British Women Romantic Poets Project

A Collection of Poems, Chiefly Manuscript, and from Living Authors.

Baillie, Joanna, 1762-1851

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A Collection of poems, chiefly manuscript, and from living authors

Baillie, Joanna

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A
COLLECTION
OF
POEMS, CHIEFLY MANUSCRIPT,
AND
FROM LIVING AUTHORS.

EDITED FOR THE BENEFIT OF A FRIEND,
BY

JOANNA BAILLIE.

LONDON:
Printed by A. & R. Spottiswoode,
New-Street-Square.

ADVERTISEMENT.

THE numerous and respectable subscribers to this volume are well entitled to the warmest acknowledgments of the Editor, and she begs they will do her the honour to accept her grateful thanks, which are presented with a deep and cordial sense of the kind and generous motives that have led them to favour this collection of Poems with their countenance and liberality. But what will please them more than any thanks which she can offer, is the assurance, that they have enabled her, in a year so peculiarly unfavourable for such an undertaking, to promote the object for which it is published far beyond what she could have hoped, and that they have thereby done a permanent service to one who is worthy of receiving it.

To her literary friends, who have so liberally, readily, and cheerfully supplied her with the manuscripts which compose this collection, she cannot too strongly express her obligations. She is proud of the names she has been permitted to produce as her poetical helpmates on this occasion; and, so supported, feels herself honoured beyond what has ever yet fallen to the lot of any editor. To those, who, from diffidence or other reasons, have given her verses without a name, of which no name needed to have been ashamed, she is likewise greatly indebted, and she thanks them all with a warm and lively gratitude.

This volume also contains several MS. poems of one, who is now out of the reach of all thanks from a being of this world, written with that elegance, tenderness, and graceful facility which characterized every thing that came from her pen: a dutiful daughter, who loves and respects her memory, will consider the acknow-

ledgments implied in this notice as belonging to herself. * * Since this volume was put to the press, Mr. Charles Johnson, the amiable and elegant writer of the greater number of the sonnets which are scattered over it, has sunk into an early grave. But it is to be hoped, that this melancholy event will not prevent the Public from being made acquainted with the other poetical productions which he has left behind him.

The Editor begs the indulgence of the Reader, and the pardon of her poetical contributors, for any oversights or mistakes which may be discovered in the various pieces contained in this volume. The former will do well to attribute any want of correctness to herself, which will make the requested indulgence almost a personal boon: the latter will be assured that she has done no injury to their verses from any wilful carelessness; and will recollect, that in submitting them to an Editor, without classical learning, who never has written correctly, they have rendered themselves liable to be so injured,

which does the more enhance their kindness in contributing to this collection.

She ought not to omit mentioning that the liberality of her bookseller, printer, and stationer, have reduced the expences of publication to those merely of cost charges.

SUBSCRIBERS' NAMES.

• THE KING'S MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY. 5 copies.
• HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUKE OF YORK.
• HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUKE OF GLOUCESTER. 5 copies.
• HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER. 2 copies.
• Viscount Andover.
• Right Hon. Lady Ashburton.
• Lord Chief Justice Abbott.
• Lady Abbott.
• Hon. Hugh Arbuthnot.
• Sir Thomas Ackland, Bart.
• Lady Apreece. 3 copies.
• Sir Edmund Antrobus, Bart. 2 copies.
• General Sir Henry Askew.
• Miss Isabella Askew.
• -- Askew, Esq.
• Mrs. Askew.
• Mrs. Affleck. 2 copies.
• The Rev. Archibald Alison, Edinburgh.
• Boyd Alexander, Esq. [10 copies.]

  [The number of copies was added to printed text in contemporary manuscript hand. Ed.]

• Mrs. Alcock. 2 copies.
• Mrs. Andrews.
• -- André, Esq.
• Miss Louisa André.
• G. C. Antrobus, Esq.
• Mrs. Aspinal.
• Miss Aitchison, Airdrie.
• Miss Alexander.
• Miss C. Alexander.
• Miss J. Alexander.
• James L' Amy, Esq.
• J. D. Alexander, Esq.
• Rev. C. Anstey.

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• Edmund Antrobus, Esq. 2 copies.
• Mrs. Anderson, Russell Square.
• Sir William Adams, Albemarle Street.
• J. J. Angerstein, Esq. 5 copies.
• J. J. Angerstein, Esq., Jun. 2 copies.
• Lewis Allsop, Esq.
• James A. Anderson, Esq.
• Mrs. Anderson.
• Lt. Col. Aitchison, 3d Guards.
• Mrs. Richard Allan.
• Miss Allan.
• Mrs. André, Bath.
• Mrs. Abernethy, Bedford Row.
• Mrs. Simpson Anderson, Charlton Kings. 2 copies.
• Samuel Anderson, Esq.
• J. Andrews, Esq., Bond Street. 2 copies.

• Earl Bathurst.
• Countess Bathurst.
• Viscount Bernard. 2 copies.
• Viscountess Bernard. 2 copies.
• Viscount Barrington.
• Viscountess Barrington.
• Hon. W. K. Barrington.
• Hon. George Barrington.
• Hon. Augustus Barrington.
• Hon. Russel Barrington.
• Hon. Lowther Barrington.
• Hon. Henry Barrington.
• Hon. Arthur Barrington.
• Hon. Caroline Barrington.
• Hon. Frances Barrington.
• Hon. Charlotte Barrington.
• Hon. Georgina Barrington.
• Hon. Elizabeth Barrington.
• The Bishop of Bangor.
• The Right Hon. Lady Byron.
• Lord Belhaven.
• Lady Belhaven.
• Lord Boston.
• Lady Boston.
• Lady Anne Barnard, Berkeley Square. 2 copies.
• Hon. Mr. Justice Bayley.
• Lady Bayley.

