the houfe, Vhat might be fuitable to gi’e Ane of their lodger’s quality? Quoth fhe, ¢ Ye may well ken, good-man, ¢ Your feaft comes frae the parritch-pan: ¢ The ftov’d or roafted we afford, « Are aft great ftrangers on our board.’ ‘* Parritch,” quoth Hab, ¢ ye fenfelefs tawpie! «¢ Think ye this Youth’s a gilly-gawpy ; * Or that his gentle ftamock’s matter “ To worry up.a pint of plaitter, ‘‘ Like our mill knaves that lift the laiding, «¢ Whafe kytes can rax out like raw plaiding, Swith, roaft a hen, or fry fome chickens, s¢ And fend for ale frae Maggy Picken’s.’’ ¢ Aye, aye,’ quoth fhe, ¢ ye may well ken, ¢? Tis ill brought but that’s no there ben; ‘ Whan but laft owk, nae farder gane, ‘ The laird got.a’ to pay his kain.’ ‘Then James, wha had as good a guefs OF what was in the houfe as Befs, With pawky fimile this plea to end, To pleafe himfell, and eafe his friend, Pirft open’d with a flee oration His wondrous fkill in conjuration. Said he,—‘ By this fell art I’m able ‘ To whopaff any great man’s table ‘ Whate’er I like to makea mail 0” ~ Either in part, or yet the hail 07; © And, if ye pleafe, Vl fhaw my art.’ — Cries Halbert— Faith, with a’ my heart !””— Beis fain’d herfell,—cry’d ¢ Lord, be here!’ And near hand fella fwoon wi’ fears 9+. 0? a ee ( oe | James leughj—and bade her naithing dread, Syne to conjuring went with fpeed And fir he drew a circle round, Then-utter’d mony a magic found Of words, part Latin, Greek, and Dutch, Enough to fright a very witch: That done, James fays, * Now, now, "tis come, — * And in the boal befide the Jum: * Now fet the board; goodwife, gaze ben, ¢ Bring frae yon boal a reafted hen.’ She wadna gang, but Hatiby ventur’d ; And foon as he the antbrie enter’d, Tt fmell’d fae weil, fhort time he fought it, But, wond’ring, "tween ‘his hands he brought it. He view’d it rowad, and thrice he fmell’d it, Syne with a gencle touch he felt it. Thus dlka fenfe he did conveen, Left: glamour had beguil’d his‘een? They.all, in an united body, Declar’dit a fine fat how towdy. “Nae mair about it,’ quoth the Miller, *¢ The hen looks well, and we'll fa’ till . * Ye might be my gutchard; auld Donald, gae *wal Cd IV. ¢i’m gaun to meet Johnny, he’s young and he’s bonny; * He’s been at Meg’s bridal, fou trig and fou braw! * Othere’s nane dauce fae lightly, fae gracefu’, iae tightly, | * His cheeks are like rofes, his brow’s like the fnaw. | v. hide asi | * Dear Marton let that flee ftick fall to the wa; | Your Jock’s but a gowk, and has nacthing ava’ | The hale o? bis pack, he has now on his back; | 6 He’s thretty, and I'm but threefcore and tra / Vi. | Be frank now and kindly: (ll bufk you ay fi iialys © Atkirk or at market they’ll nane gang fae bra’; _@ A bein houfe to bidein, a chaifefor to ride in, ~ ** And flunkies to tend ye as faft as ye ca’,” Vil. | * My father’s ay tell’d me, my mither and a’, |* Ye’d mak’ a gude hufband, and keep me ay bras |* It’s true { lo’e Johnny, he’s gude and he’s beam § But wacs me! P ken he has ndething ava! — VUE. \* l hae little tocher; you’ve madea gude offer; «Ym now mair than twenty; my time is but fma’y \¢ Sac gi’ eme ia plandy; (il creep in’ befide ye, (¢ Pthoaght ye'd been aulder-tian threcizore ant fas" Soe C8 )e IX. She crap in ayont him, befide the ftane wa’, Whar Johnny was lift’ning, and heard her tell a’, The day was appointed, his proud heart it dunted, And ftrack ’gainft his fide as if burfting in twa. Xx. He wander’d hame weary, the night it was dreary! And thowlefs, he cint his gate dcep mang the f{na’ ; The hewlet was fereaming, while Johnny cried, © Women Wad marry the devil wad he keep them bra’.” XI. O the deel’s in the laffes! fae fond to gang bra’, They’ll lic down wi’ auld men o’ rour score and TWA; The hale o’ this marriage, is gowd and a carriage ; Plain Luve is the cauldeft blaft now that can bla’! XII. Yet dotards be wary, tak’ tent wha ye marry; Young wives in their coaches will whip and will ca’; Till they'll mcet wi fome Johnny, that’s youthfu’ and bonny, fnd he’ll gi’e ye horns on ilk haflit to claw! FINIS, | A CELEBRATED BALLAD. TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF BURGER. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR AND SOLD BY¥ | Brafh & Reid. = Ar break of day, with frightful dreams Lenora firuggled fore : My William, art thou flain, faid fhe, | Or doft thou love no more ? 2 He went abroad with Richard’s hoft, The Paynim foes to quell; But he no word to her had wrote, If he were fick or well. 3 With found of trump, and beat of drum, -_ ‘ His fellow-foldiers come ; ‘°s : P Their helms bedeck’d with oaken boughsy | They feek their long’d-for home. 4 And ev’ry road and ev’ry lane Was full of old and young, » To gaze at the rejoicing band, _ To hail with gladfome tor.gue. 5 © Thank God!” their wives and children faid,.- id « Welcome !”’ the brides did fay + A But greet or kiS Lenora gave _ Tonone og that day.. ep st D. Dap teNOoR Ay me Vip ee og oi ol): f li $ Bs - | sate i i Sa ek i Ds, S . “tq % May be, among the heathen fol (“2 ~6 She afk’d of all the paffing trainy For him fhe wifh’d to fee: But none of all the paffing train Could tell if lived he. ° 7 And when the foldiers all were bys. ~ She tore her raven hair. And caft herfelf upon the ground In furious defpair. $ Her mother ran and lift her up;: And clafped in her arm, “« My child, my child, what doft thou ail ¥ God fhield thy life from harm !” “ O mother, mother! William’s gone! What’s all befide to me? There is no mercy, fure, above ! All, all were fpar’d but he !” i) “ro “'Kneel down, thy Paternofter’ fay, «¢ Twill calm thy troubled fp’rit The Lord is wife, the Lord is good; What he hath doneis right.” rr “ Omother, mother! fay not fo; Moft cruel is my fate: I pray’d, and pray’d; but what avail’d 7 54 Tis now, alas! too late?” 32 “ Our Heavenly Father;tif we pray;. Willhelp a fufl’ring childs. | Go take tlie holy facrament; ‘f So fhall thy grief grow mild.’” - | “ O mother, ‘what I feel withiny — "9s av No facrament can flay ; ae id ae No facrament can teach the dead To bear the fight of day!” a hg ied w& Thy William falfe doth prove, —*)’ Sy And puts away his faith and trothy 9)” (And. takes another lovey “97 ae oo we che Ca) 35 Then wherefore forrow for his lof? a Thy moans are all in vain: hs And when his foul and body part,” @His falfehood brings him pain.” 16 “ O mother, mother! gone is gone: My hope is.all forlorn ; The grave my only fafeguard is— O, had I ne’er been born ! 17 ‘Go out, go out, my lamp of life; fs In grifly darknefs die: There is no mercy, fure, above ! For ever let me die.” 18 “ Almighty God! O do not judge °3 My poor unhappy child ; She knows not what her lips pieeccedhs os ie Her anguifh makes her wild. viet peccahees 19 My girl, forget thine earthly wo, 85 And think on God and blifs ; For fo, at leaft, fhall not thy foul Its heavenly bridegroom mifs.”” zo * O mother, mother ! what is blifs, ah Ses And what the fiendis cell ? 4 eae With him ’tis heaven any where, ae Without my William, hell. gee te 21 Go out, go out, my lamp of life ; os ae In endlefs darknefs die : Without him I muft loath the earth, Without him feorn the fky.”” 22, And fo defpair did rave and rage _ Athwart her boiling veins ; * » Againft the Providence of Heav’n Y * She hurl’d her impious ftrains. he Beat her breaft, and wrung her hands, . h ii And roll’d her tearlefs eye, a ay) a a * Trom rife of morn, till the pale ftars Sm ‘ _ Again did freck the fky. Come a4 When hark! abroad fhe heard the apes Of nimble-hoofed fteed ; She heard a knight with clank scabs And climb the flair in fpeed. And foen fhe heard a tinkling hand, That twirled at the pin; And thro’ her door, that epen’d not, Thefe words were breathed in. 26 “ What ho! what ho! thy door undo; Art watching or afleep? My love, dofl yet remember me, And doft thou laugh or weep ?”” 2 Hn 27 “ Ah! William, here fo late at night ! Oh! I have watch’d aad wak’d: Whence doft thou come? For thy return My heart hath forely ach’d.” a8 * At midnight only we may ride; Icome o’er land and fea: I mounted late, but foon I go 5 Arife, and come with me.” ag “ O! William, enter firft my bow’r, And give me one embrace : ‘The blafts athwart the hawthorn hif ; Await a little face.” go “ The blafts athwart the hawthorn hits, I may not harbour here ; My fpur is fharp, my courfer paws, My hour of flight is near. al All as thou lieft upon thy couch, Arife, and mount behind; To-night we'll ride a thoufand miles, The bridal bed to find.’” : 32 “ How! ride to-night a thoufand miles ? Thy love thou doft bemock: Eleven isthe firoke that flill Rings on wiin tlre clock,” 3 ‘ Css) 33 “ Look’ up; the moon is bright, and we Outftride the earthly men: V’'ll take thee to the bridal bed, And night fhall end but then.’ 34 * And where is then thy houfe and home ; And where thy bridal bed }”’ “ *Tis narrow, filent, chilly, dark ; Far hence I reft my head,’ 35 “ And is there any room for me, Wherein that I may creep?” «< There’s room enough for thee and me, Wherein that we may fleep. 36 Allas thou lieft upon thy couch, Arife, no longer ftop ; The wedding euetts thy coming wait, The chamber door is ope.” 37 Allin her fark, as there the lay, Upon his horfe fhe fprung ; And with her lily hands fo pale About her William clung. 