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SIMPLE POEMS,
ON A FEW . SUBJECTS.
BY SAMUEL THOMSON.
" lIe loved the muse, for she was Virtue's friend."
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PRINTED BY SMYTR AND LYONS.
High-st reet.
1806.
TO
THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
VISCOUNT TEMPLETOWN,
this little volume is.
,
with much diffidence humbly inscribed,
(IS
a small testimony of the sincerest gratitude.
and truest esteem,
of his
LORDSHIP'S
most devoted,
humble servant,
SAMUEL THOMSON.
PREFACE.
IF the taste or morals of the rustic reader,
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Ill, rustic readers I only expect) be any way hurt
r uffe nded by the perusal of the following trifles,
,'may re st assured it is what I never intended.
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the classical gentleman, accidentally honour me
lith a peep,
anp consequently be disg usted, all
h ave to say for myself is,
'Sir, I ~incerely ask
!lllr pardon; I did not intend it.'
To give uffence
, no one, and in the smallest degree to contri.
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to --- th e innocent amust ment of the cottage
,,'.side, in the hour of relaxation from toil, is the
Itllmit of my ambition;
and ir I succeed, I am
lIttclly satisfitd-l ask no more.
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PREFACE.
The welFare both here and hereafter,
of th e f arm- h ouse and eott
humble eo~pepr5
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wJ.ne health, peace, and contentment dwell, 5
POEMS, &c.
ever he a sllhje, t dear to the heart of their grat
friend and fellow-servant.
SAM. THOMS
SONNET TO MY FLUTE.
Cramho Cacve,
No'lJ_
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thou, my Flute, art of the doleful yew,
A"d by the bard"r of some lover's tomb,
Within the precillcts of t he church-yard's gloom.
Apart from life, my dirgeful whistle grew.
1'lte low-note murmuring of a broken heart,
'l'he song (,f SOl r"w, in the evening grove,
And mdancholious wail of hopeless love,
Are all the melody thou canst impart.
Although I take thee up as brisk and gay
As old Anacreon, merry bard of yore,
A two-part str"in Lscalcely can essay,
Till I'm as grave and solemn as fourscore •
. jOCUJ1d bards, that laugh yonr way to fame,
this my whistle's, or its owno!r's hlame ?
J ttb ·hbrllary, 1800.
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SONNET.
SONNET TO DAPHNrS;
TO TH E MO ON.
On p ulling Cl grey hair JrollllllY' ""(Id, one day whm lte wa,
cropping it.
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YES, Daphnis, 'tis a pile of snow,
Tho' summ er fain would linger here;
Blown premature to let me know
That gloomy wintel'8 'reign is near.
L a! in my po.::ht,
Or has it been the hand of care,
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r a bottle carry,
Which at Tom J-8-n's three ,shillings cost ;"
I bought it just to make my Daphnis merry,
GrBfl pling for g ladness t o destroy,
That left the hoary trifle there
But shou ld I fall ~nd break it-all is los: .
On grave of some ' departed joy?
May hor est BOI'eas ev~ ry vapour sweep
From thy blue hi?hwa y, to the west away,
A nd let thy yell ow radian('e sweetly sleep,
Such silent monitors befriend,
And kindly a nxio ~l s see m to say_
" T hink, mo rt al, on t hy latter cnd;
Along our vallies, till the break of day•
. " Thy su mm er's fading fas t away.
But never on the g rey -/ocks frown,
" 'Be virtuous, they become thy crown."
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" The hoary head is a cn,) wn Qf glory, if it be fou nd in the
w~y of rigllL ~ou ,n e ~ s '"
Queen I'm tipsy...-let thy friendly ray
Conduct to 'Daphnis'door my wandering feet
The Muse, all glatitude, shall thee repay
With rustic eul,o gy, in sonnet sweet.
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SO L OMOti .
'J~ne lld, . 18 C~,
nu t 10 ' my D il phnis" bower appears in sight:-
M uch thanks, fair Phoebe, and a kind good night,
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EPISTLE
A CONTRAST.
TO MR, A':NEAS LAMON'f.
" Song sweeten; toil, ho~ever rude the sound!'
PHOEBE AND ROSIE.
night I was a little drunk,
And now I'm sitting by my spunk.
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In thoughtfu' musing Bort : Here's neither wife nor weaa-what then ~
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Phoebe Rosie's shape and features,
Added to her gentle mind,
She'd rise the first of lovely creatures
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Most accomplished of her kind.
HAD
Had Rdsil.! Phoeb '~ mind ;md manner~
Added to ht'r face alone; ,
Deformity might star,e upon her,
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All? own itself in her outdone.
An' mine's a thoughtless hissey.
Rosie's hand~ome, but (oh! pity)
Sbe's as stupid as a swine;
Phoebe's frightful, but she's witty,
Reads, thinks. and speaks like
Aft lounging and whinging
At fortune's cauld neglect; .
adivine.
Ye Bachelor, that trip it snugly,
Say which of these you'd wish to win?
The one with outside dismal, ugly,
Or' t'other .all deformed within,
An inkstand, and a barken'd pen, .
Which aft I use for sport.
With books at hand-a famous shi.ft,
Ye ken, whanane's, no bisy,
Or wban the Muse is no ('n tift-
.
She frets me, ~nd gets me
The million's disrespect.
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'Twadang ago, ere father 1'imf,.
Had left eternity's dread clime,
Where all r ings w~re projected;
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The power that plann'd this mighty whole,
That gave unnurl)ber'd worlds to roll
In space as he directedGave 'Nature ordevs ,uB to· bring
Together on this stage,
And bade our so~ls congenial sing,
Thro' this our pilgrimage.
Attend now, my friend now,
,For such I will you name,
Let's nourish, and cherish
The glowing, sacred flame.
Whate'er our lot, in place 'or name,
Let's ne'er accuse the MIGHTY SCHEME,
.By mortals understood not;
To criticise the ways of Heaven,
And rap at gates, where no key's given~
Ah! certainly we should not.
Enough for us that we are here,
And know<t~e . RIG H T from wrong;
With re; son blest, our course to steer,
Life's blustering surge along ~,
Slill watching, and catching
Th e f3irest gale that bl~ws;
We'll lurk at, and work at
To safety lInd repose.
m] when w~ le~ve this house of clay,
il h kindred dust and worms to stay,
Perhaps above the skies,
ell meet again in happier spheres,
,Ir, far above terrestrial cares,
And warble forth our joys;
' here holy David sitteth sage,
I\mong the sainted quires;
lid countless bards, of every age,
Enraptur'd strike their lyres:
Still hymning, and chyming,
i n unison together;
lnspir'd all-just fir'd all,
In presence of their Father.
c often thought to Poets the re,
few, a better share
Of happiness may fall.
l ie feeling
B
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In sch ~ n i ing,
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Than to the goatish tribes of pro~e,
Whose sluggish blood half-stagnat e fio\\"s,
If such ge t th ere at all ;
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Of this I'm sure, wha t would to some,_
To ma ny th ousands be,
T he happy sphere-the heavenly home_
W ould hell t o y.ou an d me.
A l)d woe, si r, t o t hose, Slf,
Who nO ll ~ht desire t o know,
Save ga thering, and tet herin g
T heir heal'ts and souls below.
Y e world lings who, 1ike fil thy frogs,
T oil, spnlul, and hop thro' M~mmo n's bogs.
P the ne ighbo urhood of H ell ;_
Say, what wo ul d YOll wish H eave n to beWhat the re desi.re to hear. feel, see?
AJ;\s ! ye cannot t ell.
Great Heaven's ~ state of glorious bliss,
N o love of ga in g oes t here ;
Your prosti tuted souls with this
D efo rm'd and j aundiced are.
Y OUf
fr~ tting
~nd
d reaming,
days are past;
And fuel for cruel
Rem orse, you fall at last.
Behold , reVErse of ,you indeed,
The sim ple poet tunes his reed,
B eil(ath h is ha\\:thorn shade,
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'W here thi rst of wealth may never dare
His inoffensive pastime mar,
Or rural j oys invade.
By meditation seated soft
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011 foney's whirling car,
E lijah-like he ~ O Ullts aloft,
!l..1l d visits every star.,
H igh t oweri ng. an? sconring ,
T hrough fidds of. wa ving bliss,
He g rasps at, and clasps it
E vasive happiness.
L amon t , I'm often made to grieve,
A nc s ~ are you, I'm led to b'!ieve,
Tllis WQrld to behQld,
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Till blasted, ex hausted, .
And why all this ?-for gold!
How fc\v, alas r benevolent,
They sink, and all is lost!
,
Have learned the art to please,
Or 'give a little to content,
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I"oud howling, and prowling,
" Sin1pliyity's' rew ar d :"
He t old me , he 1la d l·ea d my rh)' mes,
They pleas'd him wondrous m~ch;
And he had wl sh' d a thousan d tImes"
The weaker ones to worry.
Oft lIlusing, on a market-day
I sit me down upon the brae,
And watch the plodding train,
After the Iiood-wiuk',d god4ess all,
Hope, !>till before them, scuds apace,
Possession's fa, departed!
Oft ,disappointment mars tli~ race,
And , throws them where they started;
The other day, a gauey blade~
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not ag k , \' ndeed , whnt trade,
Came here to see the bard;
, 11b 0 ur'squir'd him to my door,
A nerg
.
W hen out 1 sprung, un shav'd and poor,
But, bustling. and justling
Each other,in a hurry; ,
With menial sh ift, a~d ~ervile call,
Their weary ~inews strain:
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All vexing, perplexing,
, to wave they're tost,
From wave
!
How mimkind vex, and 8p~i1 each other,
Even crucify their bosoln brother,
The he ~ rt, that's ill at' ease!
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To drink with me, or sV :,
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me
and
ba
tter
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me,..
He . attere
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With cotl' pliments so hig}1, . " .
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Illm,,
So,, to smo nk WIt
' Im, and jok,e wl~h
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' And drink, away wtllt
J.
. set III
. 'Beattie's little room,
Now
. bu~om en,.
'1 > I. and !camed groom,
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With rustic bard unshaved
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lleneath our coarse·grain'd country rugs,
But soon I ween, I could remark,
.All in
In reek then~ sic smeek th en,
the eye of ruddy Cle[lr>
" How have w~ been deceiv'd."
Howe'er they soon remount their horse"
M y rhyme is run to
fri sky,
P ermit me now my pen to wipe,
Iqllaffed at, and laug hed at,
The whole, from-clowns to kings.
Then smoak, and go to bed.
M ay Trojan spirit s warm ye
To come and sec me at my cot, ·
That stands by p 1storal Lyle;
to bring Tom Kean alonD" .
YOIl
Be ever how to charm ye ;
Who smili ng, beguiling
th oug ht, a nd nOl far wrong.
sup on butter milk a nd slugs,
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Your every ca re aw ay,
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YOll,
and h ap
Fro!l} e very bitter fray.
41nd lie on chaffy hammock,
arch
'! A kiud of Potatoe. ~
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~nd may your kind LavLnia's care,
b'
It was not wort h yo ur while.
T. 0
J\.nd eke to fill my lit tle pipe,
W hile you t he 113 nl e JE neas we ar,
I asked you once, bllt y.{)u forgot,
Perhaps
d ogg~re l prose,
And sleep arrest s my head:
That st.ill a comfort brin b
<TS'
You were
'twad be your dead!
B ,e li(ve me, 'twa.d grieve me,
'My candle now draws ne a ~ a dose;
My shabby, luckless lot;
So
o sir,
To ken ye got the weed.
And off at Dublin trot;
Left me to ruminate and curse
BlIt whiskey,
W ould suit but ill your stomach •
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MII)"1 the flowers of every scent and hue,
ADDRESS
T hat g ladly glow-'d in thy meridian niy,
TO THE SETTIN G SU~:
~ Ni)! n'd, shut up, bow all the ir heads to 'You,
" While thro' the we't, w\l<re sinks the Cl im60n day,
Meek twilight slow ly ~ ai l s , and wavts her banners gr
Ml1S 0
'W
HILE
N ature from a thousan d tuneful tongues
Exult ing joyous, hymns the g rateful lay,
T~ thee the inspirer of ·her wild-wood th ro ngs,
And sleep, exp'e ctant of another day• . ,
) yc: ~ ! another dawn .... ill soon be here,
A od \ hou' lt re t urn
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For well I know ~e':' e al l ill debt to thee;
flaming glory bright,
W "pt for thy abse'nce thro,' the p, nsive night.