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• Hon. Mr. Justice Best.
• Lady Best.
• The Hon. Mrs. Boyle. 5 copies.
• Hon. Miss Brodrick, Bath.
• Sir Henry Bunbury.
• Lady Bunbury.
• Lt. Gen. Brown, Curzon Street. 20 copies.
• Rev. Archdeacon Bonney.
• Rev. Archdeacon Benger.
• Mrs. Benger.
• Robt. Barber, Esq.
• Everard Brand, Esq., Arlington Street.
• Mrs. Brand.
• Mrs. M. P. Benfield, Cumberland Street.
• Mrs. Berkley.
• Dr. Robertson Barclay, Keavil.
• Miss Berry.
• Mrs. Brant, Frances Street.
• Mrs. Blanchard.
• -- Blanchard, Esq.
• -- Bourdillon, Esq.
• Miss Brown.
• Mrs. J. Blanchard.
• George L. Blount, Esq. 2 copies.
• Rev. Sackville Bale.
• Edward Boodle, Esq., Lower Brook Street.
• Mrs. Belli, Bruton Street.
• Rev. J. B. Blount.
• Rev. Charles Belli.
• Dr. Baillie, 10 copies.
• Mrs. Baillie. 5 copies.
• W. H. Baillie, Esq. 5 copies.
• Mrs. Agnes Baillie, Hampstead. 2 copies.
• B. C. Brodie, Esq., Saville Row.
• Mrs. Brodie.
• Miss Bennet.
• Miss C. Bennet.
• Mrs. Bennet.
• Mrs. Benyon.
• Mrs. T. Bradney, Hampstead.
• H. W. Burgess, Esq., Sloane Square.
• Miss Ballard.
• Mrs. Booth.
• George Brown, Esq., Russell Square. 5 copies.
• James Brown, Esq. 2 copies.

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• John Barnes, Esq.
• Miss Barnes.
• Miss Jessy Barnes.
• Mrs. Barnes. 2 copies.
• William Bell, Esq.
• G. H. Blackburn, Esq.
• John Bannatyne, Esq.
• A. B.
• James Barton, Esq.
• Charles Balfour, Esq.
• Mrs. Baker.
• Robert Bill, Esq., Bedford Square.
• Mrs. Bill.
• Mrs. Bramwell.
• Master Bramwell.
• Master H. R. Bramwell.
• Mrs. Bidwell.
• John Bowdler, Esq., Eltham.
• Mrs. John Bond, Stoke Newington.
• John Burchel, Esq., Walthamstow.
• James Boudon, Esq., Hampstead.
• Miss Bolton, Thornhill, Staffordshire.
• Mrs. Bolton, Soho, Staffordshire.
• Miss Black, Kensington Square.
• Miss C. Beresford.
• Mrs. Harriet Bowdler, Bath. 2 copies.
• Charles Bosanquet, Esq., Hampstead Heath.
• John Bisset, Esq.
• S. Baker, Esq.
• S. Baker, Esq., jun.
• G. Baker, Esq.
• Sir J. Brenton
• Capt. Brenton, R. N.
• Mrs. J. Brenton.
• Capt. Brain, R. N.
• J. P. Boileau, Esq., New Norfolk Street.
• Miss Boileau, Mortlake.
• J. T. Batt, Esq.
• Mrs. Batt.
• James Burn, Esq. 10 copies.
• Dr. Bliss, Bath.
• Mrs. Burgess.
• Robert Barclay, Esq., Bury Hill. 5 copies.
• Mrs. Barclay.
• Miss Barclay.
• [James Burton, Esq.]

  [This name was added to printed text in contemporary manuscript hand. Ed.]

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• Rev. J. G. Bollond.
• J. Bollond, Esq.
• Mrs. Bevan, Half-moon Street.
• Mrs. Brown, Upper Grosvenor Street.
• Robert Bruce, Esq., M. P., Kennet, N. B.
• Mrs. Bruce, Kennet, N. B.
• Miss Boulton, Givens Grove, Surrey.
• W. Bolland, Esq.
• Mrs. Bolland.
• Mr. Serjeant Bosanquet.
• Samuel Bosanquet, Esq.
• Robert Bell, Esq., Edinburgh.
• James Balfour, Esq., Edinburgh.
• J. Hunter Blair, Esq., Edinburgh.
• Dr. Bain.
• Mrs. Bazalgette. 2 copies.
• Mrs. Burr, Portland Place.
• Mrs. Brent, St. James's Palace.
• Mrs. Burroughs, Chetwynd Park.
• Mrs. Barker, Baker Street.
• John Blackburn, Esq., Edinburgh. 5 copies.
• Mrs. Blackburn. 5 copies.
• E. Burn, Esq.
• -- Brandt, Esq.
• Mrs. Brandt.
• R. W. Brandt, Esq.
• James Brandt, Esq.
• Rev. W. O. Brandt.
• Miss Brandt.
• A. Bogle, Esq. 2 copies.
• Miss Bogle. 2 copies.
• Hugh Bogle, Esq.
• James Bogle, Esq. jun.
• Mrs. Belcher.
• Rev. Wm. Broderick. 2 copies.
• Mrs. C. Best, Craven Street.
• William Bragge, Esq.
• Rev. Wm. Buckland, Corpus Christi Coll. Oxford.
• Rev. Thomas Barnby, Stepney.
• Miss Begbie, Porto Bello, Edinburgh.
• Robert Buchanan, Esq. 5 copies.
• N. Basevi, Esq. 2 copies.
• Mrs. Barchard.
• Michael Bland, Esq., Montague Place, Russel Square.
• Mrs. Bogle, Manchester Square.

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• Miss Bogle. 2 copies.
• John Buller, Esq.
• Miss Baker, Frampton Lodge, Gloucestershire.
• John Baron, M. D., Gloucester.
• Mrs. Blunt, Hampstead.
• Mrs. Brandling, Gosforth House, Newcastle.
• Mrs. Bell, Woolmington.
• -- Barham, Esq.
• G. H. Barnett, Esq., Lombard Street.
• D. Bevan, Esq., Lombard Street.
• Henry Brougham, Esq., M. P. 2 copies.
• William Brougham, Esq.
• Mrs. Bogle, Gilmour Hill. 3 copies.
• Miss A. Bogle.
• Mrs. Buchanan, Dowan Hill. 5 copies.
• Mrs. James Brown, Glasgow.
• Mrs. James Bogle.
• Hugh Bogle, Esq. 2 copies.
• Mrs. H. Bogle. 2 copies.
• The Miss Blackburns. 3 copies.
• Hubert Buchanan, Esq. 2 copies.
• Dr. Balmano.
• Archibald Buchan, Esq., Catrine Bank. 2 copies.
• Archibald Brown, Esq. 2 copies.
• Mrs. Bolton, Storrs.
• Mrs. Birch, Bath.
• Mrs. Barrow, Bath.
• Rev. Alfred Burmiston.
• Miss Buchanan. 3 copies.
• Lt. S. B. 10 copies.
• H. H. Birley, Esq., Manchester.
• John Birley, Esq., Manchester.
• Mrs. H. H. Birley, Manchester.
• Jos. Birley, Didsbury.
• Miss Birley, Liverpool.
• J. L. Buller, Esq., Bush Lane.
• G. H. Blackburn, Esq., South-sea House.
• -- Badham, Esq.
• Mrs. Brodie, Salisbury.
• W. B. Brodie, Esq.
• Mrs. Boyd, Greenshields.
• Mrs. George Buchanan.
• James Block, Esq. 10 copies.
• John Barclay, Esq. 10 copies.
• J. Buchanan, Esq.