38 And hurry-fkurry forth they go," Unheeding wet or dry ; And horfe and rider fnort and blow, And fparkling pebbles fly. “39 How fwsift the flood, the mead, the wood, Aright, aleft, are gone ! The bridges thunder as they pals, But earthly found is none. 4o Tramp, tramp, acrofs the land they {pecd ; Splath, fplafh, acrofs the fea: ¢* Hurrah! the dead can ride apace ; Doft fear to ride with me? ahs moon is bright, and blue the night ; ae Doft quake the blaft to flem? Doft fudder, maid, to feek the dead ?”? “« « No, no, but what of them? { 42 Tow glumly founds yon dirgy fong! ” Nighteavere flap the wing. What knell doth flowly toll dingedong? The'pfalms of death who fing? 43 It creeps, the fwarthy funeral train, The corfe is on the bier ; Like croak of toads from lonely muirs, The chaunt doth meet the ear.” 44 “ Go bear her corfe when midnight’s paft, With fong, and tear, and wail ; V’ve got my wife, I take her home, My hour of wediock hail. 45 Lead forth, O clerk, the chaunting quire, To {well our nuptial fong: Come, prieft, and read the bleffing foon ; For bed, for bed, we long.” 46 They heed his call, and hufh’d the found ; The bier was feen no more; And follow’d him o’er field and flood Yet fafter than before. 47 Halloo! halloo! away they go, Unheeding wet or dry ; And horfe and rider fnort and blow, And fparkling pebbles fly. 48 How fwift the hill, how fwift the dale, Ar ight, aleft are gone! By hedge and tree, by por and town, “They gallop, gallop 49 Tramp, tramp, acvok e iid they fpeed ; Splath, fplafh, acrofs the fea ; ss Hurrah! the déad can ride apace ; Doft fear to ride with me? — 50 Look up, lock up, an airy crew Yn roundel dances reel: The moon is bright, and blue the night, May’ft dimly fee them wheel. , a ee ee ee eee i i i I : ' 55 Tramp, tramp, acrofs the land they fpecd}. Splath, fplath, acrofs the fea: « Hurrah! the dead can ride apace ; Doft fear to ride with me? : * Ce} “gt Come to, come to, ye ghoftly crew, 9) Come to, and follow me, And dance for us the wedding d. When we in bed fhall be.”’ §2 And bruh, brufh, brufh, the ghoftly crew Come wheeling o’er their heads, ~ All ruftling like the wither’d leaves That wide the whirlwind fpreads. | 53 Halloo! halloo! away they go, Unheeding wet or dry ; And horfe and rider fhort and blow, And fparkling pebbles fly. | 64 And all that in the moon-fhine lays, Behind them fled afar ; And backward fcudded over head, The fky and every flar. 56 I ween the cock prepares to crow; The fand will foon be run: I {nuff the early morning air ; Down, down! our work is done, 57 The dead, ‘the dead can ride peace us Our wed-bed here is fit: Our race is rode, our journey o’er, Our endlefs — 58 And lo! an iron-graftd gate Soon beacons to their view: He crack’d his whip; the clanging boltsy he doors afander flew. 59 They pafs, and *twas on graves they trod; «?Tis hither we are bound :”” And many a tomb-ftone ghoftly white Lay inthe mocnfhine round. (8h) REP 60 And when he from his fteed alight, His armour, black as cinder, Did meoulder, moulder all away, As it made of tinder. 61 His head became naked fkull ; No hair nor een had he: His body grew a fkeleton, Ere while fo blyth to fee. 62 And at his dry and bonny heel No fpur was left to be; And inhis wither’d hand you might The icythe and hour-glafs fee. 63 And lo!. his fleed did thin’ to fmoke, And charna!-fires outbreath ; ‘The maid from underneath. _ 64 And hollow howlings hung inair, 65 But onward to the judgment-feat, Thro’ mift and moon-light drear, The ghofily crew their flight purfluey And hollow in her ear:— 66 “ Be patient, tho’ thine heart foould break, Arraign not Heav' ns decree ; Thou now art of thy body reft, Thy foul forgiven bef . And pal’d, and bleach’d, then vanifh’d quite od Fete And fhrieks from yaults arofe. ‘Then knew the maid the might no more eS Her living eyes unclofe. te Ree eS ee ae THE 4 ies LASS OF FAIR WONE Ef OR, aan ane PARSON’s DAUGHTER BETRAYED. —=>00 90 000. A CELEBRATED BALLAD, TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF BURGER. =a *¢ Ts there, in buman form, that bears a heart, . 4 wretch ! a villain! loft io lave aad truih £ eo! | “* That can, with fludied, fly, enfnaring art, 3 “ Betray feet Jenny's uafufpedting youl? ee i © Curfe on bis ferjur'd arts! diffembliag fmscth! | Are honour, virtue, confeience, all exil’d? “Is there no pity, no relenting ruth “ Points ta the parents fondling o'er their child? } . 5 b BAN : + * Then paints the ruin’d maid, and their diffradiion wild 1? Burns. ” 4 j / ® i {. s . ’ a rf ir GLASGOW: 44 ‘i PRINTED FOR AND SOLD py ss ‘Brath & Reid. THE LASS OF FAIR WONE. Besrs the parfon’s bower of yew Why ftrays a troubled fpright, That peaks and pines, and dimly shines Thro’ curtains of the night? i Why fleals along the pond of toads A gliding fire fo blue, That lights a fpot where grows no graf "Where falls no rain nor dew? I. The parfon’s daughter once was good, And gentle as a dove, 4 _ And young and fair,—and many came To win the damfel’s love. IV. High o'er the hamlet, from the hill, 4 Beyond the winding ftream, The windows of a ftately houfe In fheen of evening gleam. V. There dwelt, in riot, rout, and roary. _ A lord fo frank and free; That oft, with inward joy of aaa 3 The maid beheld-his gees =F os Be VE: 7a Whether he met the wale day, ~ Ia hunting trim fo fine, Or tapers, fparkling from his hall, Befhone the midnight wine. p a Lo ee He fent the maid his picture, girt With diamond, pearl, and gold; And filken paper, feet with mufk, This gentlesmeffage told: VE « Let go thy fweethearts, one and all; «¢ Shalt thou be bafely woo'd, «¢ That worthy art to gain the heart « OF youths of noble blood? Ix. << The tale I would to thee bewray, ‘In fecret mufi be faid: ¢ At midnight hour Vil feck thy bower, ¢ Fair lafs, be not afraid. - TR i. f ‘al 4¢ And when the amorous nightingale : « Sings fweetly to his mate, ~'« «Vl pipe my quail-call from the fields s¢ Be kind, nor make me wait.’ near XI. In cap and mantle: clad he came,, At night, with lonely tread; ft _ Unieen, and filent as a mitt, And hufh’d the dogs with bread. ¢ SEDI Wa A » And w en the amorous nightingale . i Sung fweeily to his mate, ba ~ She heard his guail-call rea field, i | "And, ak! ne’er made him wait. ay ( 4 ) XII. The words he whifper’d were fo foft, They won her ear and heart: How foon will fhe, who loves, believe! Tiow deep a lover’s art! XIV. No Jure, no foothing guife, he fpar’d, To banifh virtuous fhame; He call’d on holy God above, As witnefs to his flame. Sue, oe Iie clafp’d her to his breaft, and {wore To be for ever true: ‘© yield thee to my wifhful arms, « Thy choice thou fhalt not rue.’ XVI. And while fhe ftrove, he drew her on, And led her to the bower So fall, fo dim—and round ahout ’ Sweet fmell’d the beans in flower. XVI. ‘There beat her heart, and heav’d her breaft, And pleaded every fenfe: And there the glowing breath of luft Did blah her innocence. XVIII. But when the fragrant beans began Their failaw blooms to fhed, Her fparkline eyes their luftre loft; Tler cheek; its rofes fled: XIX. And when fie fuw the pods increafe, The ruddicr cherries fiain, She felt her filken robe grow tight, Her wait new weight fuftain. — ~~ pe ae dS tt ny me ie Coy 9) XX. And when the mowers went afieldj .- - - ., The yellow corn to ted, Dien gf She felt her burden ftir within, \ And shook with tender dread. XXi. And when the winds of autumn hift Along the ftubble field; Then could the damfel’s piteous plight No longer be conceal’d. XX. Uer fire, a harfh and angry man, With furious voice revil’d: sé Hence from my fight! Ill none of thee « J harbour not thy child.” XXIII. And faft, amid her fluttering hair, _ _ With clenched fift he gripes, And feiz’d a leathern thong, and lath’é Her fide with founding ftripes. ) XXIV. Her lily fkin, fo foft and white, Ie ribb’d With bloody wales; And thruft her out, tho’ black the night, Tho’ feet and form affails. XXV. Up the harfh rock, on flinty paths, The maidén had te roam; On tottering feet fre grop’d her wayy And fought her lover’s home. >» m KV. : A mother thou hat made cf me, “ Before thou mad’it a wife: & For this, upon my tender breaft, “ Thefe livid ftriges are rife: ( 6) XXVIL. : « Behold.”—And then, with bitter fobs, She funk upon the floor— &¢ Make good the evil thou haft wrought; “ My injur’d name reftore.’”” » XXVIII. ¢ Poor foul; Pll have thee hous’d and nurs’d ; ¢ Thy terrors I lament. £ Stay here; we'll have fome further talk— The old one fhall repent”.— XXIX. 6‘ J have no time to reft and wait; “¢ That faves not my good name: «Jf thou with honeft foul hafl fworn ' & © leave me not to fhame; XXX. s¢ But at the holy altar be «¢ Our union fan¢tified; & Before the people and the prieft « Receive mé for thy bride.” XXXI. 9 g * Unequal matches mutt notiblot ‘ Phe honours of my-"line; ¢ Art thou of wealth or rank for me, ¢ To harbour thee, as mine? XRXIL ¢ What’s fit and fair Pll do for thee; ‘ Shalt yet retain my love— * Shalt wed my huntfman—and we'll thes. * Our former tranfports prove.’ = ~ / RS tlt roche A & Thy wicked foul, hard-heartedman, | * | ‘¢ May pangs in hell await! % Sure, if not fuited for thy bride 1. s¢ J was not for thy mate. » — ore ee. Co 3h j XXXIV. “© Go, feek a fpoufe of nobler blood « Nor God’s juft judgments dread— & So fhall, ere long, fome bafé-born wretch \, s-Defile thy marriage bed. XXXV. « Then, traitor, feel how wretched they «In hopelefs fhame immertt; « Then fmite thy forehead on the wall «‘ While horrid curfes burft.. XXXVI. « Roll thy-diy eyes in wild defpair— é “ Unfooth’d thy grinning wo: s¢ Thro’ thy: pale temples fire the ball, a « And fink to fiends below.” ’ XXXVI Collected, then, fhe ftarted up, 2 And, thro’ the hiffing fleet, Thro’ thorn and brier, thro’ flood and miré,’ She fled with bleeding feet. : XXXVUI. «“ Where now,” fhe cry’d, “my gravious God! « What refuge have I left?” And reach’d the garden of her home, Of hope in man bereft. XICXIX. On hand and foot the feebly crawl’d Beneath the bower unbleft; Where withering leaves and gathering fiow : Prepar’d her only reft. XL. ‘There rending pains and darting throes Affail’d her fhuddering frame; - And frovt her womb a lovely boy, | With wail and weeping came. eo (i XLI.. - Forth from her hair a filver pin With hafty hand fhe drew, And preft againft its tender heart, And the fweet babe fhe flew. XLII. Whene’er the aé& of blood was done Her foul its guilt abhorr’d; s¢‘ My Jefus! what has been my deed?, «¢ Have mercy on me, Lord!” XLII. With bloody nails, befide the pond, - Its fhallow grave the tore: * There reft in God; there fhame and want © ‘¢ Thou can’ft not fuffer more: XLIV. s Me vengeance waits. My poor, poor child, «Thy woand fhall bleed afreth, «When ravens from the gallows tear “Thy mother’s mould’ring flefh.”— XLV. ) Hard by the bower her gibbet ftands: Her fkull is ftill to fhow; Tt feems to eye the barren grave, Three {pans in length below. XLVI. That is the fpot where grows no grafs; Where falls no rain nor dew: Whence fteals along the pond of toads oi A hovering fire fo blue. XLVIT. And nightly, when the ravens come, Her ghoftis {een to glide. Purfues and tries to quench the flame, : And pines the pool befide, ' FIDN WSs a ee ee H. nu. MONSIEUR TONSON. A Tere, WRITTEN BY MR. TAYLOR, > AND RECITED IN LONDON 3% BY MR. FAWCE fF, TO CROWDED AUDIENCES WITH UNIVERSAD APPLAUSE. é oi GLASCOWR i * pt) PRINTED FOR AND SOLD BY Brahh & Reid, | * : re * 5 “| MONSIEUR TONSON. *.: T: HERE liv’d, as Fame reports, in days of yores. At lealk fomedifty years ago, or more,” ; A pléafant Wight in town, nam’d Tom Kine, A ieilow that was clever at a joke,, » ; Sper in all the arts to teaze and Sireke, in fhort for flrokes of “ae the thing's ‘ : ; thy fo jnaidia jovial Club: Tom Kine was knowm "9 7 With whowt his adtive wit unrivall’d fhone— 4 Choices Spirit, grave Free Mafon, Buck and Bloody World crowd his Stories and Box Mots to hear, » And nope a difappointment e’er could fear, ‘Yom’s humour flow’d in fuch a copious flood, phe eat) RN dag 44 Sena 4 ; NI. PS ig fo) him a frolic was a high delight— ens ‘ ‘ ‘a frolic Tox 1 would hunt for day and night, ; Cerclefs-how Prudesce on the fpozt mitt, frow tae ot ay pleafant mifchief fprang to views) ie nonce: oer hedge ; and ditch away” Tom | Wy i mbes lost the gine till he had run it ash ghee, 7 is is) | . Vv. % a ‘One nighttour Hero, rambling with a friend, 1 Near fam’d St. Giles’s chanc’d his courfe to bend, DAY Jutt by that fpet the Seven Dials hei#he;— rm ”’T was filence all around, clear was the coaft, & "The watch, as ufual, dozing on his pot, , And fcarce a lamp difplay’d a twinkling light, Wi Around this place there liv'd the numy’rous ¢lans “Of honeft, plodding, Foreign Artizans, Known at that time by name of RerueEEs— a The rod of Perfecution from their home ioe ‘Compell’d the inoffenfive race to roam, ; ere Oy And here they lighted, like a fwarm of bees. Ps fee? S!-re a Vi ioe ns Tom and his friend were faunt'ring thro’ the firect,, nth ie In hopes fome food for humour foon to meet, When, in a window near, alight'theyview; ©1214. $ And though a dim and melancholy ray hy Bab It ae Se eo to fortes ner. riays ( The time we m3y ipgo lt near two 0’ relat “ Vil afey? fays Kinc, « if Tuomson ledges he 3 “'TyoMsoNn,’ criest’other, “ who-the devil’ she ME I know not,” Kinc replies, “ but want to. fee-a ° re What’ Lind of animal wil now appear.” feet vest agi a Vill: fter fome time a little Frenchman came, hand difplay’d a runiigh omiebite fla oP Ao t,he Cag ~~ "The otheryheld the thing they call eulotte; “7 “An old ftrip’d woollen night-cap grac’d his head,. - A tatter’d waiftcoat o’er one fhoulder f{pread, Scarce half awake, he heav’d a yawning note. a ‘ re } Though thus untimely rous’d, he courteous fmil’d, And foon addrefs’d our Wag in accents mild, ~ Bending his head politely to his knee— _ + Pray, Sarg vat vant-you, dat you come fo late? “ I beg your pardon, Sare, tomake you vait; iis Pray, tell me, Sare, vat your commands vid me!” » & Sir,Voreply'd Kina, I merely thought to know, “ As by your houfe I chane’d to-night to go— But really, I difturb’d your fleep, I fear— “ J fay, Fthought that you perhaps could tell, * Among the folks who in this {treet may dwell, * Tf there’s;a Mr, Tuomson lodges here?” er ‘ Xl. The thiv’ring Frenchman, tho’ not pleas’d to find ‘The bufinefs of this unimportant kind, Too fimple to fufpect *twas meant in jeer, Shrug’d opt a fh, that thus his reft Should break, th g, with unaler’d 1 courtefy, he fpake— - ©No,. Sdre; no Monfieur Towson loges here.” a oT : é KIL ss Our Wag bego’d pardon, and tow’rds home he fped; a - @ the poor Frenchman craw!l’d again to bed; But Kuve refolv’d not thus to ate the jet; a “s the next night, with more of whim than BP, Sicha ‘ B&F rs | Again he made a vifit to the place, v To break once more the poor old Frenchman’s rely. -$3 = 7 . XII. | ‘Tom knock’d,—but waited longer than before, No foot{tep feém'd approaching to the door; _ Our frenchman lay in fuch a fleep profound— ‘Tom, with the knocker, thunder’d then again, Firm on his poft determin’d fo remain; And oft, indeed, he made the door refound.’, : . | XIV.” (At Jaft Tom hears him o’er the paflage creep, i aa “‘Wond’ring what fiend again difturb’d his fleep; io Ay The Wag falutes him with a civilleer; eee Thus drawling out, to heighten the furprize, ¢ (While the poor Frenchman rubb’d his heavy, eyes) '“ Js there—a Mr. Tuomson—lodges here?” “* te th’ , XV. : “tl ie The Frenchman faulter’d, with a kind of fright ~~ 7 9 i“ Vy, Sare, I’m fure, I tell you, Sare, la night » “ (And here he labour’d witha figh fincere) Pah “ No Monficur ‘I'onson in de varld I know, pee “No Monficur Tonson here-=] toll you fo; _ es “Indeed, Sare, dere no Monficur Tonson Ibges here a /. oe -— fo3 NOSAN Bs XVI. sagt eed ae Some more excufes tender’d, off Kixe goes, 7 104 = And the old Frenchman fought once more repofe. | tte ~The fogue next night purfu’d his odd career—. - 4 was long indeed before the man came nigh, nds then he utter’d, in a piteous cry, : « Sare, ’pon my foul, no Monfieur Toxsoy. henaitig ; ae iene 4 b. © Pi Ay ee mibe vow ree | p, ou Cc 6 Pi , “xvi Our Sportive Wight his ufual vifit paid, And the next night came forth a prattling Maid. Whofe tongue, indeed, than amy jack went fiers Anxious fhe ftrove Tom’s errand to enquire; He faid, “ ’T'was vain her pretty tongue to tire, * He fliould not ftir till he had feen her Matter.” XVUI. The damfel then began in doleful Rate, ‘The Frenchman’s broken flumbers to relate, And begg’d he'd call at proper time of day— Tom told her, fhe muft fetch her Mafter down, A chaife was ready—he was leaving Town, a had much of deep concern to fay. hth Foes RIK. A "Thus ure’d, fhe went the fnoring man to call, And long, indeed, was fhe oblig’d to baw}, Ere fhe could roufe the torpid lump of clay. At laft he wakes—he rifes—and he {wears, Pg fcarcely had he totter’d down the ftairs, When Tom attacks him in the ufual way. xX "Phe Frenchman now perceiv’d *twas all in vain ‘To this tormentormildly to complain, And ftrait in rave began his creft to rear— *, * . ¢¢ Sare, vat the devil make you treat me fo? _ “ Sare, I inform you, Sare, tree nights ago, . « Got tam, I Gwear, no Monfieur Tomax heres") a) ge EX: af t e night, Tom ‘went, and heard a Prife_ gy. he harrais’ ana and his Wile, eo “|| | 4 pa Which fhould defcend to chafe the Send ai | ft Jength to join their forces they agzee, nd ftrait impetuoufly they turn the key, Pepar’d with mutual fury for the fray. XXIE. ‘Our Hero, with the firmnefs of a rocie, (Collected to receive the mighty fhock, Uti’ring the old enquiry, calmly ttood— |The name of TuoMson rais’d the ftorm fo high— |Tom deem’d it then the fafeft plan to fly, With—* Well, Pll call when you're in gentler maodk XXII In fhort, our Hero; with the fame intent, So fond of mifchief was the wicked wit. || They throw out water—for the watch they call, | But ‘Tom expecting, {till efcapes from all— Monfieur at lait was fore’d his houfe to quits XXIV. It happen’d that. our wag, about.this time, °° /On fome fair profpec fought the Baftern clime: . Six ling’ring years were there his tedious lot3 At length, content, amid his rip’ning: { ftore, Tom treads again on Britain’s happy fhore, . < \ ~ And his long abfence is at once forgot. XXV. fo London with impatient hope ‘Tom flies, d-the fame night, as former freaks arife, rp ip kan 7% . FINIS. a goa * res . 