Fo~ all the blessings of the by-gone day;
Accept, kind ruler of the day, from me,
/). Imite of gratitude all1ol'l,g tht: rest,
wi~h
ki ss from every fl r)we r the re nder tear,
ye t how easy for that
~'and
divine,
Th at plac'd thee the~e to quench thy living. fire,
1.lke ,,11 thy tw inkli ng su bjects cease to shine,
And Nature from the universe retire.
But what's our gratitude ?-a illite at ,best!
_ Yet, Persian.like l
to
worship
w er~
a crime,
Of r~nk idolatry in fa~e of light;
I only thank thee ill a rl) s~ ic rhy me, .
And simply sing, 0 Sun! a kind good night.
The merry midges, in t heir thorny halls,
Attune t.h eir li ttle prpes, an d
spor~
an,d play
Their s~eet, amusive, fairy madrigals,
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And still small dirges to departing day.
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Mill we fondly hope an oth.er day,
T o see th ee rise, and watch tby going down:
I'j .~ rims we hope o'ur heedless lives away,'
Till death's dark evening on our pr0spects frown.
lil t now th e
honr~
thy crimson cnrtains close,
A nd silence swallows every warbler's lay;
'Ii(' droning beetle warns us to repose,
Aud trust to Heaven for another day. _,
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VE RSES
'~ )JC//Stonian fire thy bosom warm d,
, Vith all his Leasowes-sketching glow1
Composed in the H ermitage D
J Greenmount,. Sept. 3d,
ADD RESSED TO MRS. THOM SON.
I\nd to see this curious grotto form'd,
" Sweet ls the breath o( vernal .hower,
Th e be e~ co llecteri ll easure , weet,
Sweet !"" sic' ;; me lting fall, but sw e~ ler yet,
The still, small voice of gratit ll de."
His crenius
hover'd down below.
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Sure Heave~ alone inspires the mind,
. With every first-rate vii tue fair;
GRAy.
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SWEET GREEN M O UNT,
hail! thy vernal name,
Is music ~ n my artless t ong ue ;
This day from Crambo avc I ca me.
To greet thee with a simple song.
But chiefly to ;evisit
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,
the~ • .
T o whom the Indi·an seas resign'd
Their c~ral beds. and beauties rare.
W/hile other travellers but amuse
Us with a stale desoription cold;
Here we the Indi t's may peruse.
And half their curious things behold.*'
My patroness, and generous friend.
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4nd £-,--'s cherub face to see, ,,
My course I here did hither bend. '
No~ in thy hermitage, apart,
. I tune my rnstic reed once more;
And, wond ering, bless th~t head of art,
That planll'd the strange romal'ltic bower.
H ere ART and NATURE kindly meet.
While elegance of taste refin'd,
Enjoys the mental banquet, sweet,
That dignifies the enlighten'd mind.
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Here' I nnocence may sleep secure.
Poor ~xile. o'er the world driven;
"
.. I\.lluding "to the won~~rful collection of Indian curiosities
now at Greellmount.
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curious.grot I'll take my leave
f you, and home again repair,
And Piety, with
. fervour pure
May w~ft her holy wilh to heaven.
1'0 pal'tnt Lylc, and Crambo Cav!,
And fr\ends that wait my coming there.
Delightful place ! where I could long,
Did time allow me, linge ring stay;
And fil using , hll m my artless song_;
But somet hing whispers, "come away .."
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I'licre, ever as I'll stray in view
If thee, kind Greenmount, I'll renew
1y wishes for thy happiness,
IIU all thy generous ' inmates blesJI. -'.
Permit your bard, ~ re he depart,
To breathe one ard ent, honest prayer.
Which flows spontaneolls from the heart,
. That Heaven can witness is sincere. _
o Thou,
from whom all bliss descends,
S mile on th is thri ving place, I pray,
Protect my par ron iz~ng friends.
And k~ep misfortune far away.
And, O! tholl power omnipotent!
My lIamelake patron bless alway,
~ith health, and peace , and sweet content,
Till lengthened life's remotest day.
EPISTLE TO HAFIZ,
Wh il e Health,. heavenly goddess, smiles buxom and gay,
IIhu ll we murmur that wealth comes not nigb?'"
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M4CNEIL'L .
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cheerful Spring does our hurnies unbind,
Ililc Winter. grim tyrant, retreats with a roar,
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Ihollsand delights n~w ~he poet
may find,
11 new, as he never had found them before.
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Hark !-the woods utter forth a melodious voic
And joy's y ellow radiance plays over the plain
The hills and ,the valleys do- sing, and rej oice
In the s~eet. resllITcction of nature again. '
Long, long my dear Hafiz. I've wish'd
liS
a friend
, To h,ave your name put on the top of my list;
But difficlent, lest I might chance to offend, ,
I still would the innocent impulse resist.
II Wt'c t poesy, little, alas ! I can boast,
fill li ttle 1 \think 1 am fit. to endure;
III ' ~rtes, some guineas to me ihe has cost,
Y ·t I cannot lay on her the blame that I'm poor.
'I,,' tuneful propensity, reckle s~ 'lf care,
H,.gard ltss what weather to . morrow may blow,
'lioll goddess ()f ll dkt"dness, wretched and bare,
A1'.: qlla lifica~ioli s, suffi~i t nt, we know.
For a series of summers I've follow ed ~our mUse
F rom sonnet to sonnet, with kindred glee;
Would hum them, delighted, and re-reperuse :
Ah! Hafiz, thy harp is no stran~er to m,e.
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IIafiz, however, this will (lot a ppfy,
L'ol I'm told he has plenty to t at, -drink and wear,
.o ll' petellce, long may he li ve to enj oy,
T hat pipeg to Hibcrnia, so sweet and so clear.
From the following fragment intended for you,
Sung a g?od while ago, it will plainly appear,
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That) at the time, simple dreamer, scarce knew
But we had familiar been, manz a year.
" I'm here yet, my friend, in the regi~ns of
And a day of adversity 'tis to be 'sure;
To ,all my' exertions stern Fortune says
d~
NAY:
For fate has decreed that the bard must b\p0
Ii uppi rk ss follow, fr om shade,unto shade,
H il l
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hitherto all my ende;,wurs
are vain;
I .ikl: a fairy, before me, disports the sweet fnaid,
'omcti mes I lme sig ht, then I start her again.
Ilhi lilAophy Ray s, and we know it is true,
'1"1 ut t"njoyme nts are frt qll~ lltly found in the
ch~se,
Jl.llIlIIgh th enl t,o k eep tht brigbt object in view,
'1 hat on earthslill eludes us, and shuns our embrace.
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I daily keep chasing, as jocund and gay
As the blackbird, that whistles on April's g
bush,
ILLY's F.AREWELL TO WHISKEY.
And hopping misfortunes, that fall in lllY way,
I carrol content, as the light-heart~d thrush.
Wen pleased, if my Hafiz excuse me the while,
(Whose kind correspondence L10ng have desir
" Slrong drink is r2 ging, nnd clolh make
Tbe wi se>l m~n a fool,
J, nd he thal j , dt ceiv'd . hereby, .
Is just a sen s cl~ s !) mule. t1
SOLOMON' S PROVERBS.
And over this innocent rhapsody smile,
Which reading his bea utiful poems inspired."
Thus, sir, you perceive, I have gotten it out,
Which this long time, till now, I did only inte
You'll laugh, and imagine me .crazy. 110 doubt,
No matter, I'm still your congenial friend.
llIarch u, 18ot .
VIII SIt E Y, . fa re you we11 for cv~r, , \
B,andy, Rum, and Gin likewise;
'vcr Il,ore shall yo~r sad feve r, .
feed on my repenting ~i~hs.
~ vcr more, ynu may believe me,
Shall you I urn my mo o n-stru~k brain,
'ricBtti and Levites now forg-ive me,
1 will ne'er be drunk again.
EPIGRAM.
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mother Churcli, in d ~ys of' old,
Had oaken caup! ami priests of gold;
.But now, with sorrow be it spoke n,
Ber caups are gold, her priests are oaken .
lon g, alas!
rVe>
prostituted
l'ar lS, for other purpost given,
l ' h~1I to b"bble, ali imbruted,
Wlcl>.edly insulting Heav~n. :
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s·mgm,
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» roann',
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rantm,
swearin',
Frae gloa~ in g's close, till breaking
Tholing vulgar blockheads' J" eerin'
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That kept sober, as they say.
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A long farewell to Gib and Beattie,
M'Adam too, and kind M'Bride,
I'm now resolv'? henceforth to quit ye,
And for myself at home provide.
Ye hogs abhorring
Sc ~ ndal - mon g ers
~oci a l
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P harisees deride'your reeling,
poor, conceited, emplY , mush,
Yuurs is every generous feeling,
'fruth, and every lib'ral wish.
Gaily set- ajovial squad;
NcvtT mind me, gladues, bless ye,
he an d she,
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That adore the merry squeeze, '
J")all thei)" filthy jarg-ol1 c"llous,.
Drink and sing as long'S ye please.
that i should chan'ce to pass ye,
riot,
Now for goodness' sake lie quiet
A" fo r you, my hearty fellows;
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And let poor, fool drinkers be.
I own loft ! ,thro' human weakness,
Stept aside, and took my dram,
. When, in sp ' rit of Christian meekness,
You ~ver e ready still to damn.
I will ne ithe r curse nor ban ye,
Base, calumniat ing stork s,
. B lit as rh' ; postle s~ ,d o' Sawney.
Lord re ward ye for y?ur works.
D rinking puts me ,raving mad.
I lnwe'e r, to make an affidavit.
Wo uld be farthtr still astray,
My hOliest promise here you have it,
• k it as I may.
Kee p 'or brea
i\ltho' I thus relinquish drinking,
Ralldo m splore, and soci al n'lise,
l)UII't
let my old fr i~ nd s be thinki ng.
That I am Without my joys.
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1\'ow when Javerocks sing good-morrow,
To the sun, at early dawn,
A PERIP A TIAE.
Wha, that \lealth enjoys, can sorrow,
""Vand'ring o'er the dewy lawn ~
I r' I I'TUNE,
Catching every wild-waod rapture,
11.111', hoadwink ' d belda'Tl, hag ar witch,
I : lIlIc faith, thou'st lent me now a hitch,
To glad my heart,
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Floating on the balmy bO'ale •
.Reading
IllS
de lightful cbapter,
1\1111 set me up amanl!,' t he ric h,
To Flay my part.
III tht' fragrant, daisied vale,
Joys
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are here. worth all their pnncheons,
Joys, th at blackheads cannot find,,
So fartwell
I'll nae mair ca' th('e bitch,
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IVhlll tbo'to
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duddy bykes,
~ lid :lcorn as dirt, tlle foolr hat fykes,
For meal and milk.
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W~lcam\! health, and peace of mind
. , '
April30th,
~ 'Ir mnir I'll mix:
otter snools ydelvin dykes;
111 1 Il ing and rant as best behkes,
Wi' fok'in silk,
wbi >kcy, din and nansense,:--
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, [II'ce
111 1
lear, I little claim,_
can read or write my name,
"er was yet six miles frae hame,
Yet, what the rnatter ;
I, nover drees a de,al a' blame,
That gold can clatter.
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Buok-Iearn'd, a scholar made complete, .
Yet if he's duddy,
'Vhat signifies or worth or parts,
Their boasted sc'iences or_arts I
Wha deel will care ar. head
If tmmet-like, a fellow scarts,
0"
wheat
For sic a body.
, Upon the earth,
He's just a gawk, 'lis gold l'IIy healts,
Brings wit and worth.