C

• Earl of Clanwilliam. 5 copies.
• Countess of Cassilis. 5 copies.
• Countess of Clare.
• Lord John Campbell. 2 copies.
• Lady John Campbell.
• Lord Cloncurry.
• Lady Cloncurry.
• Lord Clancarty. 2 copies.
• Lady Clancarty. 2 copies.
• Lady Mary Cook.
• Lady Elizabeth Clements.
• Hon. Rob. Clements.
• Lady Louisa Clinton.
• Hon. Miss Courteney.
• Hon. Mr. Cowper, Digswell.
• Hon. and Rev. Archibald Cathcart.
• The Lord Justice Clerk.
• Hon. Mrs. Coventry.
• Sir William Cunningham, Bart., Caprington. 2 copies.
• Lady Cunliffe.
• Lady Copley.
• Col. Charlewood, Grenadier Guards.
• Lady Campbell. 2 copies.
• Rev. William Chapman.
• Mrs. Chapman.
• Miss Croft, Charterhouse.
• Mrs. Chalmers, Abingdon Street.
• Mrs. J. Craufurd, Sunning Hill.
• Thomas Coutts, Esq. 2 copies.
• Sir Alexander Crichton.
• C. M. Clarke, Esq. 5 copies.
• Mrs. Cooke, Hertford Street.
• Lt. Col. P. Campbell, R. A.
• Samuel Chilver, Esq.
• The Rev. George Crabbe, Trowbridge.
• Miss Colley.
• Mrs. Corbeau, Bath.
• Mrs. Campbell.
• Sir A. Cathcart.
• Mrs. Claxton.
• Archibald Cullen, Esq.
• Mrs. Cullen.
• Miss Crawford. 2 copies.

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• Robert Christie, Esq. 2 copies.
• Henry Crokatt, Esq.
• John Carstairs, Esq., Stratford Green.
• Mrs. Carstairs.
• Henry Cheape, Esq.
• John Christie, Esq., Mark Lane.
• Mrs. Carr, Hampstead. 2 copies.
• Mrs. Cole, Hampstead.
• Archdeacon Coxe.
• Mrs. Coxe.
• John Cowper, Esq., Stamford Street.
• B. Currie, Esq.
• Mrs. Cowley.
• Mrs. S. A. Cowley.
• -- Chamber, Esq.
• Philip Combauld, Esq., Hampstead.
• Mrs. Calvert.
• Henry Colburn, Esq., Conduit Street.
• Colv. Coup, Esq., Sherwood Lodge.
• Miss Carey.
• Jos. Cripps, Esq. M. P., Cirencester.
• Jos. Cripps, Esq., Jun.
• Miss Clement, Hill Street.
• Mrs. Courthorp.
• John Campbell, Esq., Kilberry. 2 copies.
• Miss Campbell, Heriot Row, Edinburgh.
• J. Cunningham, Esq.
• Miss Christian, Russell Square.
• Dr. Charles, Edinburgh. 5 copies.
• John Craig, Esq., Edinburgh. 5 copies.
• Jos. Cowper, Esq., Friday Street.
• Mrs. Crawford.
• Miss Caldwell.
• M. Gen. Cuppage, R. A.
• -- Clayton, Esq.
• Mrs. Clayton.
• J. Clayton, Esq. 3 copies.
• Mrs. M. Clayton.
• N. Clayton, Esq.
• Miss Carey, Mamhead.
• Robert Crawford, Esq., Dawlish.
• Miss Cheveley, Buckingham House. 2 copies.
• Mrs. Cooke, Montague Street, Russell Square.
• Stanley Clarke, Esq.
• Mrs. Stanley Clarke.
• Capt. Walter Campbell.

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• Calvert Clarke, Esq.
• Rev. Dr. Cooke, President of Corpus Christi Coll. Oxford.
• Rev. Dr. Copleston, Provost of Oriel Coll.
• Rev. Dr. Chapman, Mag. Coll.
• Rev. G. L. Cooke, Oxford.
• Rev. T. L. Cooke, Beckley.
• Mrs. Cooke.
• Miss Chapman.
• Miss J. Cooke, Bath.
• Mrs. Charrington, Mile End.
• -- Charrington, Esq.
• John Campbell, Esq., Edinburgh.
• Rev. Mr. Craig.
• C. M. Christie, Esq.
• Col. Gilbert Cooper.
• Dr. Currie.
• G. Currie, Esq., Cornhill.
• Miss M. Cheveley.
• Mrs. Cambridge, Whitminster House, Gloucestershire.
• Mrs. Currie, Chester.
• General Cartwright.
• -- Carrick, Esq.
• Mrs. Claxton, Bath.
• J. Cooper, Esq., Ballendalloch.
• Mrs. Hamilton Campbell.
• The Misses Campbell, Canaith. 2 copies.
• -- Campbell, Esq., Moran. 3 copies.
• Miss Campbell.
• Miss Helen Campbell.
• Mrs. Campbell, Strathearn.
• Mungo Campbell, Esq. 2 copies.
• Miss Elizabeth Campbell.
• William Cathcart, Esq., Towers. 2 copies.
• Miss Cathcart.
• Miss Isabella Cathcart.
• Mrs. Cunningham, Kilmarnock. 2 copies.
• Mrs. Clerk, Elm Bank.
• Robert Cunningham, Esq., Seabank.
• William Campbell, Esq., Nether Place.
• Miss Campbell.
• Wm. Clark, Esq. 2 copies.
• Mrs. Campbell, Succoth.
• Miss Craig, Glasgow.
• Miss Mary Craig.
• Mrs. Colquhoun, Killermont.