4 [ 8 J pe ¥ Tom fain mutt ftroll, the well-known haunt to trace, Ah! here’s the feene of frequent mirth,” ‘Tom faid: & My poor old Frenchman, I fuppofe, is dead— ad! I'll knock, and fee who holds his place.” XXXVI. , ‘ With rapid ftrokes Tom makes the manfion roar, And while he eager eyes the op’ning door, Lo! who obeys the knocker’s rattling peal? "Why e’en-vur little Frenchman, ftrange to fay, He took his old abode that very day— eens turn of {portive Fortune’s Wheel! ia XXVIl. ‘Without one thought of the relentléfs foe, Who, fiend-like, haunted him fix years ago, uit in his former trim he now appears; e waiftcoat and the night-cap feem’d the fame, ith rufh-light, as before, he creeping came, And Tom’s detefted voice aftonifi’d hears. . XVI. As if fome hideous fpectre ftruck his fight, His fenfes feem’d bewilder’d with affright; His face; indeed, befpoke a heart full fore— ‘Then, ftarting, he exclaim’d, in rueful firain, * Begar'! here's: Monfieur TONSON come again! ”” Away he ran—and ne’er was heard of more: BO. EY oMoe'S BRITS H S.A PEOR, WHEN CONFINED IN THE PRISON OF QUIMPER, IN FRANCE. To which are added, Peasy T W O°S ON - NEP EAR = eT “How many bleed, * By shameful variance betwixt Man and Man. « How many pine in want, and dungeon gloomiss “« Shut from the common air, and common ufe © OF their own limbs.” THOMSON, | 3 er . GLASGOW: Mi ? PRINTED FOR AND SOLD BY 3 ‘ ra , Brafh & Reidy : eee Ips ‘ Shore ah € a “i : * ‘ , ADVERTISEMENT. a THE following Poems were written by a Britisu Sra Be while in prifon at Quimper, and were communicated /Eviror by a Friend, who had himfelf, been eighteen: months a prifoner in France. The feelings alone, of the Reader, are appealed to for afcertaining their merit. But it is believed, that the Pormts of a Prurism Saivor, writ- ten within that prifon which was the fcene of fo much di- firefs to our captive countrymen, and in the midft of thofe miferies which fo many have reafon to deplore, will be efteemed curious and interefting. The Error has juft to add, that 'a very‘ few alterations only have been made from. the copy communicated to him, which probably became necefiary; merely from the incomrégine!s of the, vgeicriets taken ithe contufion andi inconvenience of a prifon’ LAMENTATION “4 IN THE » et PRISON OF DUIMPER Te Au Brirain’s Guardian Genius, why Thus leave thy fons fo brave, To drop neglected and unwept Into the filent grave: f To pine amid difeafe and want, oe > On cruel Gaxtra’s fhore, |” ; cay Till in Death’s darkeft night they fall, Fath tht They fall, to sift no more? ; Hebe ty Th gt Ih » Ai yaaa Ah! fee the fons of Neprune, bold; ; For valour long renown’d, ie ; Lie helplefs as the new born babe van 9-40 Upon the cold hard ground: " Who, tho’ they've fac’d the battle’s rage) ; And feas, and tempefts wild, fegt a Ate doom’d, alas! at laft to be wg By cruel ufage, foil’d. Ill. is - Oh! many a father’s tender heart, ra And many a mother’s too, deck Basa ait And many a widow’d helplefs wile, Coa Thy ean ‘Shall Quimper’s prifon TH ¥) C4 For many a youth, of promis’d bloom, And many a hufband dear, +: far, from Brirain’s friendly fhore, ied friendlefs victims here, IV. ‘Three thoufand men were in its walls, Once active, ftout, and well, But ere three months were paft and gone, Full fifteen hundred fell; Whilft, with dejected downcatt eyes, Weak, languid, ftarv’d, and pale, The fad furvivor’s fcarce had ftrength To tell the mournful tale. Vie Whilft life’s warm blood flows through my veitisy ” And grief affords a tear, Still fhall I weep thofe haplefs fcenes Which I have witnefs’d here. Whilft one idea lafts, and fenfe Of wrong, my heart can fwell Vil ne’er forget that Jand in which My gallant comrades fell. Ee THE SCENE OF WOE. . EEE b bi il TELL of Quimrer’s gloomy walls, Tn Gaxtta’s defolated land, . For vengeance on the unfeeling band, fy D.4 4] Where ENGLAND’s nobleft, brighteft pride, Was bafely trampled by the foe: What eye but wept, what heart but figh’d, ‘To fee fo deep a {cene of woe. I. ‘There, many a youth who ev’ry clime Had rang’d, and battle’s dangers prov’d, Droop’d, like the frefh rofe in its prime ‘Tranfplanted from the foil it lov’d, Unpitied pin’d, unpitied died, Unpitied doom’d to earth to go:— What eye but wept, what heart but figh’d, To fee fo deep a {cene of woe. ny i) ip Theré, void of honour’s facred tie, Or of the feeling heart’s reproach, They view’d, unmov d, the victims dies ~Unmov’d, beheld their pangs approach, Unmov’d, beheld them fide by fide Expos’d to the rude blafts that blow: What eye but wept, what heart but figh’d, - To fee fo deep a fcene of woe. IV. ' There, long the pale furviving few, The faddeft garb of forrow wore, Whilft round them noxious vapours flew, And cold and hunger pierc’d them fore. The calls of nature unfupply’d, ;fo dogs and carrion forc’d to go: What,eye but wept, what heart but figh’d, To fo deep a fcene of woe. ants a "To find his love is true ne more; : oad But how he’ll blefs the happy day, | 34'S When in his arms, from danger free, © > Spa Hh a ‘He hears her, fraught with tranfport, fay, ao P. - m “ Ab! how i’ve wept and monrn’d for thee ap & sf, THE. CARTER. oa —— Tune—Mary’s Dream. I. Lone had the victims pale, of war, With ftruggles hard, keen hunger born, And many a gallant Britisu Tar Had been from life’s bright precin&ts torn, ‘When came the long expected day, ‘On which, whilft round the tidings flee, Divine Brirannia feem’d to fay, «“ My fons fhall weep no more for me.” AE “The meagre, pallid cheek of woe, Mark’d with the traces of defpair, Receivesonce more HrattTu’s rofy glow, — And happinefs fits fmiling there: —* Whilft, oh! chow fweet, he hopes to hear Full foon, from pain, from forrow free, The part’ner of his bofom:dear, Say, “ How I’ve wept and mournfd for thee.” Ii. ‘When to his longing eyes appears j The chalky cliffs of Brr‘rarn’s fhore, Ah! how his trembling bofom fears” : sarge ; Iv." No more his mean, difhonour’d foes Shall fhare him out his portion feant, No more fhali rob him of repofe With infults keen, and pining want: Heed not the frequent briny tear Thou'lt thed, my Friend, mayhap thou’lt fee Thefe favage foes within thy pow’r,— No—“ never may they weep like thee.” * Vv. Oft, as the jovial bowl goes round, Amid the fweets of feftive cheer, | eo Sad, fhalt thou tell of thofe who fell, qa ane And fpare their penfive fhades a tear? eats Which, hov’ring, ftill o’er the lov’d climé,. ae Muft mourn their fate was ere to be Murder’d on Gatria’s favage fhore, _ : ia ‘ aa “ae Set O Britain! in captivity. te Ney SeOk ANE SIN Ee: Te , @N. THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGH FINGALES <4 ; er EE “Favewel, foft minftrel of the early year! pte 4 . a “twill be long ere thou fhalt fing anew, , And pour thy mefic on “the night’s dull ear? a ae Whether on Spring thy wandering flights await, Or whether filent in our groves you dwell, The penfive mufe fhall own thee for her mate, And ftill protec the fong, fhe loves fo well. With cautious ftep, the love-lorn youth fhall glide Thro’ the lone brake that fhades thy mofly neft; And fhepherd girls, from eyes profane fhall hide The gentle bird, who fings of pity beft: For ftill thy voice fhall foft affe@tions move, And ftill be dear to forrow, and to love!. a ——— § GMLNE-R TO SPRING. Acain the wood, and long-withdrawing vale, In many a tint of tender green are dreft, Where the young leaves unfolding, fearce conceal eneath their early fhade, the half-form’d neft Of finch or wood-lark; and the primrofe pale, And Javith cowlflip, wildly featter’d round, Give their {weet fpirits to the fighing gale, Ah! feafon of delight!—could aught be found To foothe awhile the tortur’d bofom’s pain, Of Sorrows rankling fhaft tocurethe wound, ~ And bring life’s firft delufions once again, *Twerefurely meet in thee!—thy profpect fair, - ‘Thy feunds.of harmony, thy balmy air, Have power to cure ail fadnefs—but defpair. 2 — a es ile FINIS. teil a oy MARGRET / WEIN fo, tka : A TRUE TALE. et Ee She ne'er before farw ficken fuirlies, ‘* Sae mony antic tirlie whirlies {-— “ How to behave, when foe was eating, “ In fie a nity, gentle meeting, “ She bad great fears,— Her heart was bealinry “ Fer legs did fouke—ber face was fweating “ But fill, fae wus refolv’dy anon, **§ To do ina’ taings like Mess Joan.” m as ie i, A MORNING WALK, ‘ Ever charming, ever new; 56 When will the Lindjcape tire the view. [ GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR AND SOLD BY Brath & Reid. ; . 1a MARGRET and the MINISTER. 4A TRUE TALE, A Douse, religious, kintry wife, hat liv’d & quiet, contented life, To fhow refpect unto the prieft Wham, fhe efleem’d within her breaft, Catch*disive fat hens, baith big an’ plump, - Ain’ butter the pack’d up a- lumps Which fhe a prefent. meant to gie him, An’ wi’ them aff the gade to fee him, re Drefse’d in ber ain auld kintry fas’on, Wi brows Sfuff gown, av braw white bufin » | Al dark blue clouk an’ hood co’erd a’. Sae lade, fae clad, fhe ch’d awa’; Thus trudg’d ‘sng tahtbeate, belyve, At the manfe door the did arrive :) Rapp’t—was admitted by the maids Ben to the kitchen wi’ her gade— Syne for the Minifter enquir’d, Who fcon came but, as the-< fir’dé When fhe to him a curtthie t ade, b An’ he to ber thus mislteig Bie S ; (3 dig . 4 . . Minist “ O! my dear Marcrer, is this yous “I'm glad to fee you; how d’ ye do? _ * How's Taos, my auld worthy frien’? _ “ How’s Jock, your fon, an’ daughter, Jean ” ‘ ! ' Marorets * They're garly, Sir, we're a’ meat heal, © Yet Tamie’s e’en but criz’d an? frail; * But, here’s fome butter, | prefent ye, , , “Which, wi’ thir hen’s,1 compliment ye.” mm : MINisTER. “s ‘ | “* Howt, Marcrer! this fpeaks t’ expence, a Ty? : Byt thanks ye’fe get for recompence? “WY? gratefu’ heart, freely tell, | Ye’re ever kind, an’ like yourfell.’” | Marcrer. A | « Whitht, Sir! wi’ thanks; nae thanks ava;'~ * Ye’re worthy mair; the gift’s but fma; * But this acknowledgment here from us, * Mcans ye’re belov’d by me an’ Tamos.” MiniIsTer. “ Sic favours, fure, I ne’er expected, . ie * Yet blyth am f, I’m tae refpected: Breeding ves) “ Bling aff your clouk, an’ follow me ; Seg Come ben, an’ reft, an’ crack awee: “% °Tis no fae aft ye come to fee us, * Ye'll wait, and tak’ your dinner wi’ us: * A’s ready, waiting onmy comin’; y * Come ben, then Mancrer, honeft woman.” Pur at the table was amaz’ds: ( 4 yaa i Baa: “ Na, na, Sit! dinna fpeakso”™ hat; -) | ° @ Pil tak’ nae dinner, weel | wat: ** Wi gentle manners, (ye will Brent it;) A. # Vvercver yet becn unacquantet.” MINISTER. “ The masners that ye ule at hame * Ufe here, an’ banith fear an’ Mame. “ The company’s but few, they're wholly “ My Wiie,a Preacher, Jefs, an’ Polly: “ Ye’fe tak’ your dinner or ye gang, Fup do like me, yell no gae wurang.” To dine, at length, fhe was advis’d; Gade glowrin’ bem like ane furpris’d; Spread wide her gown, her head erecked ; Confus’d and aukwardly fhe becked ; While rev’rend Mess Jonny kind and a Conducted her untoachair;, * An’ sald them wi’ a knacky feutena She was ao intimate acquantance. +, Blate like, aroun’ them a’ the gaz’d - She né’er before faw ficken fainlies, . aim hae uyory antic tirly-whirlies!