While on the ither han', if chance
llri~g
up the veriest stupid dunce,
'lad a la mode, as he'll advance,
'ris gold keeps a' the world alive.
)
We crouch in' spirit,
To war it mak's the sodger drive ';
It "
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gl es ~u 1d maids, o"fi ft y-five,
The haft ins blin', descry at ance
The man o' merit • .
The cheek ~, youth;
And gars fause preachers aftrn rive
,
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, A ,lId hide the; truth.
The fact is plain 1.0 balfshut eyes,
H owever som e theIr min'ds disg uise;
The wealthy milll all ranks do prize
As nup'itorious, '
And equally the poor despise,
As base iogloriout.
For in"tance, if ye chance to meet
A man
0' genius
on tbe street,
I hope my auld acquaintance see
'l'hetfeverence that's now dueto n~ ;
To joke thegither, and mak' free,
As we were wont,
On equal terms-O sir,'twad be
. A sad affront. -
Nae doubt they'll aim the spitefu' dart
0' rankling envy. at my heart;
And use~ malicious a' thei r art, '
To, scandaliz~ me;
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But this I dont r~gard a
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[-t,
'T \VI'11'
ne er
) wad some tempest rise an' blaw, .
.
sUI"Imz~ Il)e'~
1 tayIor was, some blockhead says
,
Tho' now
~ ae
'
high my chin I raise;
An' botched a charming suit' 0' elaea.
I made his dad,
Out on the.e lo~sy, eaffY
They
~ut m~
AN APRIL MORNING.
i
When now th: address is, to be sure,
please your honour.'
I'm ~ ure my daddy does p~rpl e x me,
My brither's visits sadly v'ex me
'
,
My mither too, wi' kindness racks me,
,
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Auld,stinkin' smoaker'
I often wish when she dis£i-acts me,
'
The devil cho~k her.
..
'l'hen 1 could cape)r, crousely craw,
•
I.
· h
A n i'ant It ng t .
mad.
To see relations at my door,
They're sic ~ snt'a kin ' pack and poor:
Th ~y mak' me scanner;
, 4n'
Frae hum an sight ,;
9a ys,
o me, l' never can endure,
)
'I 'lIe halewar. 0' them clean awa,
I\.n' lare them deep, in L apland snaw,
Now Winter
SECS
that he mbst post away,
And yield to Spring1. he glory of the day;
Bl1 t rueful si'ghillg, that he \V as so slack,
He nightly sends his emissaries back;
His shivering bullies who with icy chain,
Bind infant b~auty on her ,green domain,
Her d~oopillg flowers in coldrife bonda~e lay;
But lo! . great Sol again resumes his 5way :
Now all retreating 011 ~ g ale of wind,
The y .Jcav~ their pl~nder and their chaihs behind ~
D,
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from Ollr land to part,
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'l'hou wavering wand'rest thm' the falli 'n g snow.
Cold manacles} which morning's rosy eye _
Dissolves to pearly drops of glowing joy,
IUMlead of May, ~er buds and bloo.Ti i ll g flo we rs,
Unnumbe'r'd, tw inkling thro' the exulting
That wont to garnish all our li ttle vale,
Th at whispers grati tude on every gale;
. meet the
The woodland warblers chant their sweetest
rig~>ur
of p ece mber's showers,
old driving snow, keen frost, and pelting ha il.
And larks ascenvl tO
o Heaven, with songs of
Ere they to other regi ons Rpeed away,
they must not divulge the ru eful tale,
Of poor Hibernia having lost her May,
TO THE CUCKOO.
,
tuneful mavis now sits sadly mute;
Co-mjJosed during a keenf;ost and driving snow, lYlay 16, -1
The fri ghted larks are driv~n to and ftO ;
" No genial warmth yet glads the grove,
And decks the lawn with vernal hues, Th e birth of beauty, mu sick, love,
Cold's unpropit ious power subdues."
11.1 frost has silenced every warbler's fl ,lte,
STOTT.
o
And mnsick dies beneath th.c falling s~ow "
hI) would not pity .the industriolls bee,
('om pell'd to wander thra' the .orift alone ?
CEASE!
sweet bird, the love, inspiring lay,
Thou sees t the Hea vens with wild disorder
While ,:aging Winter ruins old ~eeH May,'
And ruddy Y;raps ' he~ in December's gown:
That mu ch p maz'd, kind 'voice of love, thou a~tl
Thy song confus'd, do,th evide'n tly show;
lli lln b'd and frost- bit on the frozen lee!
III search of' ft.owers, alas! but find eth none,
sweet bird, thy ever-pleasing strain,
Blit ahi the tempest rumes thee full sore:
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Say, ~idst thou ever, on our
Accompanied with such a strain,
. ,Encounter sll,c h adversity bdi.He ?
Yet eh ! a little wbile prolong thy stay,
Be~old, the smiling loves a flow'ry crown;
Prepol, in Stcrc't, for their blooming May,
.Wheil sht· has c<\st away December's gown..
As heavenly Handd had admir'd ;
Made transport dance 'thro' every vein,
And an his .tuneful boso m fir'd.
Hencefo rth thou art' my Muse, sweet maid,
o beauteous acraph
pardon me !-.
My vows to tl;ee .shaU all be paid, .
M'!)i 16, I 8o~.
And all my songs illspir'q by thee.
Fresh joys arise, a brighter glow,
GRATE,F UL THANKS
FOR WI ~ E AND MUSICK.
l1wnhly a""ressed to llfiss E. 1'. Greemno""I, a
amiabie YOllng L ady.
" Ri eathing r:tplure, musiLk charm~,
PU I
e as angt:l
V Ir
tuer... "n1lks,
She t.he rude ' t ,..,o ul di ~ a t m$,
And the melting heart. beg uile, ."
TOWNSHJ:.:.NO.
LET
guilt no ,more on me attend,
Nor fear di stra ct this breast <If mine,
Sweet Innocence is now my friend,
And, smiling, gave me rosy wine.
Shall animate my every line;
While from my artless reed shall flow
Soul-soothing airs resembling thine.
And when with vicious. vulgar noise,
I'm tir'd, alas! as tir'd may be,
I'll steal me from their senseless joys,
T' indulge the pmsive <zualk with thee.
<[he pensive ~alk, now doubly de ar,
By h 3wthorn hedge, or purling
stream~
Remov'd from bustling life's ca reer,
T' enjoy apart, my golden dream. /
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And when to good old age she's come,
To soothe my soul with cheerful lays,
L one as I rove by br~'e and burn,
The mother o( a happy race~
. While dear rememb'red early days,
Ltt sister an tr els bear her home,
To mansions of eternal peace.
vVith all their scell'C s of bliss, return.
W h~t
thoug h
bene~th
May ZS' 18oz.
the bitter blast
Of "dverse fate, I sing and sigh,
And, shivering, eye the cold N or-west
==
,
Of fortune's s~owJ.ing, 'ang ry sI,},.
\~ha t
TO ANNA.
tho' I say, I"m left behind'
Wealth's haughty minions, proud and vain.,
.
.
With slich a mllse and fl'iend co nJ'oin'd
,
' Twe~e irupiou s, surely, to complain,
And should the cruel g ale hlow hard,
An d strip
m~ Ji t ~1e sheltering
tree;
Thy fait.hful-friend, the rtl Rtic bard.
Will qn'it I,is hold and fly t o thee.
o 'HeHven !
m y lcvdy cherub sti ll,
Prote'ct .wi~h YI,ur peculiar care
An d
"uaro hcr'J from
~:>
j
tbio world's
ill 2
.
nut chiefly man's deluding snare,
.
My
ANNA,
why d!)I behold
,
That l.uvely 'fo rm of thine decay?
Ah! why must I, so oft be told,
Thy auburn locks al'e wearing grey!
Tby Autumn h,~1rries on apace,
And Wint er comes; so bleak and bare;
Ah! must that once delightful face,
Be made the furrow'd field of care!
The cruel wrinkles now expel
'I he 'graces fro_m thy brows divine,
Whik from t by. moultl I'm griev'd to t ell,
\Ve hear ot ·age, the dismal whine.
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N.ot ev'n thy 'lipsstern Time can spare,
TO HIS GUARDIAN ANGEL.
Whence oft was snatch'd the balmy blessing;
But plants his hedge of ,whiskers there,
Which ruins all my Anna's kissing!
o TJ:lou!
Yet what the matter-welcome twine
, Thy ' oid dry arms around my ribs;
Whose kinrlly care ,hath oft restrain'd
His steps, when far astray.
By ~weet affection thou art mine,
Thou know'st I never told thee fibs.
Improve thy heart with all thy care,
And daily pray to Heaven for grace;
by paren't Heaven ordai n'd,
To watch him on the way,
With grateful soul, to th ee he sings,
Who dost him safely. keep,
Beneath the shadow oJ thy wings,
Awake and when asleep.
Thou'lt find a fund of comforts there,
And never feel the wither'd face.
Throughout the maze of childh'ood, thou
His pr"gress dtJst attend;
Atriv'd at age of nlallh ood now,
Art still his truest frie nd.
Thro' adversity's cold gloom comp'ell'd
Hi s qreary road to grope;
Thy sol ace hath his murmursquell'd,
_ Ana renovattd hope . .
When Satan's bait was near him popp'd,
And fond to take it he:
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A tear of pity thou hast d ropp'd.
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And sigh'cl to set him free.
How do;t thou. grieve with him to part,
SONNET.
'. And see him head ~tr()n g fly,
Falling a
dnp~
to Belial's ar.t ,
In some delu ding sly.
o would he he.nceforth wisdom woo!
And all his follies leave,
Giving thee nothing else· to do, _
But watch in Crarnbo r.ave ;
W ritten on !J{onday, J uly the first, aIel stile, 1802,
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being Templepatrick Fair-day, tltat year.
W H I LE half my neighbours now enjoy the fair,
And give . their vacani hour~ to social mirth,
IIe re, left a prey to dark desponding care,
At home I muse me o'er the lonely hearth.
\
Much satisfaction th en were thine,
'Vhile happiness sincere.
Would on his hu mbJe dwelling shine,
And crown his comforts here.
And lastly, when the hour does come,
In which he'll bre at he his hst,
Upon thy wings th ou'lt waft him home,
T o everlasting rest.
'July 9,
o how,
just now, in Sam. M'Adam's room,
T he gabble rises uncon strain'd and free;
Poor solitary soul, may I presume
That any th ere will waste a thought on me ?
Perhaps some honest-hearted lad may say,
" Lothario likely, o~ ingeni ous Orr,*
What keeps the fello\,\, from the fair to-day?
I know he dearly loves the random sp/ore."
18o~.
'(,h us some are kind, whilst others qu ite uncivil,
'ould wish, alas! my Bardship at the devil.
* Mr. Orr, the Po~t.
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LINES
JOHN CRICKET.
Scribbled on the blank leaf of a poem, _entitled
QUENT£D VILLAGE; "
written in pr o fessed
tionto the ju stly celebrated I>EHRTED VILLAGE afGo
J
smith, by Anth~ny King, an Irish barrister.
-was a crafty clown,
An' -monie a penny made
A mang th e young folk, up and down,
JO HN CRIC K ET
By fortune-telling trade.
liVE seen the villa&e, Anton dear,
,
That, 'Oliver lamented,
Upon' a day, as chance wad hae't,
Had fallen a prey to ruin drear,
And also your's frequented.
In nibour Hab's, the ,sinller
W ould ~ide dIsplay the beuk o~ fate,
Gin they'd gie him his dinner.
For his, I solemnly declare,
Though On its street the grass grow,
I'd rather pause an hot,lr there, /
Than in your's, though bright as Glasgow.
To gie his stot s the mid:day hire,
H ab hap p~ n ' d, hame to come,
He saw the prophet at the fire,
Far, far from your's of empty show,
, 'Sweet Poetry's departed : -
So his we'll call frequCtlted 1I0W,
Am! your's the duIl, dmrted.