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• Mrs. Crooks.
• David Connell, Esq., Glasgow.
• Mrs. Cathcart, Blairston
• R. Cathcart, Esq., Corbiston.
• Miss Cathcart.
• Arch. Campbell, Esq., Finlayston
• John Colquhoun, Esq., Killermont.
• Edward Cockett, Esq., St. James's Palace.
• Richard Church, Esq., Bedford Place.
• S. J. Cupper, Esq., Crosby Square. 2 copies.
• W. Cririe, Esq., Manchester.
• Richard Cardwell, Esq., Blackburne. 10 copies.
• Rev. Richard Cardwell, Liverpool. 5 copies.
• John Cardwell Esq., Liverpool. 5 copies.
• James Cardwell, Esq., Wigan. 2 copies.
• Mrs. Edward Coxe.
• Mrs. Dalzell Colquhoun.
• Mrs. Lethan Cuthell, Kelvenside.
• Mrs. Collings, Hampstead.
• Miss Cathcart, Gayfield.
• Miss Colbery, Cavendish Square.
• L. A. De la Chaumette, Esq.
• Benjamin Cohen, Esq.
• Mrs. Cohen.
• James Cleland, Esq.
• Mrs. Cleland.

• The Hon. and Right Rev. the Lord Bishop of Durham. 5 copies.
• The Bishop of St. David's.
• The Right Hon. Lady Dacre.
• The Right Hon. Lady Dunstanville.
• Lord Chief Justice Dallas.
• Lady Dallas.
• Mrs. Dallas.
• Hon. Mrs. Douglas, Bothwell Castle.
• Hon. Miss Douglas, Bothwell Castle.
• Hon. and Rev. Champion Dymoke.
• Hon. and Rev. Thomas Dawnay.
• Sir Francis Drake, Bart.
• Lady Drake.
• Sir Humphry Davy, Bart. P. R. S. &c.
• Sir David Dundas, Bart.
• Lady P. Dalrymple, Woodside, Lymington.

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• Gen. Sir John Doyle.
• Sir John Milley Doyle.
• General Dirom, Mount Annan.
• Mrs. Dirom.
• Lieut. Col. Drummond, 3d Guards.
• H. Dobree, Esq.
• James Dunlop, Esq. 5 copies.
• R. B. Dunlop, Esq. 2 copies.
• Robert Davidson, Esq.
• Mrs. Dixon, Portland Place. 5 copies.
• Miss Dauncey.
• Mrs. Davy, Devonshire Square.
• Mrs. Dyce. 2 copies
• Lieut. Col. Davies, M. P.
• Mrs. Dumaresq.
• Mrs. Doveton, Upper Wimpole Street.
• Miss Dobson.
• Wm. Delafield, Esq.
• Miss Dickens.
• Miss Deane, Lincoln's Inn Fields.
• Col. Durrant, Wimpole Street.
• W. J. Dennison, Esq. M. P. 5 copies.
• Mrs. Denman. 5 copies.
• Thomas Denman, Esq., M. P. 5 copies.
• Mrs. Thomas Denman. 5 copies.
• Henry Davidson, Esq.
• Mrs. Davidson.
• Miss Davidson.
• Duncan Davidson, Esq.
• General Douglas, Woolwich.
• Major Douglas.
• John Douglas, Esq., Twyford Abbey.
• Mrs. Douglas.
• Mrs. Tyrwhitt Drake.
• Miss Drake.
• Mrs. Deffell.
• The Misses Deffell.
• Dr. Duesbury.
• Miss Duckworth.
• Richard Duppa, Esq. [5 copies.]

  [The number of copies was added to printed text in contemporary manuscript hand. Ed.]

• Philip Duncan, Esq., Bath.
• Mrs. T. Dickins, Bolsover Street.
• T. Dyson, Esq., Lavington, Sussex.
• Mrs. Dyson.
• George Daniell, Esq., Lincolns Inn Fields.

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• E. R. Daniell, Esq., Lincoln's Inn Fields.
• Miss Dallas, Gloucester Place. 3 copies.
• Mrs. Drewe.
• J. Duncan, Esq., New College, Oxford.
• Rev. A. Dawson, Brazennose College.
• Mrs. Daniel, Warwick.
• E. T. Daniel, Esq., Southampton.
• David Dundas, Esq., Edinburgh.
• James Dundas, Esq., Edinburgh.
• Mrs. Douglas, Douglas Park. 5 copies.
• Ralph James Dundas, Esq.
• Dr. J. H. Davidson. 5 copies.
• George Dunlop, Esq. 5 copies.
• Mrs. Dunlop.
• Mrs. Edward Dawkins.
• Mrs. Dawson, St. Leonard's.
• W. J. Davidson, Esq., Inchmarto. 2 copies.
• R. Davies, Esq.
• Mrs. Dumbleton, Bath.
• Miss Dunlop, Glasgow.
• William Davidson, Esq.
• Mrs. Robert Dunlop.
• A. Dunlop, Esq., Clober.
• John Dunlop, Esq., Greenock.
• Mrs. John Dunlop.
• Mrs. W. Dowal.
• Professor Davidson, Glasgow.
• Richard Duncan, Esq., Glasgow.
• Mrs. Denniston, Kelvin Grove. 5 copies.
• Miss Douglas, Rosehall.
• Mrs. Dinwiddie.
• Mrs. Dunlop, Annan Hill.
• Mrs. Dundas, Dundas Castle.
• Thomas Dobson, Esq., Bucklersbury.
• Rev. James Dallaway.
• -- Duff, Esq., Hutton.
• Mrs. Home Drummond.
• D. D. 3 copies.
• Mrs. Douglas Dickson, Hartree.
• William Dundas, Esq., Temple.
• James Dundas, Esq., Clerk to the Signet.
• Mrs. Denni, Winchelsea, Sussex.
• Miss J. Denni, Winchelsea, Sussex.
• Mrs. Donald, Glasgow.

E.

• Marchioness of Exeter,
• Countess of Effingham.
• Lord Ellenborough.
• Hon. Mrs. Estcourt.
• Hon. Mrs. T. Erskine, Lower Brook Street.
• Lady English, Grosvenor Street. 2 copies.
• Mrs. Edwards.
• Colonel Eustace.
• Mrs. George Ellis, Sunning Hill.
• -- Edwards, Esq.
• Mrs. Evan, Seaton Grove.
• N. B. Edmonstone, Esq.
• Wm. Empson, Esq., Temple.
• John Elliott, Esq.
• Mrs. Elliott.
• Rev. Luther Elliott, Salviston.
• Mrs. A. Elliott, Egland. 4 copies.
• Mrs. Elliott, Fenchurch Street.
• Robert Liston Elliott, Esq.
• Robert Elliott, Esq. 2 copies.
• G. H. Errington, Esq.
• Miss Edgeworth.
• Miss F. Edgeworth.
• Miss H. Edgeworth.
• Rev. Noel T. Ellison, Baliol Coll. Oxford. 2 copies.
• Mrs. Erskine, Linlathen.
• John Elliott, Esq., Montague Place, Russell Square.
• Mrs. Eaton, Kitton Hall, Stamford.
• Ellis Ellis, Esq.
• Wm. Eccles, Esq., Eccles, Manchester.
• John Evans, Esq., Aldermanbury.
• T. Erskine, Esq., Linlichan.
• Rowland Evan, Esq., Bond Street.
• Miss Eccles.
• Mrs. Grenville Ewing.
• James Ewing, Esq. 5 copies.