— ier How to behave, when, flre.was. cating, gis a In fic a ni icy, gentle meéting, } cane a She had great fears. —Hey heart, was beatings: Her Jegsdid fhake—her face wa sips & But fill, fre vas refolu'd, anon, A ese x Zo doin a things like Mess Je uN. ral C8) His Rev’rence, gravely, faid the graces Then, wi’ a frank an’ open air, Bade them. fa’ on, an’ lib’ral fhare.— But, he being wi’ the palfy troubl’d, Sac to prevent the draps o’ broth, He prin’d to’s breéaft the table-cloth, Now Marcret’s fettl’d refolution, Was quick!y put in execution ; e For as was faid already, the did Refolve to do whatever he did. She therefore, alfo, like the Prick, Prin’d the cloth firmly to her breaft, (Wi? a prin twa inches lang at leaft;) “ Which {miles frae them at table drew, As far’s gude breeding wad allow. Sae foon as they the kail had fupped, To glancin’ knives an’ forks they gripped ; Wi’ them to weel fill’d plates fell keenly ; Ate—took a drink—an’ eracket frien’ly. But Maxrcrert only wasa hearer, She was fae blate, nought feem’d to cheer her, Sac mony things appearing new, Cameilka minute in her view, ¥ And fill'd her mind fae fu o dread, Cracking was clean out 0 ber bead, In courle, the Pafor, Ler example, That brought her there to feed fae ample, ‘She notic’d twa or three times take © Ont 0 a dif, faik after flaik 0! MUSTARD 3— which the judg’d to be we Gravie, or [ome delicious brie. A ready, fittingface to face, % i. Jn lifting fpoonfu’s aften dribbi'd; . m *.. Be For Marcret never did perufeit, 9! *, Kewl na Setnavie, nor bow to ufe it ; ; Aa t But now determin’d to partake o’t, : ; She wi’ avtea-fpoan took a flaik o’t! Feedlefs, foe fupped up the xvbole ! “Thea! inftantly the looked droll, Dung doited in a moment’s {pace, She hung hey head and threw her face! Flung down her knife an’ fork, difpleas’d, Syne wi’ baith hands her nofe the feiz’d, - While ic did bite an’ blin® her een; eThe like o’t, fure, was never {eens «For, fartin’ up as faftas able, “The Laill gear tumbld aff the table / The crath o’ crock’ry ware refounded,’ se Plates truntlin’—ilka ane confounded !—~ Straight, to thé door, the frantic flew, An? after her, Mess Joun fhe drew; * ~ Which drave the company a’ throughither As they were kippl’d baith thegither. But, in a crack, the prins brak’ loofe, . Aw’ Myezorer, ravin’, left the houfe. 4: Hameward, in hafte, the hobbl’d, fuentiingie ; Z ‘Tell'd Vamos the difafer, greeting... 7 Wrung baith her bands, an? folemn fwares ) ‘To dine wi’ gentle folk nae mair. eee 4% + GG aoe 43 . Co yas a A MORNING WALK: : Ever charming, ever new ; When will the Landfeape tire the view, Dvren. Far Phebus, wi’ his glancin’ rays, Was a’ the fiel’s adornin’, a B When o'er the lee to yonder braes, - I walked yef’day mornin’; : There, fweetly daunert, a’ my lane, Compos’d,an’ wee! contented, Obfervin’ ilka lovely fcene Nature to me prefented. wears Fornent'me,'on a rifin’ green, There ftood a ducket tow’rin’, Where gentle,/harmlefs dows were feew Upo’ the tap o’t cowrin’. A durn ran by che ducket’s fide, Down'thro’ the green it wimpi’d, O’er whilk a ftately brig did Mride, W? age defac’dan’ dimplid.. In bloffums brat, the whins an’ broom Were feen in gaudy yellow, An’ a’ the knows appear i in bloom, On ilka fide the hallow, On,right an’ left, upo’ the banks Grew mony a kind 0’ timmer; ‘yt eS Fe s Some trtes their lane—fome plac’d in ranks, A? inthe bud.o’ fimmer. bee cede gps pare cauler (prings,frae places fteep, - Wi’ drowth were fcanty dribblin’, — Beane» aN ~ An’ here an’ there thebleating theep * a sAtbort the bracs were nibblin’. ee a = (Bq Befide the clear meandria’ burn, The ftreams 0? whilk was glancin’, There canty lambs took mony a turns Alang the edge o’t dancin’. Amang the flirubs an’ wavin’ treca, Whilk I thought unco charmin’, Were thrifty thrangs 0’ bizzie bees, In mony a place gaun fwarmin’. Some fucked clover, while a few Were bummin’ at their leifure; While ithers baul’ and fwiftly flew Awa’ to ftore their treafure. The cheerfu’ burds, baith big an’ wee, A’ up an’ down the plantio’, Wi pleafin’ an’ delightfu’ glee, Their bits o’ fangs were chantin’, Gay butterflees T alfo faw In numbers, finely decked; Wi nature’s claile,@’ butked braw 5 Some white, an’ fome were ficcked. The dows, the fueeps the. lambs, the bees, The brig, the burn, the ducket, The burds, the trees, the butter flees, How chartmin'ly they looket ! hae heartfome fweets, and mony mae, Than.i can link in meafure, infpir’d my raftic, cheerie lay, An’ fil?d my {aul wi’ pleafure. Henecforth, the town Vil thu biyar; Its rts, in illka feature, ‘ An’ fill prefer to fing the braw, The winfone charms 0 Nature. 7 P TaN es Pe I. < do if DOMESTIC HAPPINESS EXHIBITED, 4 IN JOHN ANDERSON, MY JOE. IMPROVED: BY ROBERT BURNSs» AND! THE PERE STE A POEM ie BY DOCTOR COTTON. == en Wee scaau: PRINTED FOR AND SOLD BY Brafh & Reid. = + JOHN ANDERSON, MY JOF.. + Se ee IMPROVE D. EE fs J OHN Anderfon, my joe, John, I wonder what you mean, To rife fo foom in the morning, and fit up folate at een, : ~ -¥e'll blear out.a’ your. cen, John, me why fhould you do fo, ‘Gang fooner to. your bed at e’en, John Anderfon, my joe. Il. John Anderfon, my joe, Jchh, whan nature firft began 7 To try her canny hand, John, ker mafter-work was man; And you amang them-a’ aes » frae tap to tce, She prov’d to be nag journey “Ww ae John ‘Andcridn) ee my joe, 7 a4 Lee Ill, 8 “John Anderfon, my joy, John, ye were my firit conceit, And ye need na think it ftrange, Johny 3 he H ca’ yé trim and neat; Tho’ fome: foke-fay 1s Se John, T never think ye fo, But I think ye’re ay the fame to me, John Ander- fon, my joe. IV. : wf t 6 John Anderfon, my joe, John} we've feen our bairns bairns, af Thy af And yet my dear,-John Anderfént Ym happy in your arms, And fae are ye in mine, John, I'm fure ye’ll ne’er fay no, het Tho’ the days ate -gane that we hae: feen, - John Anderfon, my joe. ; ea Nog Ph Anderfon, my joy, John, what pleafure ie. ‘it gie, ay To fee fae mony fprouts, John, pene up "tween a‘ you and. me, YN 46) ; And ilka lad and lafs, John, in‘our footfteps to go, Makes perfeét heaven here on~earth, John-Ander- fon, my joe. “VI. t ‘John Anderfon,- my joe,. John, -when we were firkt acquaint, “¥our locks were like the raven,. your bonny brow 2. svas brent, 4 ” 4 : cet But now your head’s turn’d bald, John, yout locks are like the fnow, ¥et bleffings on your frofty pow, John Anéerion, Imy joe. ‘VIL. John Anderfon, my joe, John, frae year to year we've palt, And foon that yer maun come, John, will bring : us to our laft, But let na’ that affright us John, our hearts were | ] "-ne’er our foe, E ‘hile in innocent delight we liv’d, John Anderfon, by aI. “ a “John Anderfon, my joe, John, we clamb the hill 7 a8 .thegither, F : And | mony a canty day, John, we've had wi’ ane anither; Now 4 we maun totter aathn, John, but hand -in ‘ hahd we'll g0, And we'll fleep thegither at the foot, John Anderfon, . my joe. tar 5 ; +t 4 c #3 TH Es PLR ESP Dies I. Dear Cloe, while the bufy croud, The vain, the wealthy, and the proud, In folly’s maze advance; Tho’ fingularity and pride Be call’d our choice, we'll ftep afide, Nor join the giddy dance, , If. ‘From the gay world we'll oft retire To our own family and fire, Where love our hours employs; No noify. neighbour enters here, No intermeddling ftranger near, To fpoil our heartfelt joys. o Ill. If folid happinefs we prize, Within our breaft this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam; *The world hath-nething to beftow, From our own felves our blifs muft flow, _* And that dear hut our home. - E . 