A,nd stepping tothe room;
A cricket on a table there.
Beneath a dish he whu mell'd ;
" Just now I'll trick this cunning spaer,"
Thus to himself he mumbled. ,
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He cries on John, wi' angry look,
An' syoe the door secur'd,
An' drew frae out a cobweb neuk,
A rusty Highland sword:
Now, quoth the farmer, cc' a~ a word,
" Tell what's beneath that dish,
" Or with this gmlt-avenging sword, )
" I'll gut you like a fish."
All r(mild and round he ey'd the bowl,
Blit naething could discover:
Then bawl:d out with desp airing gowl,
" Alas! poor Cricket's over."
Then H "lbert belching out an oath,
Upon the spaeman gazed,
Remov'd the dish at once, when both
Were equa'Uy amazed .
..
LINES,
Composed on passing Greenmount.
AT sight. of thee, t)Yemmollnt, alas!
My heart doth sigh and moan;
There whilom dwelt my patroness,
But now she's dead and g~ne.
Thy shades how dull and dreary grown,
\\lhere gladness lov'd to stay:
And all the Loves and Graces' flown~
With Beauty far away.
Thy seats, thy walks, and blooming bowers,
Where Taste, delighted, stray'd,
Arid smil'd amid a scene of flowers.
. Are now an empty shade~
The curious grot, wher~ lately I,
So llappy tun'd my re'e~,
Doth now, alas! neglected lie,
A hqmitllge indeed'!
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, The cheery minstrel tribes of joy,
That wak'd the smiling roorn,
Now maids and youth's deli~hted rove,
Thro' calm retirement's blissful
scen~s,
O'erjoy'd exchanging vows of love,
All happier far than kings and queens.
From all thy green recesses fly
To solitud es forlorn.
There sadly perch 'd on bl~mbles low,
Unhe ard, and far unseen,
Ye golden great, on whirling wing,
Borne high aloft beyond 'ou'r view, '
Indulge in dirge of weary woe,
Ye laugh to hear us say or sing,
For her that was their
~een.
:
Yet 0, my fav'rite vernal m'ount,
'May Heaven thy g otes defend,
I'll love thee lon g on her account,
That was my Muse's friend .
We here indeed look dow'n
Oil
you.
Your gilded joys are all a cheat,
Your bappine.s .is not the thing;
An empty, formal, rank deceit,
That leaves behind a crud sting.
Brown gloaming, thine are every sweet,
THE .GLOAMING.
A
RAPHSODY.
the gloamin g's balrny gloom
Obscures the smili ng face of things;
. AGAIN
The whisperi,ng Z ephyr breathes p,erfume,
And every grove with rilpt ure rings.
The lowly cottag~-rQQf-tree knows,
Where Health, Content, reace, Temperance meet
To bless the lll mates wlth repose. , '
Here fa r-remov'd bc:neath thy smile,
In many a shade, grey-hooded even,
The virtuou s, simple sons of toil,
A swee~ communion holU with Heaven.,
E
:?
,
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Unlike to our's, your gloaming falls,
Far distant from the broad highway,
Ye sons of cities, din and care;
Your's noise, confusion, plays and balls;
Our's the delight of pra ise and prayer.
And out of dis~ ipation : s view,
'Tis here, ye ,glitte ring great and gay,
The cottager looks down on you.
Bow soft, from yonder lowly bower,.
The sole mn- so!lndi~g evening psalm.
Where pious saints :onfess the power
Of Gillead's soul-restoring balm_
Yet there are such, 0 name it not
.
L et proud St. Pde r's raise her spires,
An~ Paul's her orga ns and her bells;
Devotion's far more sac red fires
Illume
cur cots and smoaky ce!ls.
Let others Geek the blazi ng t~ wn,
Where f~ shioli's g iddy train appear,
'Vhere happi nc$s IS oft run down .
And mu rder'd in the wild c a r c ~r.
Ah! still congenial to my he~r t,
T he lowly cot, at ehsi!lg day,
1n lo nd), wilderne.ss apart,
W here lo.vl: and joy delighted st<1Y.
In -Gath, nor spread the scandal far~
'Vho 'eve~ in the tufted cot,
With Heaven wage the wicked war!
Yes there are such, and not a few,
'Vho even the Sabbath-day profane,
Whose guilty bosoms never knew
A. thought, save wickedness and gain.
Propitious hour of heart-felt song.
Still grateful 'to the feeling few,
T en thousand joys to thee belong,
\ Vhich living lumber nev~r knew.
Congenial soul,S o'erjoy'd shaH greet,
Thy ever friendly gloom with me,
WI1ile catching inspiration sweet,
And many a glowing,tho\lght from thee.
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Reflection's/ sober-suited hour,
Still precious to t he sons of song,
'Whether kind Z ephyr" c].lff the bowe~.
Or wintry winds p ipe loud an d long.
And whe n grave Autumn's prospect yields,
A
tra n ~ port
to th' ex ulting swa in,
q'er,woods emhro,",: ning, fadi ng fiel~s
Soul- soothing is th y pe usive reign.
T hus every season, j oys are thine,
Yes, even in the t ime of snow,
" ,vhen wailing ~aters fight with frost,
When naked hedgea hoary show,
And all th eii' harmony is lest.
/
Yes, even the n, deligh ted I ,
W hil e solemn sou nds at di stance roll,
En rap tur'd view t hy sta ry sky,
Extat ic t ransport, bosom bliss,
Surpassing far wh at verse of m ine,
O r even language can e x pre ~ s.
N ow night from Eastern inountains comes;
-"
,
Brig ht "sta ts peep ~hlO' the azure sky;
T he d ro~vsy beetle no more hums,
The bat
, is tir'd, and so am 1.
And far beyond it waft m~ soul.
Ye t still more pleasing in the Spri!lg,
When beauty smiles on bank and b ower,
To sit beneat h tby' silent wing ,
Meek, peaceful, praise-impiring hou r,
T HE THUMMING THU¥IFIED FLUTE.
ASSIST me all ye opening throats,
F rom - - - to - - - ,
How tranq uilizing too, thy gloom ,
A t cloEe of Su mme r's busy day.
\Vhen clouds of fr~grant rich perfllm e,
Roll o'er the de wy vqlt's away.
As ignorant of tuneful notes,
In truth as my black hOlse.
Ye pou1try j oin the general squeak ,
Beaks :omear'd with gutter gum,
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And all your clamorou s curses wreak
On curious, cunning Thumb.
Sitting- beneath the hawthorn tree.
In glen obscl1re; alone.
Thus every day he pines and seek S,
For he it was th at took in hand
The broken flut e to cure,
But made it worse, we understand.
, Than what it was before.
Far better had its o~n e~ took
And tied it with a thrn m,
Than thus bee n pisb'd on by a rookThat selfish rook- Tom Thumb.
o had it in the fire been caRt,
. That woe-begotten day;
For Strephon's muse, at the first blast,
Took fright and ~ed away.
The woody ' minstrds ~s he'll stray
Along the hedges. come
And, perching round hi m, seem to say,
Of dinner scarce a crum,
Till pale and wan are grown his cheeks,
The hlame is th ine, Tom Thumb.
One day I with a nappy quart,
Did to his cave repair,
~o th
I. " here' s health for your sad heart;
Dismiss your grief and care."
T hen lifting up his useless flute,
He we~ it with the rum,
And puff'd, and puff'd
but potstick mute !
At last, it growl'd, T om Thumb.
No more, l1P911 the evening breeze,
Its notes are borne away;
Still, murm uring, tlno' the- shadowy trees,
A soft fHcwcli to-day :
Our curse light on Tom T humb.
Sweet echo in her airy grot,
May now sit silent glum,
How would it wring your heart to see
O r if. arom'd, in passion hot,
The .fellow,,rhU:;:~'erthr.own,
... ~ ', ', .. "'- ' ,
.'
' ''I .. : : '
Perhaps she'il ban Tom Thumb.
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..r:.lie honey bees, in spi~eful wrath,
Sing hum along the lee;
A1! in contempt of him that hath
. Destroy'd our harmless gle ~ ;
The merry cuckoo, blithe an!i gay,
Sits with am,lzement dumb,
To hear the ruin'd whistle play,
And only play, T om T hu mb.
h a~: t e.pai,t;'d} he. POet~s ,whistle,
I' •
A nd set him al;1.to. rights,again •. ' '.
Again he trys his favourite airs,
, Loch Erockside," an(l " lri~~~m'ay,' "
And breaks the hea rt of angry cares, .
. With , Owre the hills aj,d far away.' . 1
lam, sir, yours joyfully, ' .
. I.
\' Oll
!t ,
, A,t
~aukill g 0'
the fall,ld / ,.
STR E I' H q N. ,
Delightless now, poor Bard ie st rays,
W ithout a fl ute or son g:
Indeed 'tis th () lIgh ~ his t uneless days
Cannot' be ve ry long ;
And should he die of broken heart,
A s prl'phesy'd by so tue,
We'll blame this hastard son of art:
A SPARK OF J'EACE TO ' EUGENIUS;·
()"({fsioned by a st;"ange diffel'encr., and the most insulting t;'eatment, ariJ'ing ! rpm the rn lj'repfcsentation, :e~wy, and
, maLignity of others.
P re tendi ng, empt y r hu mb.
Not wild i,?, wrath, hpt mila in stead,
Perhaps, indeed, thro' blindness,
I lay this live-coal 'on hi s he a", • ' .
To mell him down to kindness•
EPIST LE
. T O MR. M'IL WAlN, OF T HE CRa VE;
Tlte ingeniolls gentleman, who at Last menew" tlte Flu!••
AC C EPT thi ~
grateful , short epistle,
Ingenjous Mr. M'Ilwain ;
"
sonnet 'tis you do snppose."
yes, dear sir, it is a sotfnet :
SOME
o
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But wound your name in verse or
pro~e,
I never will, depend up od it;
The wrathful heart was never mine;
I can forget, and all fvrgive :
Rather than scrawl the scornful line
On you, may 1 first cease to live.
For if I have from friendship swerv'd,
In word, or deed, or i~most thought
,
'
I ve got but what I well deserv'd,
And you have
u~'d
me as yon ought.
While on the other hand, when ye
Reflect on treatment rude and rash,
And know that truth exculpates me,
Your conscience is the fittest lash.
. Tho' friendship's band be cast away.
Alas! already almost rotten,
The sweet remember'd, social day, !
By me shall never be forgotten.
Those happy days. when innocence
And mutual glee inspir'd our songs ;
Whilp. unsuspicious confidence
Alike insur'd fur hearts and tongues.
Such reverence we the memory show,
o.f deal"-iov'd fl iend~ . now lowty laid;
Such sacred reverence still we u~'e
Departt:d friendsh ip's holy shade.
Yet th:e~e are such when friendship cies,
Can
~) l
its silent shadt' be. patter.
WiTh cr}!d venow.poillted lies.
Which.truth.insulting blockheads clatter.
But far be't from me to supp"se
That you will e'er such traitor be ;
Tho' now e!lli~ted with my fots.
As damn yourself to murder me.
Compos'd of far, far other stuff,
Your overll Gwing, generous breast;
The heart ccmp ittdy malice proof,
And liberai soul you once possesst.
Farewell Eugenius. tho' to mert
On earth again, be never given,
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Our kindred souls in uni on s\veet,
TO' MR. T. B.
Will yet rejoice, I hope, in HeflveJ
011 my watch stOJ!l,ing ill his hancl, one clay while he
was looking at it.
lJ1Iarc;' 18, 18 °3' I
DEAR TOM ,
OLD
POSTSC R 1PT.
Of drouthy bullies, young and old,
No more, dear sir, m-eet j'('lI ilnd I,
To slay his harmless hour,.
" With grief, 0 be it s~l>keiJ ;"
At! mmt the once lov'd social tie,
I'herefore my wat ch denies to trace
A m(.ment now for thee, Tom;
Be thus for ever broken !
" 0 no,"-methinks,
father Time complains, I am told,
You muster all your powers,
And plainly ttlls thee to thy face,
r hear vou say,
" Tho' I ha ve been so hot ~n:t,
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She wont informer be, Tom.