• Viscountess Fielding.
• Lord William Fitzgerald.
• His Excellency Baron Fagel.
• The Hon. Miss Fox.
• Sir Wm. Forbes, Bart., Pitsligo.

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• Sir Thomas Farquhar, Bart.
• Lady Farquhar.
• Miss Farquhar. 5 copies.
• Wm. Franklin, Esq.
• Mrs. Franklin.
• Mrs. Flower. 2 copies.
• Mrs. Fisher, Upper Seymour Street.
• Mrs. Farrer.
• Miss Fector.
• Miss A. C. Fryer, Cedars, Hammersmith.
• Miss Jane Fryer.
• Mrs. Farquhar.
• Richard Franklin, Esq.
• -- Flood, Esq., Clement's Lane.
• John Freeman, Esq , New Kent Road.
• Mrs. Foreman, Upper Harley Street. 5 copies.
• Francis Freeling, Esq., Bryanstone Square.
• Miss Ferrier.
• Mrs. Fenwick.
• Edward Fletcher, Esq., Lime Grove, Putney.
• Mrs. Fletcher.
• M. A. Fletcher, Esq., Edinburgh.
• J Fullerton, Esq. Edinburgh.
• Miss Fawkland.
• Captain Forrest, Montague Place.
• Mrs. Forrest.
• -- Farquhar, Esq.
• Mrs. Farquhar.
• A Friend. 10 copies.
• Mrs. Floyer, Stanford, Gloucestershire.
• Miss Freeman.
• Miss Fanshawe, Berkeley Square.
• Miss Catherine Fanshawe.
• Miss Elizabeth Fanshawe.
• George Frere, Esq., Hampstead
• Mrs. Frere, Downing Lodge, Cambridge.
• Miss Fountayne, Popplewick, Nottinghamshire.
• Mrs. Fountayne, Bath.
• Mrs. Fordyce, Bath.
• Mrs. Fitzgerald, Bath.
• John Foster, Esq., Bread Street.
• Mrs. Fielder, Bath.
• Miss Fielder, Bath.
• Wm. Fielder, Esq. jun., Bath. 2 copies.
• Wm. Fielder, Esq., Blackburn. 2 copies.
• Wm. Farrer, Esq., Bread Street.

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• G. W. Finch, Esq., Lincoln's Inn Fields.
• James Fyfe, Esq. 5 copies.
• Mrs. Fairlie, Holms.
• J. Fullerton, Esq., Glenorchard.
• Mrs. Freeland.
• Miss Freeland.
• Kirkman Finlay, Esq. 20 copies.
• Wm. Finlay, Esq., Trees. 2 copies.
• Thos. Farrer, Esq.
• Miss Frodsham.
• J. B. Ferrers, Esq., Throgmorton Street.
• A Friend. 2 copies.
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• Mrs. Fletcher, Castle Street, Edinburgh.
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• James Finlay, Esq., Glasgow.
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• Earl of Glasgow.
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• -- Goring, Esq., Weston Park, Sussex.
• Miss Goring.
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• John Glennie, Esq.

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• J. G. Graeff, Esq. 10 copies.
• Miss Gisborne.
• Miss Gunning.
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• S. Greaves, Esq.
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• -- Gurney, Esq.
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• Dr. Gillies.
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• Miss Graham.
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• Right Hon. Wm. Heygate, Lord Mayor.
• Sir Henry Halford, Bart. P. C. P.
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• Lady Hamlyn.
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• -- Harvey, Esq.
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• Miss Hankey.
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• Miss Hankey.
• J. Haines, Esq., Hampstead.

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• Mrs. Haines.
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• Mrs. Haggett.
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• Henry Holland, Esq.
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• Charles Hill, Esq.
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• Chamberlain Hinchliff, Esq., Southwark.
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• -- Jameson, Esq., Lawrence Pountney Lane.

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• Professor Jardine, Glasgow. 2 copies.
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• Henry Jardine, Esq., Edinburgh.
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• Francis Jeffry, Esq., Edinburgh.

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• William Kelly, Esq., Glasgow.

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• Mrs. King, Drum.
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• William Kinsey, Esq., New Bond Street.
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• Mrs. King.
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• Mrs. Long, Manwell Hall, Herts.
• -- Locke, Esq.
• Miss Locke.
• James Lowndes, Esq. 5 copies.
• A Lady. 5 copies.
• A Lady. 2 copies.
• William Leathley, Esq.

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• Mrs. Lockhart.
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• Rev. Daniel Lysons.
• Mrs. Lysons.
• Capt. M. Lindsay.
• Heneage Legge, Esq.
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• A Lady. 2 copies.
• Charles Lawrence, Esq. Cirencester.
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• -- Lemaistre, Esq.
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• James Lindsay, Esq.
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• E. W. Lindo, Esq.
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• M. D. Lindo, Esq.
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• Mrs. S. Levy.
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• Countess Dowager of Morton.
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• Miss Mordaunt.
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• Miss Moodie, Greenock.
• Mrs. Mack, Glasgow.

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• R. A. Mackay, Esq., Glasgow.
• Professor Mylne, Glasgow.
• Professor Millar, Glasgow.
• George Mackintosh, Esq.
• Mrs Mackintosh.
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• Andrew Mitchell, Esq., Glasgow.
• Wm. Middleton, Esq.
• Alexander Millar, Esq.
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• Major Monteith. 5 copies.
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• Jos. Marryatt, Esq.
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• S. Marryatt, Esq.
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• John Shank More, Esq.
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• Mrs. Moutray.
• Mrs. Macdonald. 2 copies.
• Rev. R. Mayne.
• Donald Maclean, Esq. 10 copies.