6 4 ‘. ‘VI. "Wf reft was Noah’s dove bereft, “When with impatient wing fhe left That fafe retreat, the ark: Giving her vain excurfions o’er, The difappointed bird. once more Explor’d the facred bark. v.. Tho’ fools fpurn Hymen’s gentle powers : ‘We, who tuprove his golden hours, By faveet experience know, ‘That marriage, rightly underftood, Gives to the tender and the good, A paradife below. Vi Our babes fhall richeft comforts bring; If tutor’d right they'll prove a fpring, Whence pleafures ever rife: We il form their minds with ftudious care, “To all that’s manly, godd, and fair, » And train them for the fkies. Vu. While they our wifeft hours engage, They'll joy our youth, fupport our age, And crown our hoary hairs; ‘They'll grow im virtue every day, And thus:our fondeft loves repay, smie t And recompenfe our cares, it g er eli Mee Vill. No borrow’d joys! they’re all our-own, . While to the world we live unknown, Or by the world forgot: Monarchs! we envy not your ftate, We look with pity on the Great, And blefs our humble. lot. IX. Our portion-is not large, indéed, But then how little do we need; For Nature’s.calls are few! In this the art of living lies, To want.no more than may fuffice And make that little dos Xx. We'll therefore relifh with content, Whate’er kind Providence has fent,, Nor aim beyond. our power; For if-our ftockbe very fmall, ’Tis prudence to enjoy it all, | _ Nor lofe the prefent hour, xf. To be refign’d when iils betide; Patient when favours are deny’d, And pleas’d with favours given; Dear Cloe, this is wifdom’s part, This is that incenfe of the heart, Whofe fragrance fmells to heaven. aim Fo. * © XL. We'll afl no lone~protracted treat, Since winter-life is feldom {weet 5 But when our feaft is oler, Grateful from. table we'll arife, Nor grudge our fons, with envious eye; The relics of our ftore. xa. ‘Thus hand in hand thro’ life we'll gos Its checker’d paths of joy and woe With cautious fteps we'll tread; Quit its vain fcenes without a tear, Without a trouble, ora fear, And mingle with the dead: XIV. While confcience, like a faithful friend). Shall thro’ the gloomy vale attend, And cheer our dying breath: Shall, when all othes comforts’ceafe, “Likes kind angelawhifper peace, = ‘And fmooth the bed of death. a3 C8 8 * FINTIS. + WINIFRIDA: Aa SON G. TRANSLATED FROM THE WELCH, BY DR. PERCY, It. _ THE POWER OF LOVE, | Ill. BEAUTY and VIRTUE UNITED, GLASGOW: * PRINTED FOR) AND SOLD BY Brath & Reid. ie. ait WINTER IDA: * Aisne 7.8 Awaz! let nought toLeve difpleafings: - My Winifrida, move your care, ~ Let nought delay the heavenly bleffing, No fqueamifh Pride, nor gloomy Fears. Il. o> What, tho’ no grants of Royal Donors, i With pompous titles grace our blood ; We'll fhine in more fubftantial honours, And to be Noble, we'll be Good. ; IM. : Our namé while Virtue thus we tender, i Will fweetly found, where’er ’tis {poke s: en all the great one» much fhall wonder, How they repo fuch little ee, TV. ‘What, tho’ from Fortune’s lavifh bounty, No mighty treafures we peflefs ; | We'll find within our pittance plenty, . a And be content ‘iia xcefia ie ° — ee eee Ok eae V. ‘Still, fhall eachkind returning’ feafon, Sufficient for our wifhes give ; For we will live a life of reafon, “And that’s the on/y life to live. Mieco Thro’ youth and age, in love excelling, We’ll hand in hand together tread ; Sweet-{miling Peace fhali crown our dwelling, Aad babes, fweet-fmiling babes, our bed. VIL. Vow fhould I love the pretty creatures, While round my knees they fondly clung! To fee them look their mother’s features, And hear them lifp their mother’s tonguc! VIil. And when, with-envy, Time tranfported; Shall think to rob us of our joys; You'll in your Girls agaimbe courted, ~ ° And P’llgo wooing in my Boys. ; $e SEER THE POWER OF LOVE. nr & Swe ET are thecharms of her I love, More fragrant than the damafk rofe; Soft as the down of turtlé-dove, Gentle as winds when zephyr blows ; Refrefhing ‘as. defeending rains, On fun-burnt climes, and thirfty plains.’ I. Truc'asthe needle to the pole, Or as the dial to:the fun ; Conftant as gliding waters roll, Whofe fwellitig tides obey the moon : From ev’ry other charmer free, My life and love thall follow thee. i. The lamb the flow’ry thyme devours, The dam the tender kid purfites ; Sweet Philomel, in fhady bow’rs, With verdant fpring her notes renews? All follow what they mofgadmire, As I purfue my foul’s defire. (5) IV. | Nature ffitift hange her beauteous face, | And vary as the feafons rife ; |: As Winter tothe Spring gives place, | Summer th’ approach of Autumn flies ; | No change on Love the feafons bring, Love only knows perpetual Spring. V. | Devouring Time, with ftealing paces Makes lofty oaks and cedars bow ; | And marble tow’rs and gates of brafsy In his rude march he levels’ low : But Time, deftroying far and wides | Love from the Soul can ne’er divide, VI. | Death only, with his eruel dart, The gentle godhead can remove; | And drive hima from the. bleediiig heart, | To mingle with the bleft above ; | Where, known toall his kindred train, | He finds a lafting reft from pain. Vil. Love, and his fifter fair, the Soul, Twin-born, from Heav’n, together came : Love will the univerfe controul, When dying feafons lofe theirname ; © Divine abodes fhall own his pow’r, When time arid Death thall be no more. = somal AND VIRPUE. UNITED yiyGs “> oom in! atuiligtongyag yt xo dqesci: ——s00 HO 80ce— neteconilian dive jomai® puiusovoG Ko Sol | agalal ' W HEN Eau and Beauty meet, © To add to lovély female graee; °! How far, beyond exprefing’ Gree miT ; Is ev ry feature of the face? oo) 4081 D/C ley When Peace and Wifdom hold their fway,. And Virtue fillsthe’ glowing: Bessa 10 MGA * Each winning charm, ferenely gay, \ - Is in th’ angelic form confefs’d. 6) tint Doha tees wood « Ng O facred Virtue} tune my rebepoiftsl 2 eb 2. iN With heart-infpiring harmony ; Then thali thy calm, yetapt’rous joys ! Expand my ee with love of ie: + Vest ee god-niwt @ Thus, mine fhall be true blifs wis avo When. this: vain fhadow flies: away! ; Th’ eternal beauties of the mind, »> ome _ Shall Jaft when all! things elie ‘de are THE WISH.” iCpae E00 OO 000 ——— ae . ||: Guve mé, kind Heav’n, the middle flatey, Not meanly poor, not gee ta great ! Tafk no wealth, 20 pow’ I crave ; Let mg not have, nor be a flave; O’er no man let me covet rule ; Let no man e’er make t me ¢ his tole. The duty I to others owe Peach thou my rebel eat to know, Yet Jet me.never anxious be, For duty‘others owe to'me : But think, ere I too much expe By, The higher ‘duties I neglect.” Bee SS Ree eee hs With wifdom, to difcern what’s geod... Lefs let me others” ‘errors mind, , Than thofesvithin myfelf I find ; Averfe to make their foibles knowns, As carefu! to conceal my own: And, lef Ido another wrong, Reftrain the licence ef my tongue ! i Theills, as mortals 1 mutt fare,’ t i hs abe Make me, without repining, bear > jonivinc’ d, the Gnful_cauleis. mine, ue merciful chaflifement tine. (8) On ev’ry fellow-mortal’s wo, Let mea ready tear beftow ; Nor be fo much of need afraid, As to with-hold my little aid, . When weeping Want, with trembling hand; Makes, in thy name, its meek demand. When Innocence gives laughter birth, Let me not check the harmlefs mirth ; But blefs the voice, that kindly cries— - ‘ Be merry, mortals, and be wife.’ O gracious Heav’n, thefe bleffings give ! Tcare not where, but bow, I live! ——HKAAPES Se VERSES ON YOUTH: A JUVENILE PRODUCTION. ‘“ Remember thy Creator én the days of thy youth.” Ecelef. Tur pliant foul of erring youth Is like foft wax, or moiften’d clay, Apt to receive all Heav'aly Truth, Or yield to tyrant IM, the fway, >. Be 4 Shun evil in your early years, 4 So manhood fhall to virtue rife : He who, in youth, a fool appears, In age, will ne’er be counted wife. oe FINIS. fi Tee; 1 Er bats A POEM. BY DR: COTTON. wan oc ye GO ERIE ¢ Without thy cheerful aétive energy 6 No rapture fwells the breafl, no Port /ingry 66 No more the maids of Helicon delight, “© Come then with mey 0 Godrefiy heavenly gay! © Begin the fong; and let it fweetly flor, «And lyt it wifely teach thy wholefome daws: & Hor befl the fickle fabric to fuppart “ Of mortal man; in héalthful body Bort a Py « A healthful mind se longe/ to maintain.” ARMSTRONG. ‘ GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR AND SOLD BY ; s a Brafh & Reid. bey smelt ha H BE» Aa SEs. +yo«— Arreyp my vifion, thoughtlefs youth, Ere long you’ll think it weighty truth; Prudent it were to think fo now ;- Ize age has filver’d o’er your brow: For he who at his early years Has fown in vice, fhall reap in tears. If folly has poffefs’d his prime, Difeafe thall gather ftrength in time; Poifon fhall rage in ev'ry veiny— Nor penitence dilute the ftain: And when each hour fhall urge his firey ‘Thought; like the dodtor, comes too late. The fubje& of my fong is HEALTH, A good fuperior far to wealth. Can the young mind diftruft its worth? Confult the monarchs of the earth; Imperial czars and fultans, own No gem fo bright, that decks their throne: Each for this pearl, his crown would guit, And turn a ruftic, or a cit. Mark, tho’ the bleffing’s loft with eafe, Tis not recover’d when you pleafe. Say not that gruels fhall avail, For falutary gruels fail. ; Say not, Apollo’s fons fucceed, Apollo’s fon is Egypt’s reeds ; | (3) How fruitlefs the phyfician’s fkill, y Apa How vain the penitential pill, The marble monuments proclaim, ‘The humbler turf confirms the fame! Prevention is the better cures ; So fays the proverb, and ’tis fure. Would you extend your narrow fpan, And make the moft of life you can, Would you, when med’cines cannot fave, Defcend with eafe into the grave ; Calmly retire, like evening light, And chearful, bid the world good-night! Let Temp’ rance conflantly prefide, & Our beft phyfician, friend, and guide! Would you to wifdom make pretence, Proud to be thought a man of fenfe? Let Temp’rance (always friend to fame) With fteady hand direé& your aim; Or, like an archer in the dark, Your random fhaft will mifs the mark; Yor they who flight her golden rules, In wifdom’s volume fland for fools, But morals, unadorn’d by art, Are feldom known to reach the heart. Vil therefore ftrive to raife my theme With all the fcenery of dream, Soft were my flumbers, fweet my reft,. Such as the infant’s on the breaft; When Fancy, ever on the wing, _ And fruitful as the genial {pring, ™ C ey Prefented, in-a-blaze of Tights ify ork A new creation