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"We'll meet aga in, SOl11e happy d~y,
,~ And tie ·the ploughman's knot on't'." )
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With all my heart, take up the ends,
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The dial, or the tell-tale clock.
That here an hour betray, man,
Must be proclaim'd-in pieces broke,
And cast abhon'd away, man.
And bind th e w fa st tog-e t)Jer ;
And let us be the best of friend s.
This happily took place.
H() fairy minutes all in rowS,
Skiff o'er your houst unseen, Tom,
My watch, ttruck motionless, but shows
You where they unce have been, Tom.
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Behold each mom ~ nt, dar, weeI5J year,
R eturn to him tha,t sen t ~ he m.
And those that have dest roy'd them here,
Thdr ghost s will yet torm ent th em.Ah r far better would the th ough tl~ss throng,"
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Mak e friends withal! their. miml t es, '
How sweetly th en they'd d ance along, '
And sing to them like linnets.
Apr il ~O, 1803.
'1'0 see h er o'er her. nake.~ thi,ghs".
The la tt srs throw .!
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she be happy' l-ah ! .he lies" ..
.\Vho an swers-no. '
What tho' she stray in 'misery's ~ eeds,
A wandering thing/that n'o' on/ heeds;
11.: 1' soul, perhaIls, on manna te,,,ds :
The st;ll, ,small voice
May whisper peace-O meed ,of meeds !
, ' And ) ny <;If· j oys I: . '.
what about Y0l,lr ,n ame,
THE BEGG AR WIFE.
SEE
how yon weak, olJ wo man dr!lgs
Along t he way, h ~ r wea ry legs,
It matter" not from whence YOll came;
110 weary worn, half ,b tlnd, ,~ !1 4 1a,me !
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What bosom dare deny y uur claim !,
- W h"th e;lrt f>f, br~ss!
All bleeding, , stu ng b y c, uel ctegs: '
O ld, ;tarving, poor,
Man's help.meet- yes, E ve' s d a ui4 b t ~ r begs
F rol;n door to door.
How doth it fi ll obse-rvi og eyes
With tears, i\ no {.:cii ng heart s with sighs!
I'uor nake d wrd ch, I pity thee.,
1\ ' If1 were I rich, as som e I see, _
1'lI y sh d tered heHne
Oil yo od er le~,
I'd glatll y raise.
IlOse iowly roof sno u\d
'~a~rcd be
To prayer and praise. :
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Proceed, lone wanderer on thy way.
T he steady aim that spurns controul,
The day is not a d~stant day,
Com bin'd with every social grace :
Conspicuous dignity of so ul,
That thy poor way-worn linlbs wiUlay ;
Their journey done;
To moulder in their parent clay,
We read when we behold his fa ce.
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Full long we pip'd a nd snng unheard.
" , Forgot an d gone.,
Among th~se briery glen; and oraes,
Bllt nought, ' save cold neglect app"ar'd,
Rude blockhead censure, blockhead praise.
A COTTA GE FIRESIDE CANTO:
Illlmblyaddreued to the Right H onourable .To/m Henry
Viscount Bw:on, Templetown.
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At last' ,h is Lordship he reawa y,
In lucky hour came riding round, ,
He smil'd to hear the roundelay,
And prais'd the wild-note whistle sound.
COM E muse, and eh'ant thy choi€est Jay,
The very best thou canst afford ';
N ow that the snakes are swq:>t away,
To ,morrow thou shalt see my Lord.;\\
Yei, qnce again that fa~e w~ ' ll view,
In smi{es of good ness evel drest:
The index of a heart as true,
th~t his L\l1 dsbip waa to be a"
Muse,
YOll
min'cl th at gladsome day,
Soon as his Lordship did retire;
Yo~ tr;ck'd r o-ill plumes. and flutter'd gay,
Light-b rain'd:, conceited,
"it' on
fire.
O'e'joy'd to find' you on your feet,
That for some months lay dorman.t low,
As ever warm'd a human br: ast.
, >lI' HcarillS
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C\\slle·l.1plon next day.
I caught ihe infant whispel swee~, ,
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Come dothe in 'fliy ;ne
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grateful glow.
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th (/ rude thy ,unta\lght s~rl! i n ,
H is L Ol dslli p will for give, as he,
P C! naps, o'er al! his
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P ossesses ne'u a bard
do m a in ~
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thee.
Above the cares that discompose,
And
VeX
t he terra efil ial race,
T hy utmost wish be here to close
The evening of thy day in peace.
As from his groun d at fi r&t y o~ came"
A nd to it must in tim t ret urn ;
H e promis'd thee a little cave,
Y e u, cenes, have the fairest claim,
W here thou may'st sweetly rh yme a~d rave,
A claim his Lo.r( ship will n o ~ spurn~
He did indeed, and will bestow it,
And to, some purpose play the poet.
Erewhile thy wo odbine ' mpng th e bri\!~s,
E nraptur'd there I'll thee attend,
All hel pless, low, ulln otic ' d lay;
.But now " kin d suppor t appf:a rs,
Beneath my Lord's protecting eye,
And all thy future days befriend •
Wiil bear it
lipto blossum gqy.
So rtend. th y privjlege with care.
N or cver let thy
wi ~h e s
roam
B eyond t hy hU ll,bIe rural s,Phe! f _
Supremely blest , cont ent at home.
N o restless im pulse e'er call seize
Tb y' hea rt that is so happy here,
"l'o leave th y lo ng-Iov'd native lees,
And ~are nt Lyle, now doubly dear.
'Vith flo wing songs of g ratefu l j oy!'
No more - t o creep , and beg the while,
Thank Heave n I'm not of soul so scant;
His Lordship's kind, approving smile,
Is all I wish~is all I want.
So now enough, my simple Muse;
Postpone thy silly sooth en deavours,
T ill got within our cave, recluse,
And then I'll t hank thee fo r thy favou rs.
N,'1;ember 1 S. J 803.
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)}elusions all that only rise
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To vanish with the wind •
. HOFE.
.'0 fare~ell Hope, hencef',rth no more
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Eweet I-lope, that trom ben eath the
So unexpected sta·'t ed,
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Ar,cl dan e'cl .. cum! my lit tl e ~ave,
Is now, ahs!
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del~ ar.ted.
wave'
Thy golden dreams [ share;
E1ysian pictures gilded o'er.
To feed the fiehd Despair.
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The cur'ious cave' you drew for me.
AIR H
ope, at leng ( 'so weal'y grown,
Pale sicke ni ng down doth lie, ,
W hile congregated glooms are , thrown
With such assiduous care,
Was all a dream, I plainly see,
A castle in the air.
A long her eve n!ng s~y. , "
N o star ext enids it s friendly beam;""
The waY- W,orn fe e,t to .l~ l}i~~ , ,
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W hile tb ' ~ave n' s croak, and heron'sscrea~, ,
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Sound, frigh,~ful ~hro: , f?,e ~~id.
WHILE bitter hail 'and snow
B ut late on Fancy's green-hill side, '
. She sprung t o p rospects gaY?,
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This lets your Lord~hip know
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E njoy'd the sunsh.ine day.
Along our vallies dr,ve,
Your Poet's still alive.
And brisk , in Sol's meridia'n pr.ide,
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CARD-TO MY LORD.
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Alive to all the justling
The frosty fates allot him :
, Alas 1 how, fleetin g are the j oys;
world! in thee we fin d;
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He fears, amid court bustling,
Your Lordship has forgot him.
.But be that as it will,
The lowly simple bard,
Your Lordship thinks on still,
With soul-sincere regard.
Yes, while memory holds a seat,
His heart with grateful glow !hall beat.
Fehru ary, 1804. ,
Lock up your wee bosom, and gie me the- K;cy,
,\Ild tell the fool hash 0' your heart wad bereave ye,
Ye hae n'it ava, for ye gied it to me.
Vc left it wi' him who took care ay to breed it,
h nd guard it frae eVt~y thing wic Ked and vain,
Who gowt'd thy wee buttocks ay whtn they had
need o't,
Correcting thee kindly, "as thou'd been his ain.
WILLY SI~GS GRIZZY's AWA.
TU NE_
'fnk' tent, bonny lassie, and dinna deceive me,
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H umours
0'
Glen."
" For I mau" own, now ,ince you're free,
This too fond hea rt 0' mine,
Has long, a black- sole tru~ to thee,
Wish'd to be pair'd with thine."
llAMSAY.
Now fare ye well Grizzy, my bonny wee lady,
My hlessing bl' wi' ye ~herever ye dwell,
But ~end me back word, and as soon as ye're
I'll come to ye gladly, and Court ye mysel'
How happy I sat by thy elbow wht:n sp'inning,
Sae sober and douce, wi' the cat ou thy knee;
I thought I foresaw, in thy bonny beginning,
Tht: sonsy wee auld wlfe just cur out for me.
Bllt now thou's forsaken bur valley sae cheery,
Whtre thou had thy time o't. and laughin' g alore,
'1'0 dwell in a desolate wilJerness dreary,
The heath-cover'd highla nds
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wild Dunagore.
Alld lest my wee lass as shl!s pel,lsively roamin l{,
rn that gloomy region
should chance to think lang,
\V i' soule bonny lilt she maun chee r up t he gLami ng,
And let ay mysel' be the theme
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her sang.
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While T, her fond Wilty, stray thoughtful, recQun
Tht blessings that
My
wi ~hes
meet hers on the brow
0'
the mountai
And laden with raptures, come back to my drcra
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But
SOOIl as the
Wh~n
A THOUGHT.
H ('pe from her habersal,k tee
season whetls round to the short ni
W HDE'BR,
can sit him down and roose
His own dear heart, and call it good ~
Believe me in a wise man's shoeR
Such crazy mortal never stood.
meadnws are green, and the roddings are ,
1' \1 cnme to m ' jewel ay anee in the fortnight,
And clasp in my bosom my heart's ou)y joy.
Then sweetly delightc:d we'll feast on the blissea
SONNET -TO· THE LARK.
Tha t fl ow fr.om a rational virtuous love;
ILuL, grey.clad minstr~l of the early dawn,
W hen tir'cl with talk ins, I'll tell thee ill kisses
Again we mark thee in the morning'H tye,
How tl'uly sin.:ert. and how constant I'll prove.
A nee mair fare thee wed, my deJjghtfu' .... ee_ Gri
G ae ban-,e to your mammy, and dinna think la
M ay t h"uRands o' wm ,in till dea th keep hiU1 j)isy,
T ha t ever wad mint yonr sweet innocence ~raD
Feu. , 804 .
Light, fl oating o'er the dew bespang led la~!I' .­
A scen'ding , skyward, on the wmgs of JOY,
ll alf-way to ,H eaven methinks thou dost aspi re,
Bur ne far ahove these winter- wa~ted lees ;
And st1 ugg1ing UP\\ ard, higher yet, a ud bighcr,
Thou pOll'r 'st thy song of exquisite deg rees.
III this resembling well th e Ch"istian race"
T hat fro m tillS briery wilaerlltsS up sprlllg,
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And> joyful, pressing on from grace to grace,
The ),<ood folk war, and like thee soa\' and si
Like the~ too, lark, the higher point they gain,
Thty chant the holier and the sweeter strain.
Feb, 17.1804.
SONNET-TO SPRING.
Her yellow evenings, and her mornings gay;
The tuneful nations thro' the budding bowers,
Exulting, hY'Pn to Heaven the gratefnllay.
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LONG
since I left of life the turnpike road,
To stray unnotic'd from rhe ways of men,
Well pleas'cl to pause ab?ut the blest abode
Ot sweet simplicity, in lonely glen.
SWEET Spring retu~ns again with all her flovi'ers,
And
FRAGMENT.