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• -- Mieville, Esq.
• Mrs. Mieville.
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• Thos. Master, Esq., Abbey, Cirencester.
• Miss Master.
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• C. S. Monteith, Esq., Closeburn.
• W. T. Money, Esq.
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• Miss Jane Mitchell.
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• John Morris, Esq.
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• John Mills, Esq., Colchester.
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• C. A. Mackenzie, Esq. 2 copies.
• G. W. Marriott, Esq., Queen Square.
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• Willoughby Montagu, Esq., R. A.
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• John Millar, Esq., Glasgow.
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• John Macall, Esq., Ibron Hill.
• John Morgan, Esq.
• Wm. Morgan, Esq.
• [F. P. Macauley, Esq. 2 copies].

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• [Henry Maldon, Esq. 2 copies.]

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• Jacob Montefiore, Esq.
• Eliezer Montefiore, Esq.
• Moses Montefiore, Esq
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• A. L. Mocatta, Esq.
• J. F. Maubert, Esq.
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• Wm. Monteith, Esq. 5 copies.
• James Monteith, Esq.
• Robert Mee, Esq.
• Mrs. Morris, Ampthill.
• James M'Inray, Esq., of Lude.
• Rev. M. Marsh, Winterslow

• The Right Hon. Sir John Nichol, M. P. &c.
• Lady Nichol.
• The Right Hon. Lady Sarah Napier.
• Miss Napier.
• Miss Emily Napier.
• Mrs. Richard Napier.
• Lieut. Col. George Napier. 4 copies.
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• Wm. Newton, Esq., Argyll Street. 2 copies.
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• James Norris, Esq.

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• R. A. Oswald, Esq. 5 copies.
• The Lady Lilias Oswald. 5 copies.
• James Oswald, Esq., Shieldhall.
• Rev. H. Oakley, London House.

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• Edward Ogg, Esq.
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• A. C. Orme, Esq., Fitzroy Square. 2 copies.
• A friend, by A. C. Orme, Esq. 2 copies.

• Hon. Mr. Justice Park. 10 copies.
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• Dr. James Paterson.
• Wm. Pratt, Esq. Jun. 2 copies.
• John Parkin, Esq., Clements Lane.

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• Miss Powell, Camberwell.
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• Mrs. Plumer.
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• Miss Pollen. 5 copies.
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• Miss Price.
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• Wm. Porter, Esq., Mecklenburgh Place.
• J. H. Petty, Esq.
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• E L. Percival, Esq.
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• Thos. Plumer, Esq., Rolls House. 3 copies.
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• Mrs. Pye, Rosehall.
• Charles Parker, Esq.
• Wm. Paterson, Esq., Green, Ayr.
• James Porteus, Esq., Kilmarnock.
• George Powney, Esq., Grosvenor Square.

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• Rev. Dr. Pitt, Christ Church, Oxford.
• Mrs. L. Plumtree, Deanery, Gloucester.
• W. Patrick, Esq., Edinburgh.
• J. S. Pimentel, Esq.

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• Mrs. Rolleston, Parliament Street.
• D. H. Rucker, Esq. 2 copies.
• J. A. Rucker, Esq. 2 copies.

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• Mrs. J. A. Rucker. 2 copies.
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• R. Ricardo, Esq.
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MAC DUFF'S CROSS,

PRELUDE.

NAY , smile not, lady, when I speak of witchcraft,
And say that still there lurks amongst our glens
Some touch of strange enchantment.--Mark that fragment,
I mean that rough-hewn block of massive stone,
Placed on the summit of this mountain pass,
Commanding prospect wide o'er field and fell,
And peopled village, and extended moorland,
And the wide ocean and majestic Tay,
And the far distant Grampians.--Do not deem it
A loosened portion of the neighbouring rock,
Detach'd by storm and thunder,--'twas the pedestal
On which, in ancient times, a cross was rear'd,
Carv'd o'er with words which foil'd philologists;
And the events it did commemorate
Were dark, remote, and undistinguishable,
As were the mystic characters it bore.
But, mark,--a wizard by a southern stream,

Tuned but his magic harp to this wild theme,
And, lo! the scene is hallow'd.--None shall pass,
Now or in after days, beside that stone,
But he shall have strange visions;--thoughts and words,
That shake, or rouse, or thrill the human heart,
Shall rush upon his memory when he hears
The spirit-stirring name of this rude symbol,--
Oblivious ages, at that simple spell,
Shall render back their terrors with their woes,
Alas! and with their crimes,--and the proud phantoms
Shall move with step familiar to his eye,
And accents which, once heard, the ear forgets not,
Though ne'er again to list them.--Siddons, thine,
Thou matchless Siddons! thrills upon our ear;
And on our eye thy lofty brother's form
Rises as Scotland's monarch.--But, to thee,
Joanna, why to thee speak of such visions?
Thine own wild wand can raise them.--
    Yet since thou wilt an idle tale of mine,
Take one which scarcely is of worth enough
To give or to withhold.--But time creeps on,
Fancy grows colder as the silvery hair
Tells the advancing winter of our life.
But if it be of worth enough to please,
That worth it owes to her who set the task,
If otherwise, the fault rest with the author.

MAC DUFF'S CROSS.

    SCENE.--The summit of a Rocky Pass, about two miles from the ancient Abbey of Lindores in Fife. In the centre is Mac Duff's Cross, an antique Monument; and at a small distance, on one side, a Chapel, with a lamp burning.

     Enter NINIAN and WALDHAVES, Monks of Lindores. --NINIAN crosses himself, and seems to recite his devotions. --WALDHAVES stands gazing on the prospect, as if in deep contemplation.

    NINIAN.

HERE stands the cross, good brother, consecrated
By the bold thane unto his patron saint
Magridius, once a brother of our house.
Canst thou not spare an ave or a creed?
Or hath the steep ascent exhausted you?
You trode it stoutly, though 'twas rough and toilsome.--

    WALDHAVES.
I have trode a rougher--

    NINIAN.

On the highland hills,
Scarcely within our sea-girt province here,
Unless upon the Lomonds or Bennarty.

    WALDHAVES.

    I spoke not of the literal path, good father,
But of the road of life which I had travell'd,
Ere I assumed this habit;--it was bounded,
Hedged in, and limited by earthly prospects,
As ours beneath was closed by dell and thicket.
Here we see wide and far, and the broad sky,
With wide horizon, opens full around,
While earthly objects dwindle.--Brother Ninian,
Fain would I hope that mental elevation
Could raise me equally o'er worldly thoughts,
And place me by so much the nearer heaven.--

    NINIAN.