to my fight. aq uu A rural landfcape I defery’d,, Dreft in the robes of fummer pride 5 ” ‘The herds adorn’d the floping hills, That glitter’d with their tinkling rills ;. Below the fleecy mothers’ ftray’d, fad round their fportive lambkins play’d. Nigh to a murmuring brook I fa& An bumble cottage thatch’d with ftraw; ehind, a garden that fupply’d "Al things for ufe, and none for pride: Beauty ee d thro” €yv ZY part, But more of nature than‘or art. Hail, thou fweet, calm, unenvied feat! J faid, and blefs’d the fair retreat: }fere would I pafs my remnant days, Unknown to cerfure, or to praife; Forget the world, and be forgot, As Pore defcribes his Veftal’s lot. While thus T mus’d, a beauteous maid Scept from a thicket’s neighb’ring fhade; Wot Hampton’s gallery can boatt, Wor Hudfon paint fo fair a teaft: She claim'd- the cottage for her owns. fo VIE ALTH a colttoge is a thrones The anuals fay (to ptove her worth) The Graces folemffiz’d her births (ie: } /Garlands of various flow’rs they wrought, ~ "The orchard’s blufhing pride they brought : Hence, in her face the lily fpeaks, And hence the rofe which paints her chzeks: | ‘The cherry gave her lips to glow, ‘Her eyes were debtors to the floe ; And, to complete the lovely fair, Tis faid the chefnut ftain’d her hair. | The virgin was averfe to courts, But often feen in rural fports: When in her rofy veft the dawn | Walks o’er the dew-befpangled lawn, ‘The nymph is firft to form the race, Or wind the horn, and lead the chace. Sudden I heard a fhouting train, Glad acclamations fill’d the plain; - Unbounded joy improv’d the feene, Tor [1eaLTH was loud proclaim’d a queen. ‘Two fmiling cherubs grac’d her throne, (To modern courts, 1 fear, unknown;) One was the nymph, that loves the light, Fair INNOCENCE, array *d in white; j With fitter Peace in clofeembrace, / And heav’n all opening in her face. The reign was long, the empire gréat, And Virrué, minifer of fate, ; In other kingdoms, ev’ry hour, You hear of vice preferr’d to pow’} 1, “Vice was a perfed firanger here: ag knaves engrofs’d the royal crf .! { \ (Cg) No fools obtain’d this monarch’s grace; Virtue difpos’d of ev’ry place. What fickly appetites are ours, Still varying with the varying hours! And tho’ from good to bad we range, «¢ No matter,” fays the fool, ¢* ’tis change.” Her fubje&ts now exprefs’d apace © Diffatisfation in their face: ) S Some view’d the ftate with envy’s eye, Some were difpleas’d, they knew not why : When Faétion, ever bold and vain, With rigour tax’d their menarch’s reign. Thus, fhould an angel from above, Fraught with benevolence and love, — Defcend to earth, and here impart Important truths to mend the heart; Would not the inftru€ive gueft difpenfe With pafiion, appetite, and fenfe, We fhould his heaw’nly lore defpife, And fend him to his former fkies. To Heartn, whofe houfhold were her foes: A harlot’s loofe attire the wore, And Luxury the name fhe bore. This princefs of unbounded fway, Whom Afia’s {after fons obey, Made war againft the queen of HEALTH. Affilted by the troops of WsALTH. A taal hoftile power arofe : The queen was \firft to take the field, Arm’d with her helmet and her shield; (7 | emper’d with fuch fuperior art, |That both were proof to ev’ry dart. | Two warlike chiefs approach’d the green, {And wondrous fav’rites with the queen: _& |Both were of Amazonian race, ‘Both high in merit, and im place. | Here, REsoLu‘rion march’d, whofe foul (No fear could fhake, no pow’r controul; “The heroine wore a Roman veft, |A lion’s heart inform’d her breaft. | There PrupEncE fhone, whofe bofom wrought /With all the various plans of thought; |’ T'was her’s to bid the troops engage, | And teach the battle where to rage. And now the Siren’s armies prefs, | Their van was headed by Excess; |The mighty wings, that form’d the fide, ‘Commanded by that giant Pripe: While SICKNEss, and her fifters Pain | And Poverty, the centre gain: | REPENTANCE, with a brow fevere, | And DEATH, were ftation’d in the rear. | Hearn rang’d her troops with matchlef arts And acted the defenfive part: Her army potted on a hill, Plainly befpoke fuperior fkill: ence were difcover’d thro’ the plain, The motions of the hoftile train: ie. /While Paupence, to prevent furprize, Oft fally’d with her trufty fpies; HExplor’d each ambufcade below, And reconncitred well the foe. { Boy Afar when Luxury defery’d, — Inferior force by art fupply’d, The Siren fpake—Let Fravup prevail, Since all gny numerous hofts mutt fail ; Henceforth hoftilities fhall ceafe, V’'ll fend to HeatTu and offer peace. Strait fhe difpatch’d, with pow’rs compleat, PLEAsSuRE, her minift -r, to treat. This wicked {trumpet topp’d her part, And fow’d fedition in the heart! Thro’ ev’ry troop the poifon ran, All were infeed to a man. ‘The wary generals were won By PLeasure’s wiles, and both undone. Jove held the troops in high difgrace, And bade difeafes blaft their race; Look’d on the queen with melting eyes, And fnatch’d his darling to the fkies: Who ftill regards thofe wifer few, ‘That dare her dictates to purfue. For where her ftricter law prevails, ‘Tho’ Passion prompts, or VICE aflails; Long fhal! they cloudlefs fkies behold, And their.calm fun-fet beam with gold. Vv THE bi Ai PURSUIT OF HEALTH: A POEM. be BURGE) To which are added, NATURE AND PHYSIC; AND VERSES ON VIEWING THE AQUEDUCT BRIDGE, Se. OVER KELVIN, NEAR GLASGOW. If Architedture’s pride in modern time, * Can raife the thought from fordid to fublime, “ Toce KELVIN BRipGe, can fure that merit claim, 3 “ Thy firuGure ands unrivalld yes in fa ue’? —= 960 G'|SD!9009—— GLASGOW : PRINTED FOR. AND SOLD BY Brath & Reid. (a I ey PURSUIT OF HEALTH. . SS ——— ts Onxz April morn, reclin’d in bed, Juft at the hour when dreams are true 3 A fairy form approach’d my head, Smiling beneath, her mantle blue. H. & Tie, fie,” fhe cry’d, “ why fleep fo long, « Why, Health, the nymph you dearly aut . & Now roves the vernal flow’rs among, «¢ And waits for you in yonder grove? Ill. «© Hark ! you may hear her cherub voice, « The voice of Health is fweet and clear ¢ ¢‘ Yes, you may hear the birds rejoice ' _. In fymphony, her arbour near.” IV. - Trofe, and haften’d to the grove, With eager fteps and anxious mind; Irofe, the elfin’s truth to prove, And hop’d the promis’d nymph to find. V. My fairy took.me by thehand, + _ And chearfully we ftepp’d along ; She ftopp’d but on the new-plough’d land, To hear the ruffet woodlark’s fong. ee VERSES ; ON VIEWING : - THE AQUEDUCT BRIDGE, é&, OVER KELVIN, NEAR GLASGOW, Along whith the Navigation of the GREAT CANAL paffese | | Sate son ee I; Architeéture’s pride in modern time, ICan raife the thought from fordid to fublime, Thee Kervin Bripcs, can fure that merit claim, | Dhy ftruQure ftands unrivall’d yet in fame. “nt Over thy huge pile, the eye tranfported ftrays, ‘From bafe to top, from fummit unto bafe ; Nor more thy form ftrikes the aftonifh’d fight, “Than thy vaft ufe the mind with fweet delight ; | Below tliee, Kelvin fteals along her bed, While Navigation fleeps upon thy heads By thee, affifted, o’er th’ abyfs fo wide, | The fons of traffic in proceffion ride ;_ From fea to feathey ply, from fhore to fhore, And o’er thy fhoulders waft their pond’rcus ftore, While trade increafes, by thine aid fupply’d, And boafts a courfe which Nature had deny’d. ‘Tho’ fpiteful Krtvin threatened to divide Forth’s tumbling floed from joining with the Clyde, peering § form, majeftic, interpos’d, Strode o’er the yale, and the wide gap was clos’d. Cea To vanquifh Nature’s local fpite the more, * The trufty Locks retain their liquid ftore ; Which, from the height, by gradual fteps defcend, | Till, on thy gop the fhort-liv’d torrents end. | Tow grand the view, when, from the hollow valey The eye, delighted, fees the coming {ail ; With fteady pace, her middle region oe And, on thy fummit, hang ’twixt earth and fky: Nor finifh here, the wonder and amaze, Which ftill muft {trike the curious ftranger’s gaze, As they their courfe, from Weft to Eaft explore, Or from the Eaft, defire the Weftern fhore: ‘The curious Lock, obedient to the pin, | Swells, or contracts, her liquid flood within ; : When the ftill barge hangs pendent on the brink, Thy contents leflen with a gradual fink, . While thy huge gates, with wide expanfion fhow, . A fate progreffion to the next below; ‘ When the reverie, the rifing water fwells, And that above, its empty neighbour fills’; .While the proud barge, in elevation fwims, And, with flow motion, up the fummit climbs, So, having gain’d her courte, fhe onward bends, ‘Till in Forth’s ftream the Navigation ends. ‘Thus, all the features of this vaft defign, | In one great caufe, their mutual efforts join, a While thy huge ¥ ae tow’rs above the reft, a And flands the Monarcu of the Group i a FINIS, a 201d PEACE AND HOME PREFERRED TO WAR AND TRAVEL. ae To which are added; THE VOLUN YE Bow, THE. DRUM... 5 AND SCENES OF MY YOUTH. ——2390 OF Q000a——— $605 tarry, gentle traveller “ Ob, tarry. now at feiting day ; & Nor bafie io leave this lowly vale & For lofty mountains, ar away.” GLASGOW: ' PRINTED FOR AND SOLD BY ~ Brath & Reid. ; = PEACE AND HOME. Te Ou tarry, gentle traveller ; Ch, tarry now at fetting day ; Nor hafte to leave this lowly vale For lofty mountains far away, il. Oh, tell me what has tempted thee Thro’ woods and dreary wilds te roam; Oh, tell me what has tempted thee To quit thy lot and peaceful homes Til. Say, haft thou not a partner dear, That’s conftant to thy love and kind? And