Here laid with Happiness jn fiow'ry den,
Where silence waits upo~ the wild ~ee's hum,
1 exercise, unseen] my book and pen,
Where feet un sanctified may never come
To fright felicity from my sequester'u home.]
vain man aliving stafue, move
A nlOn g t!Jese glories every scene displays,
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gratitude and lost to lo~e,
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D eny the boulltiful Greato.- praise
Endued with rational
i\U, mort ~ 1
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,(iews,
,Th.. sol e tax, g ath erer of Nature',s praise,
Shalllran, erect, high-p rivileg'd refuse '
T he common
t l ibute
creeping , insti nct pays!
F (' rhid :, childr,en, 'youtb s <l nd hoary sires.
F (, I' id it
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all ye bl'! ght celestial quires.
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TO AMBROSE-IN HEAVEN.
AMBROS E,
thy soul-reformin,g page,
So piou, warm, snrpass' d by few;
Shall giw to Time's remotest age,
Directions for a
E M MANUEL' S t ~er
SA V IN G VI EW.
blessed name
Was on thy holy hear t cn,graven ;
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though the world neglects thy fame,
It echoes thro' the vales of Heaven.
Thrice happy Saint, now rais'd on high,
In great Salvation's blissful clime,
Thou bathest in thy master's joy,
Far, far remov'd from earth and time.
Isaac, excuse this eatthly song,
The speedy hnur is on the wing;
Will join me to Y'Out glorious throng,
In presence of our Saviour King.
H.enceforth let every harp, tongue, pen,
Exalt his praise-Amen-Amen.
STANZAS,
SACRED 1'0 THE MEMORY OF MR. lENEAS LAMONT,
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Who " iedat B eer's-b ;'idge, 16th Feb. 1803 •.
o W?RLD of bitterness and
weary woe!
When WIll thy- lamelltable s~rrows cease?
Thy billt'ws black. now sadly overflow~
And drown OIU little land$cape, scene of peace.
Remov'd afar from thy distracti ~ g noise,
Thy bloodshed, broil, and cruel piercing strife,
To 5wret Retirement's calm domes~ic joys,
The ~oft simplicity of rural life.
Methou ght th' envenom'd sti ngs that daily wound
The fretting,' terrefilial sons of care,
And scatter canker, gluom, and sadness ro und;
Tho' flying thick, wo ~ ld seldom find me there.
How fondly vain the heart th at pants to reach
Sublunar bliss, unmix'd enjoyme nts, where
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ltetreating Ti~e doth daily, hourly preach
The frosty sermons· of benu~)b'd despair.
li.ltho' his fameless memory fades away,
Now fourteen passing moons are ,o'er ~s fled,
So seasons speed on silent wing away,
Since kind LA ~ONT was number'd with the dead,
And laid to moulder in his parent clay.
Reverse of thee my meritorious friend,
Whose virtuous name and memory long shall last,
And down~ thro' coming future years descend.
' ¥ hile worth and taste are cherish'd in Belfast.
And, shame to feeling! not a single verse
TI) soothe his amiable, gentle shade,
Has yet been hung upon his mournful hearse;
·No tuneful tribute to his memory paid!
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fool-befallth' infatuated muse,
'That birth-day ode, and funeral dirge can raise,
And prai8~s multiply the most profuse,
Where Tr\lth and Virtue ne'~r intended praise.
And;s rotten long before his worthless bones.
farewell I-thy genuine true desert,
I n sadly pleasing retrospect I kee ;
r , AM ONT.
The truest value for thy tender heart,
ShalLto my dying day remain with me.
Once more adieu! my long-Iov'd brother bard.
·With throbbing breast the cypress wreath I twine,
Atestimony of sincere regard.
Which now I hang~upon thy gentle shrine.
While modest merit silent, tim'rous creeps
Into the world, unnotic'd and unknown;
There ·starv'd, perhaps-at last neglectc:d sleeps,
Refus'd, alas! a monu~ental swn::.
But mark when golden dulness drops to clay,
The labouring press with 'panegyric groans, ,
'J,'HE EPITAPH.
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modest worth and genius weep,
And o'er this turf sad vigils k~ep;
T he friend
of all,
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. no mortal's foe
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L A M ONT,
the poet, lies belowt
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Ilk ane sinsyne must have his tree
. To speel and spring aff;
A Boortree'~ good enough for lI]e
Howe'er, to sing of. '
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reader! dost thou own a mind,
. By gentleness and taste refin'd !
Herl', with a frater.feelinK dear,
Bestow the tributary tear,
In memory of the virtuous dead,
That occupies this lowly bed.
Flnurish my :a~ortree fresh and-,fair,
R ight monie a holy, well-meant prayer,
Joh n Lowes' granhum put up there
Upon thy rootS f
.lfpriI17, 18°4.
Whar thae. twa suckf'rs, .lucky pair,
Erect their snouts.
TO MY BOORTREE.
Written at the desire of the Rev. Mr. C -.
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A UDL Maro, wha sae wee! could teach
Sublimity's mount tap to reach,
Was glad his lusty limbs 'to stretch
And coil his rod,*'
Beneath the shelter 0'. a beech,
Upon the sod.
As Poets a' pretend to flee,
Which se me hae done right merrily,
f/f
Virgil made ba~kets.
What tho' thou'J\ ne'er be sic a tree
As Billy Shakespeare's mulberry,\
Nor e'er ayont the parish be
A thi ng to brag on,
'Tis better. for the auld folk, slee,
Mig?t ca' thee Dagon.
Here blithe beneath thy. auld grey branches,
Where sparrows chirp, and spotted finches
Prepare. for their companion wenches
The nest well feather'd;
I bind ,my wild flowers up in bunches,
That I hae gather'd.
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Lang syne, in happy days 0' yore,
Ere gl~ri'ng guilt our system, tore,
Auld Ortliodoxy blest our shot'e
Wi' light and grace,
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And Boortrees every yard-dyke bor~
In every place.
But now,' ~las! the generality, ,
Sad figures b f poor man1 s mortality t
And eke o' poor, Qecayed morality,
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Are gouk.nest lumber,
Where bats, and ither drowsy quality
Repair to slumber.
Could we, as o'ur forefathers, meek,
Afford them ear th, aryd peace. and reek,
Nae ith~r nourishment they'd seek;
' But nch, a las!
Our blasted Boortree; pow bespeak
Our want grace!
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A nd then our modern ge ntry's taste
U p in the devil's whalebone lac.'d,
Wad rather own a d e~er t was te.
O'ergrown wi' rUihes,
As hae their puny plans disgri c'd
Wi' Boortre,e bushes.
Flourish my Boortree fr.esh and fair,
Long may'st thou SumnJer's li ~ery wear;
Tho' modern de1icacy stare
Wi' face awry. '
Before my door I'll guard thee there,
Until I die.
TO CAPTAIN M'DOUGALL"
CASTLE'UPTON;
W ith a copy of the d.ulllOr's P oems.
sir, accept the artless strains,
Of one "ho wishes well to you;
'One who reveres old Scotia's plains,
And all her lads and lasses too.
KIND
Oft ,wild-wood Fancy n:stless roams,
Among her well-sung" classic braes,
Where our forefathers had their homes,
The hardy Boni of other days.
And stilI when inspiration comes
T~ my night thoughts, an'd mid ,day dream!~
'Tis fl~om her breezy, willowy holms,
~oma.ntic
groves and wi~ding streams.
Indeed Fate seems to have mistook
The spot at first de sign'd for me ;
Which should have been some flow'ry nook
In Ayr, or on die ban~s of Dec.
Of this, however, still be sure,
That with a ze~l he"rt·felt and fervent,
Whih: life and health with me 'endure,
I'll be your grateful, humble stTvant.
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TO AN ENEMY AT HEART.
I love my native land, no doubt,
' Attach'cl to her thro' thick and thin;
Yet tho' I'm Irish all without,
I'm every item Scotch within.
Now murdering Cleek, its jaws may steek,
As you may easily remark;
Wh~n looking t1lro' t~ese rustic lays,
In costume Scotr.h, o'er bog and park,
My hame.breP Muse delighted plays.
A selfish rook, whose iIl-fam'd look
You'll find too, sir, when to peruse
These artless rhymes you condescend,
Sufficient tflat demands excuse,
Detested Kae, then lie away,
. And sputter scandal round ~hee,
But liule that you can commend.
None credit what it says;
Poor spiteful fool, it's ridicule
Of me, is ample praise.
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Bera,ys the rotten ~ eart :
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'Twou'd hurt me much, to think that such
A reptile took my part.
But ne'er debas~ me with thy praise,
For that would SUl ely wound me.
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lie the remains of an ill-natur'd brute.
A body compos'd of salt herring and soot;
Corruption at lei snre may patiently waste it.
For devil a worm ill the world ' will taste it_
So may tllesun of Righteousness ari~e,
With ho.ly healing in his heavr nl( rays,
An d shine on many a soul th Jt abj ect lies
In this obscure, this tenebr ific maze.
Thy smjle, bright mon arch, makes the natio.ns gay ;
Thy bJilz1ng aspt ct,' every way su'OlilI)c,
Riding in triumph o'er the world away,
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M arking the p rogress of revolvi ng time •.
ADDRESS TO THE RISING SUN.
Ha il hol y light! offspring o f Hcavcn_
I-l ilh er~ a ~ to th eir Fountain, othe r 9t ars
R epairing, in their golde n u rns draw light.
When thro' the portals of th e crimso.n west
Ten th'ousalld watery *' c;yes thy exit see,
The Q!:een o.f Heaven then 'gilds my p lace of rest
W ithye)lqw rad iance th at she ge ts fr om thee.
"""TO N.
O NC E
more thou gIo ~ io u s k ing of rising day!
M y gilldde n'd eyes be hold thy golden beam,
Laughing th e ra ve n g loom of nigh t away,
An d smiling, j o.yful , on my p lace
0/ dreams.
( Ca lm place of thought, and meditation sw('et~
W here happiness delig hts. t o live alon(",
An d never hear th e w und of other fee t,
O r any hu'ma n accent but ,m y own.)
Yes, from my pillow, with del ig ht I din
Head, in he r face, the glo. ry th ou bast given;
As bt lghtshe' l ises o'er the works of man, ,
The Ia';' p of wisdom in the way to. Heaven ,
Bhe smiles upon lIle, but her smile is cold,
No ki nd invigorat-i-ng heat hath s.lle;
Dark, watery body, iu herself-bdJUld,
Prolific w~rmth can only come from th ee.
'" T he FJower ~.
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VERSES,
On (he assassination ,if a f avourite Thorn.
Just so the splendou r of the sons of grace,
A las! inher~ nt b righ t ness t hey have none;
o deed of sac.j I~ge! in To~het bred,
To _io,late the maIl8iom of the dead \ -
Ali, all the beau tieR of tht' Christian race,
B ~ain from tht Sun of R ig bteousness alone.
o D ES OLATION!
haggard thing,
Thll u bang-beggar of fools,
Thou al t his se rvan t-and he p lac'd thee there,
T o blesb th is umve rse wi th life and light;
Of harpy note and raven win g ,
W hen he t hlli k s fit , he'll p luck ~hee from thy
C urs'd 'even by thy tools.
A nd alllhy glory wdl t xtingu,ish quite.
Thy black assassins have been here, ,
o hurn, them, blushing 'shame !
Th y sister t oo, t hd~ shines so sweetly here,
R~!l , orsc their guilty bosoms tear,
Till thfY confess the same.
W ith c alm serenity ar o und my cave,
M ust so me! ime number h er cOl1duding year.
An d sink ill Creation 's all-devouring grave.
Ah ! woe betide the cruel hea rt
D eligb tful 't is; whe n d a.y 's WIld clam our cease,
Where in such thought R could b reed,
And fltill'd t he hammers of te rrestrial care,
And from the hands may stre ng th depart,
T o fin d h~ r smiling o n my spat ofpeace;
My bed of
sileilc t:, ' solil ude and prayer.
Al might y F :l ther, g ra nt t hy tiUv'reig n grace
May be sufficit:nt for me all .my days ;
C ause sil l ne
0 11
That did the murdering deed • .