    'Tis good morality.--But yet forget not,
That though we look on heaven from this high eminence,
Yet doth the Prince of all the airy space,
Arch foe of man, possess the realms between.

    WALDHAVES.

    Most true, good brother; and men may be farther
From the fair haven they aim at, even because
They deem themselves secure on't.

    NINIAN (after a pause ).

You do gaze,
Strangers are wont to do so--on the prospect.
Yon is the Tay rolled down from highland hills,
That rests his waves after so rude a race

In the fair plains of Gowrie--westward yonder,
Proud Stirling rises--yonder to the east,
Dundee, the gift of God, and fair Montrose,
And still more northward lie the hills--

    WALDHAVES.
Of Edzell.

    NINIAN.
How know you the towers of Edzell?

    WALDHAVES.
I've heard of them.

    NINIAN.

Then have you heard a tale,
Which, when he tells, the peasant shakes his head,
And shuns the mouldering and deserted walls.

    WALDHAVES.
Why, and by whom deserted?

    NINIAN.

Long the tale--
Enough to say, that the last lord of Edzell,
Bold Reynold Lindesay, had a wife, and found--

    WALDHAVES.

    Enough is said, indeed--for a weak woman;
Aye, and a tempting fiend, lost paradise,
When man was innocent.

    NINIAN.

    They fell at strife,

Men say, on slight occasion that fierce Lindesay
Did bend his sword against De Berkeley's breast,
And that the lady threw herself between:
That then De Berkeley dealt the Baron's death-wound.
Enough, that from that time De Berkeley bore
A spear in foreign wars;--and, it is said,
He hath returned of late; and therefore, brother,
The prior hath ordain'd our vigil here,
To watch the privilege of the sanctuary,
And, rights of Clan Mac Duff.--

    WALDHAVES.

What rights are these?

    NINIAN.

    Most true! You are but newly come from Rome,
And do not know our ancient usages.
Know then, when fell Mac Beth beneath the arm
Of the predestined knight, unborn of woman,
A triple boon he ask'd, and thrice did Malcolm,
Stooping the sceptre, which the thane restored,
Assent to his request. And hence the rule,
That first when Scotland's king assumes the crown,
Mac Duff's descendant rings his brow with it:
And hence, when Scotland's king calls forth his host,
Mac Duff's descendant leads the van in battle;
And last, in guerdon of the crown restored,
Red with the blood of the usurping tyrant,

The right was granted in succeeding time,
That, if a kinsman of the thane of Fife
Commit a slaughter on a sudden impulse,
And fly for refuge to this Cross Mac Duff;
He for his sake shall find it sanctuary;
For here must the avenger's step be staid,
And here the panting homicide find safety.

    WALDHAVES.

    And here a brother of your order watches,
To see the custom of the place observed?--

    NINIAN.

    Even so;--such is our convent's holy right,
Since Saint Magridius, blessed be his memory!
Did by a vision warn the abbot Eadmer,--
And chief we watch, when there is bickering
Among the neighbouring nobles, as most likely
From this return of Berkeley from abroad,
Having the Lindesay's blood upon his hand.--

    WALDHAVES.
    The Lindesay then was loved among his friends?

    NINIAN.

    Honour'd and fear'd he was--but little loved:
For even his bounty bore a show of sternness,
And when his passions waked, he was a Sathan,
For wrath and injury.

    WALDHAVES.

    How now, sir Priest--forgive me--I was dreaming
Of an old baron, who did bear about him
Some touch of your lord Louis.

    NINIAN.

    Lindesay's name, my brother,
Indeed was Louis; and methinks beside
That, as you spoke even now, he would have spoken.
I brought him a petition from our convent:
He granted straight, but in such tone and manner,
By my good saint! I thought myself scarce safe
Till Tay roll'd broad between us. I must now
Unto the chapel--meanwhile the vigil's thine;
And, at thy word, the hurrying fugitive,
Should such arrive, must here find sanctuary;
And, at thy word, the fury-paced avenger
Must stop his bloody course--e'en as swoln Jordan
Controll'd his waves, soon as they touch'd the feet
Of those who bore the ark.

    WALDHAVES.
Is this my charge?

    NINIAN.

    Even so;--and I am near, should chance require me.
At midnight I relieve you on your watch,
When we may taste together some refreshment.
I have cared for 't, and for a flask of wine,

There is no sin, so that we drink it not
Until the midnight hour, when lauds have toll'd.
Farewell awhile, and store of peace be with you.

    [Exit towards the Chapel.

    WALDHAVES.

    It is not with me, and alas! alas!
I know not where to seek it. This monk's mind
Is with his cloister mark'd, nor lacks more room.
Its petty duties, formal ritual,
Its humble pleasures, and its paltry troubles,
Fill up his round of life. Even as some reptiles,
They say, are moulded to the very shape,
And all the angles of the rocky crevice,
In which they live and die. But for myself,
Hunted by passion to the narrow cell,
Couching my tired limbs in its recesses,
So ill-adapted am I to its limits,
That every attitude is agony.
How now! what brings him back?

     Re-enter NINIAN.

    NINIAN.

    Look to your watch, my brother;--horsemen come:
I heard the tread when kneeling in the chapel.

    WALDHAVES.

    My thoughts have rapt me more than thy devotions.

Else had I heard the tread of rushing horses
Farther than thou could'st hear the sacring bell;
But now in truth they come:--flight and pursuit
Are sights I've been long strange to.--

    NINIAN.

    See how they strain adown the opposing hill;
Yon grey steed bounding on the headlong path
As on the level meadow; and the black,
Urged by the rider with his naked sword,
Stoops on his prey, as I have seen the falcon
Dashing upon the heron.--Thou dost frown
And clench thy hand, as if it grasp'd a weapon.

    WALDHAVES.

    'Tis but for shame to see one man fly thus
While only one pursues him.--Coward, turn!--
Turn thee, I say! thou art as stout as he,
And well may'st match thy single sword with his.
Shame, that a man should rein a steed like thee,
Yet fear to turn his front against a foe:--
I am ashamed to look on them.

    NINIAN.

    Yet look again,--they quit their horses now,
Unfit for the rough path:--the fugitive
Keeps the advantage still.

    WALDHAVES.

    I'll not believe that ever the bold thane

Rear'd up his cross to be a sanctuary
To the base coward, who shunn'd an equal combat.--
How's this?--that look--that mien--my eyes grow dizzy.--

    NINIAN.