wilt thou leave her faithful fide, Nor caft one forrowing look behind ? IV. Yon fun that gilds the village fpire, And gaily flings his parting ray, Say, files he not as fweetly o’er Thy native village far away ? V. : ~ Does mad ambition lure thy fleps To wander in the paths of ftrife? . Ah, think how fwift thy minutes fy! sed Ah, think how fhort thy {pan of ed | CF aes) VI. For life is like yon crimfon beam That trembles in the weftern fktes ; Full feon, alas! its glories ceafe ; It fparkles—glimmers—fades—and dies, Vil. Oh, waite not then thy fleeting hours In foreign climes and paths unknown ; Return thee to the happy plains That bounteous nature made thy own. _ VOI. For me, nor gold, nor princely power, Nor purple veft, nor ftately dome, Nor all that trophy’d grandeur boafts, Shall lure me from my tranquil home. IX. This ruftic cot and filent fhade Se Shall evermore my dwelling be; _ £’en when my deftin’d days are fpent Vil reft beneath yon aged treé, X. Befide the brook, a fimple ftone, ‘eid Shall ferve to guard my cold remains, And tell the pilgrims, as they pag, I died amidft my native plains. Xi. : ~ Return then, gentle traveller ; Return thee with the morning ray ; Nor leave-again thy lowly vale, For lofty mountains far away, ee THE VOLUNTEER News W wen fivépence a folid meal cannot fupply To a jolly young man five feet ten inclrs high; Who has jeg’ with his knapfack twelve leagues thre? ; theyrain, While his wench and ‘three brats had each ancle ts train ; The poor Volunteer to the halberts is tied, . Vor fealing two chick-eggs and getting them fried : What cartérs and joekies fhould fuffer he feels, And the blood eters down ‘rom his nape to his heels. The Commander ia chief, who is. almoft Bitcen, And 2 taylor’s apprentice by right should have been; Now Rrote round the dircle, then turns.cn his heel, ‘To belabour the drummers who don't make him fecl— Swears Engiand could ne’er have produc’d fagh a rogue And difceras in his howling the true Irith brogue, ‘The Sur geon, whofe fympaihy {wells in each vein, > When a fwoon interrupts the convulfions of pain; . Makes them flog till he fart to his febfes again: Nay, Do&ter and Drum for attendance are paid, — ee 3 And his aga are ficec’d while his fhoulders vemies 'He’s pack’d i in alta ox on every fate ceeds e < al tightly than bifcuit ahd beefta a barrel ; ah reat Gus: ¥} In torrents each fummer-fhower f{treams thro’ his tent, [n barracks more difmal, December is fpent ; In damp rotten bedding, the moment he’s laid, To the rage of whole armies his rear is betray’d ; In health he infallibly more than half ftarves, m a tertian, he’s us’d asa rafcal deferves. chas’d as a fwindler in form thro’ the ranks ; is children, when fome baggage cart is o’erthrown in a ditch, like blind puppies are fuifer’d to drown. bh Chloe, by hunger, compell’d to fad pranks, s _ And when for his king thirty years he has toil’d ;~ n Canada froft-bit, in Africa broil’d ; Has been thrice a-week handcuff’d for drinking his Py) Zot nine thoufand lafhes for running away ; das oft like a hero been wounded before, daa at 8 if dclear’d with a cudgel each concubine’s feore; At lait, with the Dons, point to point he engages, | for more than one fourth of a feavenger’s wages” * ie jome merciful volley then fhatters a leg, a nd his crutches obtain hima permiffion tarhees THE DRUM. VERSES WRITTEN ON HEARING A DRUM BEAT FOR THE RECRUITING SERVICE. “XID S are ¢ I. IT aare that dram’s difcordant found, Parading round, and round, and round: To thoughtlefs youth it pleafure yields, And lures from cities and from fields, To fell their liberty for charms Of tawdry lace and glittering arms, And when ambition’s voice commands, T march, and fight, and fall, in foreign lands. Il. Thate that drum’s difcordant found, Parading round, and round, and round: To me it talks of ravag’d plains, And burning towns, and ruin’d fwains, And mangled lumbs, and dying groans, And widow’s tears, and orphan’s moans, And all that Mifery’s hand beftows, ; ‘To fivell the catalogue of human woes. SCENES OF MY YOUTH; oR, SUCH THINGS WERE, [ | © I cannot bit remember Such things were, | “ And were moft precious to me.” t SHAKESPEAR,. | - I. | Scenes of my youth! ye once were dear, Tho’ fadly f your charms furvey ; I once was wont to linger here, From early dawn to clofing day. Scenes of my Youth! pale forrow flings A fhade o’er all your beauties now ; And robs the moments of their wings, That fcatter pleafure as they flow ; While ftill to heighten every care, Refle&tion tells me, Such things were. if. Twas here a tender mother ftrove To keep my happinefs in view ; T {mil’d beneath a parent’s love, That foft compaffion ever knew ; In whom the virtues all combin’d, On whom {could with faith rely ; To whom my heart and foul were join’d By mild Affection’s primal tie! “Who fmiles in Heay’n, exempt from care, Whilft I remember, Such things were. ‘ Ii. Twas here, (where calmand tranquil reft O’erpays the peafant for his toi!) Ley C=) That, firft in bleffing, I was bleft, With glowing Friendfhip’s open fmile. My friend, far diftant doom’d to roam, Now braves the fury of the feas ; He fled his peaceful, happy home, His little fortune to encreafe : Whilft bleeds afrefh the wound of Cae, When I remember, Such things were IV. ’Twas here—ev’n in this blooming grove, I fondly gaz’d on Laura’s charms, Who, bluthing, own’d a mutual love, And melted in my youthful arms. Tho’ hard the foul-conflidting ftrife, Yet fate, the cruel tyrant, bore Far from my fight the charm of life— The lovely maid whom I adore. *Twould eafe my foul of all its care, Could I forget that, Such shings were. A Vo ms Were firft I faw the thorn Bee a OF guilelefs pleafurg I met the dazzliqg br Here mark’d the fof déch ining ray—~ Beheld the fies, whofe firtaming light Gave fplendaur to the parting fun; _. Now loft in forrow’s fable night, ~ And all thes mingled glories gone! Till death-in pity, end my care, Tmuft remember, Such things were. C7.) 7 VI. We reach’d the grove—I look’d around, Mypfairy was no longer sear ; But of her voice I knew the found, And thus fhe whifper’d in mine ear: Vil. & The nymph, fair Health, you came to find, « Within’ thefe precincts loves to dwell ; “ Her breath now fills the balmy wind ; « This path will lead you to her cell,” VI. I bended to the primrofe low, And afk’d if Health might there refide : . @ She left me,” faid the flower, “ but nowy « For yonder violet’s purple pride.” IX.” I queftion’d next the violet’s queen, Where buxom Health was to be found? She told me that fhe late was feen With cowflips toying on the ground, x ao Then thrice I kifs’d the cowflips pale, And in their dew-drops bath’d my face; Ttold them alkmy tender tale, And begg’d their aid coy Health to trace, XT. %« From us,” exclaim’d a lowly flower, _ « The nymph has many a day been gone, % But now fhe refts within the bower, _ 6 Where yonder hawthorn blooms alone,” i . ( 43 XII. Quick to that bower I ran, I flew, ¢ And yetno nymph I there could finds; But freth the breeze of morning blew, And Spriag was gay, and Flora kind. — XIE. If I veturn'd fedate and flow, What if the nymph I could not fee? The blufi.that pafs’d along my brow Was proof of her divinity. XIV. And fiill her votary to prove, And fill her dulcet {miles to fhare, Til tread the fields, Pll haunt the grove, With untir’d fteps and fondeft care. XV. Goddefs belov’d! vouchfafe to give /\ boon, a precious boon to me! Within thy influence let me‘live, And fometimes, too, thy beauties fee, XVI. So fhall the mufe in nobler verfe, And ftrength renew’d, exulting fing 5 Why praife, thy charms, thy power, rehearfe, And fweep with bolder hand the firing. ATURE AND PHYSIC, EEE % Nature Ill court in her fequefter’d haunts “ By mountain, meadow, freamlet, grove or cell, “© Where the pois'd lark his morning ditty chauats, And Healib,and Peace, and Gontemplation dwell.” SMOLLETTs I, Says Nature to Phyfic, “ What pity that we, s¢ Who ought to be friends, fhould fo feldom agree, 6 Who ought to affift and to fuccour each other, * “nd in amity live, like a fifler and brother. Il. * But to look for this concord, alas, is in vain! * Of phyfical noftrums I’ve much to complain: »» « Tho’ a goddefs confefs’d—yet like the weak fexs «Pm perverfe the more if my temper you vex. h) Ill. s¢ And you Doctors, whate’er you think proper to fay, “ For ever are putting me out of my way. *¢ With medical legions my humours you chace, ¢¢ Till pallid refentment appears in my face. CER IV. « Abericnts, aftringents, narcotics, combine « To thwart and oppofe me in ev’ry defign’; « And fuch vollies of pillsaredifcharg’d at my head, “ That my ftrength is exhaufted, my ¢ dead. V. « But Phyfic fhould know I am not to be taught, & By fevere flagellation to do what I ought ; sc That my faults may be mended by gentle correétion, 6 To which feiewce and tatents muft give the direc» tion. VI. « Would ye with then, ye ees yen epee may prove, -« To conciliate my favoyr and cherifh my love, & With genius and candour take Nature in hand, “ Gopi by perfuafion—not force by command. ‘ > ne i. reage VIL. ’ & So fiall Phyfic once more be held j in repute, « And her merit eftablifh’d beyond all difpute, «When preferiptions are made, which the Patient ‘muft fee, ” 6 Are all for bis good, and congenial to me.” via INVITATION Re eer . : “AMANDA, Pe t tyne Sere 1 ype % c ff ; igen orang. Ee } aes Cows, dear Amanda; uit. the ue... 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