A nd never may their ,farms appear,
Till they t o graves are bprne,
The sacred, vernal blooms to wear,
m", the bri ght~ess of th y ' f ,ee,
An d f, cd my ~olll wit h son gs of ard,nt ' praise.
lVlay 2. 7. 18 06 .,
Of either ash or thoro.
~
It was the reque>t of t ,e pre,ent oc cupier's predecessor- to
I
thia TtH!l'O from viQlen c~i
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Farewell, gay bush! ,no more in green.
Shall Spring be ' proud to dress thee,
Nor Fairy folk 'on HalIoweep,
In me~ry mood c')ress thee.
No more thou'It spread thy arms to face
Cold \Virlter's frvst alld snow;
Nor ever more in Julle's 'embrace,
Thy milk-white mantle ~how.
No more shall ,Autumn, sultry. hot,
Thy glowin£ beauty freckle;
But soon hene.a th some poor man's pot,
Thy mangled parts m~st crackle.
The harmles~ D~y<lds long since fled
F rom yonder ruined .grove,
All in dIstress, found here a ahed,
A fairy,fonn'd al~ove ;
But Ruin's persecutiug hand,
Expert at doing ill,
Has left them all a we~ping band,
To wander where they will.
o come away with
n,e fair maids"
You shall protection have
95
In yonder lowly, happy shades,
That shelter Crambo Ca'la.
There spreading plane s and ashes taU,
Broom, lluch, and thorns a store;
A hoortree, chaplain-like to all,
Stands just before my door.
There YOll may sweetly take your ease,
Disturb you shall I never;
Your lease shall last, long as' you ple ~ se.
The Mme declares, for ClVf~r.
EFIGRAM.
honest Jack the glee arid whim,
That he possess'd in ' Davie's,
A fortnight I cou'd sit with him,
And sing too, like a ,Mavis :
HAD
But Jack has got a wife hy chance;)
With childr~n half a dozen;
Where he,was friend· and/brother' onccp'
He's n'-ow scarce'half i1',cousin.
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AugUif, 1806.
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96
I kne w thee well, Eugenius, lov'd thee too,
Thou had'st thy frailties like all huma~ kind;
ELEGIAC LINES,
bn the early death of EUG fNius, who left this world f~r
better, on the evening of August 27th-Aged ~S.
ah! what sounds invade my wounded ear,
, 90unrls fraught with woe. and lamentation SOfe
My kind congenial frie~d, familiar dea r,
:BUT
Heart-rending thought! alas! is now no more~
. ,.>
A~ I too portento~ls was my dream I know;
Metl)ought I had hi m in my lowly shed;
The, morning herald b rougl1t t he tale of !Noe,
The heavy news, my hear-t! Eugenius dead.
How passing strange my dream! now dear to me
o Memory hdd it to my dyi ng day;
His .•oul d<parting , call'd h is fr iend to see
,
And bid 'kind farewel ere it went away.
'
Farewell; Eugenius! calm be thy repose,
, Where sister graces hallowed vigils keep;
"And oft, at sober. eveni ng's tranquil close,
Meek sky-rob'~ Pity, will retire to weep.
IIlI t thou had'st properties and not a f~w ;
Superior virtues, which in few we find.
()lIce more adieu, my amiable friend;
An awful blank to me thy death has made;
Hy soul's best wishes after thee I'll send,
And sing 80ft requiems to thy gentle shade.
Ycs, {Jft indulge my solitary moan,
As pensive wat;tdering o'er the evening lee;
Or sit delightjess in the shade alone,
W here oftentimt;s I have redin'd with thee.
Thy early gra~e I'll visit once a year,
And there this tributary truth I'll pay,
11 The man of worth Llnd fieling moulders here ;"
Eugeniu8, peace be to thy gentle clay.
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Sept , 3, 1806'.
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LINES
Composed for a Ston~, intended to be placed in the front of
Rev. John Paul's new \lleetlng houfe, now bUilding in
Carnmoney. J 806.
CONTENTS.
Page.
Sonnet to my Flute
7
. tto Darhnis
8
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to tbe Moon
9
To show the world that God respects
, His covenant, full dear,
The lonl ast
Epistle to Mr. lEn eas Lamont
11
The ReformatioJl Church erects
This Ebenezer here.
Add , ess la the ilelli ',g Sun
10
" Hitherto hath tIle Lord help'd us."
, \0
Ve r>es c"mpc,>ed in lhe Htlmilage of G reenmount
:2.2,
Epi btle to H2fiz
~s
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:1.8
Epiglam
29
Wdly' . farewell to Whi skey
And IOJlg may he continue tp do so, is,
ought to be the fervent prayer ,o f every
man.
A Peril',li",
An April morning
33
37
To l be C u ck"o
38
Thank s lot" "Vine and Music
40
To Anna
43
To his Guard ian Angel
,
'Hin en on T emplep. trick F 211'- day
FINI S.
F
ted
Sonnet.
Lin e::. written on the biank leaf of .. Tbe .. equen
Village"
J ohn Cricket
Lir.e, c(,mpo,ed on pa"ing Crcenmount
The Cloaming
45
47
48
49
5'\
S~
Tht '; humm i'ng 'Thumified Flut"
S7
Epistle ,to Mr. M'Ilwain
60
CONTE NTS.
A Spa rk o f peace t o Eugeniu s
Po stscript
To Mr. T. B.
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The Beggar Wife
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SUBSCRIBE RS' NAMES.
A Cottage fj,re,ide Canto
H ope
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Card-to my Lord
A
Willy sings Grizz y ' s aWa
A Thoug ht
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Sonnet to t he Lark
to Spr'jng
Fragment
T o Ambrose_in Heaven
_
St an zas sacred to the m
-The E ' h
emory of Mr • .iEne•• Lamont
pllap
,
To
rI!Y
Boortree
To Captain M'Douga ll, C.
as tle- Up ton
To an Enemy a t h eart '
Jt s Epit aph
Add ress to th e R ising Sun
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V
er.{>Cs 011 the assassination of a f
. T
E pigra m
oVOunte horn
El '
. eglaC !I nes on t he earl y dealh of E ugen '
LI
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JU S
nes In tended f ol" a S ton e to be placed ' C
In
ar.(llnoney
N tw Meeting-holl SIl
J) rummond An der son, Belfast
Mic. A ndrews, do.
Mj ~~ Arm str, )J";g, R , ~e r ark
Itobe . t' A, m stron g, M alone
lohn. Aro t, lIolly le.,..,n
rrhcm a, Ande r w,., R ickamore
ohn A rm ,.trong, Be lfast
\"bel t Adge} , R ough' ort
Mi. , A Al ien I.l n.at . ylor
. mes AdalH D oa, h
,"ne b Adgie, Ki ilea d
I S A rthu r, C , , ' ic kfc'rg us
.I ",,' e' A lexa ndel . ju n bd l.,t
,,,Illl Ag new , \--oug · nmo' e
~{ (; V ~ T . A lcx alloe " (a l nrastIc
Joh n , rm , trung, I alJY\ltog ue
B
Jam e, Il low E sq, L unad ry
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.l .tn! e~ k1 \v w , Jun. do.
A J i~o n 13 10 \ ..... , do.
C' I :!.I 1ott e Blow , do.
I' . ~'. Illo w do .
\ \ I/I 'am i5r'i q:~ , B(; 1fa~ t
I al'io Bilr k lie rv: a l u ~ k
W I11 Birk n",es, L raigaroga n
'I h< In " Balld i{, l3a l ,yn. sbce
Miss Burleigh, do.
BaJlyn u , e l3o('k-club, l copies ,..
~nt h e W Hlac k, la lmevey
£I eno, Bla ck, do.
Thom as B.·cckenridge
Arthu r Ileafl y, Court- h ill
Tim ot hy Burrow " H}del'ark
John Ba n , "1 emp lepati-ick
A lex . Bi ll, B urn side
John B I yn. n, Broa d- island
Wi ll ia m \3{'gg', Ba lJy !obbin
j ' b n I<eat t.y, BalJ ) llu rc '
Wm . J. Be ll, K ill ead
V, ill iam Baird , \\0 h ite- ho use
Jo l n lie lJ, G re e n ca ~ tle
Johll b iln ie, Be llaor
Davi d B" , d. do '
M ISS
yIl ankh ead , Creen fie1 d
j chn BllJv, n, Belfabt
J ob n Hc o: n, dO.
R c b el L l-.ie:C l ~ , Malon e
T rovor Bri t on; l' urdy' s- burn
J::ur:e1'l '1.H il ai v, do.
rv,.,
Sarr ud Hell , '-~ aUyu tog u~
J"" e. E ell, b a llycough t
1« be n Ba die, H oll ) wood
\,'y' jll iam B(·gg-:." dt?
Jo ~ep l1 Batlon , Bareness
W. D . b ur k igh , E'q. Cani , k - J ohn f . llo)'d, do,
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fer;;\ls
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SUBSCRIBERS' NAMES.
James Bayd, do.
Mi -" J Boyd, do.
William Boyd, Belfast
j
Dav;d Boyd, Killead
'Villiam B rown, Roughfort,
John Brad )" do.
Mr. Bradford, do..
Wi!iiam Bradford, do.
Ma tt. BU ln ' , do.
Thomas Beattie, do.
John Bailie,
J ohn Bailie, jun. do.
Samu el Farber, British
R obe ,·t Bell , PigeaO(own
Jail es Be ll, do.
Mis· A. BurnH de, Bel fa~t
Mi ss ;;rians St! anfit id
Mis s E. Boal, Ralhmo e
Malg'et "byd. Killead
R e'-. H. Bor d, Rath!i·iland
Willia m Boyd, do.
Wdl lan, BroaMMd, do.
H , "rl' , err)" L U\lghelmore
Ma rth" Bell
S amu el Beck
J ames Bla, k , Crumlin
Mrs, Hry." t. , Strauficid
no.
Ja.. Courtne)",
Doagh, 2 coni
Jo~n C( ,wie, Ball) hanwood
Mi" Craw/i-)rd, Killead
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James Cal wn, Ballyhill
James ClJaman, .-- armevy
Samuel Coaman, do, ;Robert Corry, Ligonid
Ma Jlgre elements, do
Thoma s Ca v"' t Dundrod
John Cros,]ey, Lisbu:n _
Mr. Crallm er White . houRe
Gen. Coch ' an, Bel fa , t
J ohn Callam, Ou " murry
J .hn Craft, Rednill
John Colb re"th, Mal one
J oh n C .. ig, Dunmurry
Edward Cal Itton, l1hris
Loudy Ca ruth , Trench
I-l""llah r;> .u tlley,C laughandb
l ell !,a Courtney, do.
Wi l],am C .v en agh Rn ug h fo rt
Wllliam C ampbeli, T u il),
Jame, ( amp bt ll, I.' ockh lll
Ja s. Campbell, C looked. stone
Mr. Campbel l, .Killally
BI ice Chamber>, Beltas,
Robel t Clal k, do.
S,amu ~ l t al11tl'on, jun. B~reness
C
John '_. "I,1e ll , Attorney, R~th.
James Close, La ll vcarry
fnland
Jo hn · a ,dwell, :Vl.aglw<morne James (;owan, do.
tvja l t ew Clawtord .. l ~ alJoo
Jame s C o u . t ne~ , Clauchanduff
H lIgh Cl anll~ ; Broad-i ·.la · d
J e hn Callzm. /VIalo , e
R obe rt. \ al ,,;ell, S pringfielp ·
H ugh Cathc.r!- Ball}carry
JO ~l n C a ~ so n D run·1. bo
John Curd l, Drumana
Jamtlt- ('10zier, \", dfaH
(;to .-S, ( ampbell
Benj ami" C.a lo uc h, L , ng-fauld Mary Colvi n
Mar, CI1¥art, Bareiless
Clol wtJrth¥ Campbell, Cl\lmlin
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. SUBSCRIBERS'
Ic v. Robert Campbell, A. M.
Templepatrick
Villi,lll allll'bell, CrUtulin
nhn Charter ~, Antrirrl
' me, Conper. M uckamore
. Cunningham, Crooked-stone
~AMES.
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Mr. Gordon, Loughermore
J oh n Gord e n, jun. do.
A nn GaIt, R lckamore
M_ G, L)' , Be lt·a"
!:lam. 11. Gifljo. BoghoURC
Alex .. Goqr iey, 13arelless
Jamt:s Gi vel " i .argey
D
l. mue1 Dalry\\'ple, Roughfort fo hn Geo rge, ",- ille ad
J ,bll K. Oi ·,, 500, Gib, on'R ' ~ own
nhn Dun lop, Ma lo ne
Vm, DI)natGson , Drum-bridge J 'l.ne <,illi" Kikross
Al ex Garland, Carmevey
ichard Dick , un, BD, - hou se
Ch ... 0_ N " Go wdie, ·odore
'hom.s Dollars, Ballynure
'humas Dawso n, 13allymather Jame- Gree nlidd
C. M. G rims haw , WhitehousG
lugh j)onnell y, White- house
Edmd. Grims !. aw, do •
. lJickr,on, M uc komore
R. Grim6naw, do.
llex. Dun lop, oogbead
Jame ri Gnnishaw, do.
lines Ounlop, Be li• st
Mi " G lu son, (Jelt"t
/VIr James Glb son, do.
E
Sa JJlu el G .ecl
'". Eak e n, Mi ilto w n
Andw. Gihon, jun. Ballymena
'illia m ;.rJkine, Searash
uuelt E vin$, R ock
H
F
'ho mas I'ergusnn, Hyde park
hnmas FClgu so n, jun do.
1III)h Fer g u ~'; n do.
'Vm. H unter, b q. Dunmurry
J<.Ihn j-J,)Ii),wood , H ollymo unt
J .l.me s Hope, L r a i g a : o~an
R ob<:rt H anna, CotLLtHTI Ount
Vm Finl ay st udent, Carrick- l 'hvma 1"> HOllie r, R ~Ub i1 lu l t.
ferg u ~, ~ co pi es
Robe t Helldt:r:-u n, &i Head
Finiay, jun . 13alJy ma rti n
Jarne~ He . bi ns(Jo , DU ll ago ,'e
II~'I: I Fry, do.
John H~ n <1t.' wo, Ba d) nt l\.(,;aret
,Ill: F("" r ~ u scHl l Malonc
T:' omas Hug L e~~ , i) eLa ~ "
"i d Fi~·la ) , Hi i"borough
Wi l ·im1 Hdrp~l , ( , 0
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'1\\ am Pant'l, RO l.q; 'II("or t
1(} \1n 1-1 ulch uH. 0I11 1\ I1I,l lln
r"l gt For S), l he , 2 cop l e~
Hugl1 He ~he ~ In b ~ on, ~kllg m aba n
Ill. Filllay, jun. Larri.\<feigus llavI<1 Hdl, Ba"y n ur"
.
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John Bennin!;, s t~dent, Klllead
SUBSCRIBERS' NAMES.
SUBSCRIBERS' N A.MES.
Wrn K e lw , W inely- hi ll
Mi ss R enning, do.
Mi " S H unter Boul t iconnel
J .,. K elw, i"'"~ C ra igarog.n
.E phm K eI so, do.
J ohn Ru,.ton, H yde- pa rk
T hom as KiL at ck , CorbillY I
Mr . H ami lton, Mal usk
G . K irl<er , C arna gh lis
.M I" Howe, G rcen ca, t1 e
H ugh K i, k wood , Ballyeaston
S am . H ay, Ba :' yeast on
Mrs. Kid<, Carri ckfelgus
~oh n H ll ~ t ~ , n , do. I
T h,'m. · H olmes , IRJan dmagee R obert Ki , k wood, W bite-h o
K illcad Lit era ry Society
M is, Hu ll, C a rr i ckfer~ u s
J a m e, K i, k , V" hi te· house
I'lu ~ h H r rper, Whi teholl se
W m . Kenl. Belfast
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George Hanley, Bel fast
.Jame , KeJiy , Lo u gherm orc
Ja mes Ha nn. h, C, u lI)li n
Vvrn , fJan n ab , i',a d ynad renqh D an . Ki, kp. u ick, RO ll gbfol t
Rev. ,;as, Har pe r, Clady
Wtl l iam K elly
A l ex. K tlpatrick, A nt ri m
Wil li amHu nlel, C ru ml in
L
John I ng-l i" Ruug h fo rt
Richard L ove
R icha rd l og li' , do.
G eorge La1l 2Hze, B elfast
J ame, lrwi n, Ne w. bripge
J ohn LYH .. r, Dunmuny
J uhll Joh mon , Killqd
rvj i ~5 .J. L O WI y, lvl a [o ne
YJ i}-s .! ohn:- on, ( ] Ien avy
M . E l.i d" ie, do.
T htlln a, Joh nson , M alone
. Job Jl J , e'vi ~ , nallyrobbin, 2CO
T bo. ,,.n , e "o n~ Dun~ gore
Jil mes Loga n, ~c .H: a sh
J a ~ ., .j ohnstQn , {10
Jobn La wt ber, jllo, Tobergi ll
W n .. Joucs, ~ ' t 1fa ~t.
J ohn Ly le
M i' s E M . J am eson K ill e."
Sam uel Lu ke
nobe.t J elly , Li, bu :n, I. cop ies
M
Al e, ... d i y, j nn. do .
H . MO lI lgom ery , fitlden t , KilRou el t .J ohn ::>!.
11 i:- s
J ~i1 t.
FI ,
B~ lra ~t
Ju il nt'ton , 13 u'rps ide
K
Wm. Ke iw, Rough fOlt
Ed\l, a. , 1<. e lso, CID. .
C Kehl, ( 10 .
H~" y Kl'i ,o, F r·ugb ort
M iss J ., K,ellned») D tumaul
J e a d ~ '2. c ( , pi e~
H . W . tv, oo, he. n, Li , nat aylor
Jo hn M er ' i,on '. ro < , kfd -cton~
.J ant !vl C'A ri :HJ ll , do .
,f\ .l h L:l [vino le, rlo.
~lls:: 5. J . I\i wore, Briti sh
M a,ga lt't ~Io lyl: e ux , do.
VtiiJ ian · ~ · uo . c, do.
Barn. Moat l.)' le
,John Moore, Dungonnel
John Mill.er, Bel fut
Ar thur Me eel'
I;eo, VI . gill, Malone
Mi.s S . M ait.i n, do,
'I,m \1arsh. ,I, Hill .hall
1l' '1 id Macomb, Cam m oney
n av id Mu , dock, C ralgart'gao
Mrs Murclock, Rou ghfo rt
IHniah Moat, do.
A, Montgo m ery , Belfast
Ilen l ' Magee, Dundroad
Robe rt Mon tgome ry, Bal yeaston
,Iohn Maw hinny . Lyle
,I"hn [vI \\I" 10ck, Sk ilginaban
Alex , M iller, 13 all ynure
Miss Montgomery, Brook " i1 !e
'I'hos . Milliken, 'lali ytw eedy
.11)l1n Ma gee, DU lloroad
"n muel M 05'man, Kilcross
lI ug h Montgome r y, R ock
Ihul1 uei Murdnch, M ·d uik
,Iuil n ;YJa ti n, Dun.dry
,1 1).~ eph
M 'ln tgom e ry
,Iuh n Man,len
Mrs. lVi on t g~ me ry, Boulti connel
M" , M ary Mu : doc h. llelfa st
I(oue' t Mi " iss, W " odvi lle
M'6. M ini s. , Island ban
,llI hn Ma yn e
111Ig h lV1urrzy, Pu rdy~ ~~ bll!'n
Mc
('"lo ne! W. !·,J ' C.,kiil, l. F . O fti cer, 13.elfaot
I'. pt , ..d ex . M' u ougall 7HI R e ·
I;iment, Duoolly, Cast1 ehern ,
N'lrl h b ritain, 2" c opies
D . l\il'Doug aIt, ~ 8t h B .
Kegt . Edinb urgh, s copies
(' Ul' t,
Pat ick .'.1'00ugall, Efq. ofG ~ II. n uch & H ayfield. Argvle!hr: e, 5 c" pi e,
Wm, B. M' Doug.l l, C as tle Upton, S c r' pi t' s
Mr. John 'Vl 'Dou gall . 44t h Regiment, M al la, ~ copies
W 13 . " 1' D" u ~ali, j: '1'1'
10.
A. M' Dougan, E:q , L')';' :l, S
J oh n .vl ' ivl illan, l3all ym e " a, 2$
Alex . M' ~' ide 5han ngueH n, 2
Surgeon M'Do nald, C , u mtin
Edw ·. rd M 'ue :mott do.
Joh n M 'Bo de
Wm M ' A dam, Be lfa st
Jam e.' M'L,Hnin, M alone
Agne s M'Co> ml c k, do.
A rch M'DoweJl . D c nm u rry
Jam e!' M'A libtel" Cr atgarog3.n
J. 13. M'U u ~ ha n. Barene's
N ath . M' I1 r yde, : lal y na ~ l ough
F l'''' c " M ' ll ry,d e. HOl!ghill
A nd rew ~/ ' Ke vey, R oug ll fort
J am e ~ \:1 'Ew en , do.
Mi" M' K e ag Li' natay lor
W ill i.m M ' Ga rret, " Ifas t
G eorge M C lu l ken, do.
Alex. M ' Cu rdy , do.
J ohn M' Ad am , do.
M rs . ~1 ' .J\ d a m .. do.
Robert M' \daln, do,
Audre w M'C Le.n, E sq .
,Joh n M ' Av,,)', Rath f ylaod
R e v, A ndw . lVl' Aulet, do.
J ohn M'l lwa 'n, do .
J ohn M ' K e )" t oughermore
.foh n iVl ' Al pin, ~-{ el fa::it
John M' Kc. n. do :
R ouert M'yagncy, do.
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SVBSCRIBERS'. NAMES.
SUBSCRIBERS' NAMES.
Alex. M ' Comb . hlandm,gee
Joh n M· Kin l. ey, ;n.llvca , ry
Jam pl, ~H K e e r. , (' a ~ l1ance
Wm . M ' C,w, To ber.gnew
Wm. M'Fode, I unagore
.Tames M'T ee.·, D oagh
Mi,. M 'Ma, ter, Killead
Thom as l\'l 'Cc mb, Carmevey
W i lli3m 1\'1 'Adam~ Ligoll 'el
:H e nry M'L. rn;n, l' alymather
Eltza \ !'Faddin, Kilc'oss
.Iohn ,',IT 'r.' linlo n • Hyde-ra l k
Thorr .as M'Ph er,on, T odmount
Jame , : ' Cl1 ul hn, M alu , k
Mr • . '·" Wi lli.m . r anbridge
C . 'Inlye
A " ' · .lidon. Vhllehome
·J'h olr as '"\ :'Douga!J, do.
R " bert ~7 'Clean, do.
1\1 r. M 'Alll ey, Gab
Wm . M ' ;\', ullal1, White-house
;Joh n l\:l' Give ren, do.
Rnbe rt t./f'· C ~ j n toll, do.
Ja s. IV! ~Sloclll~ r, ( ar nm oney
Charl es :.1 'Alister, Helf:Ht
.1 ame s M 'e lurg , Clag banduff
John .IJ 'lIw.il1, do,
N
Robe rt Neill
J , bn ~ e, bi t , C lat1ghrnduff
David Nickle, Belfast
o
.Tohll C. OdJOrne, l el fa,t
ReI'. ]V: r. O rr, Kill e,d
J alDe ~ Orr_, t a JI \ ('urry
W m . Oliph ant, R"ugh[ort
John Ol'!', Carnrnoney
Mi ss JVfary Oakman, 13
Al ex . 0,.,', r:el fa t
.John O'Far' el, Whlte-tlm:"":
Hen ry O'Hara, Dun:ichy
Robe rt Officer, t< allyhill
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Lieut. Arch. M' Clean, 28th British Militia, MI~sselt)oroul".
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