    He comes:--thou art a novice on this watch:--
Brother, I'll take the word and speak to him.
Let down thy cowl;--know that we spiritual champions
Have honor to maintain, and must not seem
To quail before the laity.

    [WALDHAVES lets down his cowl, and steps back.

     Enter MAURICE BERKELEY.

    NINIAN.
Who art thou, stranger? speak thy name and purpose.

    BERKELEY.

    I claim the privilege of Clan Mac Duff.
My name is Maurice Berkeley, and my lineage
Allies me nearly with the thane of Fife.

    NINIAN.
Give us to know the cause of sanctuary?

    BERKELEY.

Let him shew it,
Against whose violence I claim the privilege.

     Enter LINDESAY with his Sword drawn; he rushes at
BERKELEY; NINIAN interposes.

    NINIAN.

    Peace in the name of Saint Magridius!
Peace in our prior's name, and in the name
Of that dear symbol which did purchase peace
And good-will towards man! I do command thee
To sheathe thy sword and stir no contest here.

    LINDESAY.

    One charm I'll try first,
To lure this craven from the enchanted circle
Which he hath harbour'd in.--Hear you, De Berkeley,
This is my brother's sword,--the hand it arms
Is weapon'd to avenge a brother's death:--
If thou had heart to step a furlong off
And change three blows,--and for so short a space
As these good men may say an avemary,
So, heaven be good to me! I would forgive thee
Thy deed and all its consequences.

    BERKELEY.

    Were not my right hand fetter'd by the thought
That slaying thee were but a double guilt
In which to steep my soul, no bridegroom ever
Stepp'd forth to trip a measure with his bride
More joyfully than I, young man, would wait
Upon your challenge.

    LINDESAY.

    He quails and shuns to look upon my weapon,
Yet boasts himself a Berkeley.

    BERKELEY.

    Lindesay; and if there were no deeper cause
For shunning thee than terror of thy weapon,
That rock-hewn cross as soon should start and stir,
Because a hunter-boy blew horn beneath it,
As I for brag of thine.

    NINIAN.

    I charge you both, and in the name of heaven,
Breathe no defiance on this sacred spot,
Where christian men must bear them peacefully,
On pain of the church-thunders.--Calmly tell
Your cause of difference;--and lord Lindesay then
Be first to speak them.

    LINDESAY.

    Ask the blue welkin--ask the silver Tay,
The northern Grampians--all know my wrongs;
But ask not me to tell them while a villain,
Who wrought them, stands and listens with a smile.--

    NINIAN.

    It is said----
Since you refer us thus to general fame,
That Berkeley slew thy brother, the lord Louis,
In his own halls at Edzell--

    LINDESAY.

    Aye, in his halls--
In his own halls, good father, that's the word
In his own halls he slew him, while the wine
Pass'd on the board between!--The gallant thane,
Who wreaked Mac Beth's inhospitable murder,
Built not his cross to sanction deeds like these.

    BERKELEY.

    Thou say'st I came a guest;--I came a victim--
A destined victim, train'd on to the doom
His frantic jealousy prepar'd for me:
He fix'd a quarrel on me, and we fought.
Can I forget the form that came between us,
And perish'd by his sword?--'Twas then I fought
For vengeance--until then I guarded life,
But then I sought to take it, and prevail'd.

    LINDESAY.

    Wretch! thou didst dishonor,
And then didst slay him.

    BERKELEY.

    There is a busy fiend tugs at my heart,
But I will struggle with it.--Youthful knight,
My heart is sick of war, my hand of slaughter;
I come not to my lordships or my land,
But seek just so much earth in some cold cloister
As I may kneel on living, and when dead

Which may suffice to cover me.--
Forgive me that I caus'd your brother's death;
And I forgive thee the injurious terms
With which thou taxest me.----

    LINDESAY.

    Take worse and blacker;--murderer--adulterer--
Art thou not moved yet?--

    BERKELEY.

Do not press me further;
The hunted stag, even when he seeks the thicket,
If forc'd to stand at bay, grow dangerous!--
Most true, thy brother perish'd by my hand,
And if you term it murther, I will bear it.
Thus far my patience can--but if thou brand
The purity of yonder martyr'd saint,
Whom thus my sword but poorly did avenge,
With one injurious word, come to the valley,
And I will show thee how it shall be answer'd.--

    NINIAN.

    This heat, lord Berkeley, doth but ill accord
With thy late pious patience.--

    BERKELEY.

    Father, forgive, and let me stand excused
To Heaven and thee, if patience brooks no more.--
I loved this lady fondly--truly loved;
Loved her, and was beloved, ere yet her father

Conferr'd her on another.--While she lived,
Each thought of her was to my soul as hallowed
As those I send to Heaven; and on her grave,
Her bloody, early grave, while this poor hand
Can hold a sword, shall no one cast a scorn.--

    LINDESAY.

    Follow me:--I am glad there is one spur
Can rouze thy sluggard metal.--

    BERKELEY.

    Make then obeisance to the blessed cross,
For it shall be on earth thy last devotion.--

    (They are going off .)

    WALDHAVES. (Rushing forward. )

    Madman, stand--
Stay but one second,--answer but one question.
There, Maurice Berkeley, can'st thou look upon
That blessed sign, and swear thou'st spoken truth?--

    BERKELEY.

    I swear by Heaven,
And by the memory of that murder'd innocent,
Each seeming charge against her was as false
As Ermengarde was spotless.--Hear, each saint!
Hear me, thou holy rood!--hear me from Heaven,
Thou martyr'd excellence!--Hear me from penal fire,
(For sure not yet thy guilt is expiated?)
Stern ghost of her destroyer!----

    WALDHAVES. (Throws back his cowl. )
    He hears! he hears!--thy spell hath rais'd the dead.

    LINDESAY.

    My brother!--and alive!--

    WALDHAVES.

    Alive, but yet, my Richard, dead to thee.--
No tie of kindred binds me to the world:
All were renounc'd, when with reviving life
Came the desire to seek the sacred cloister.--
Alas, in vain! for to that last retreat,
Like to a pack of blood-hounds in full chace,
My passions and my wrongs have followed me,
Wrath and remorse--and to fill up the cry,
Thou hast brought vengeance hither.--

    LINDESAY.

I but sought
To do the act and duty of a brother

    WALDHAVES.

    I ceased to be so when I left the world.--
But if he can forgive, as I forgive,
God sends me here a brother in mine enemy,
To pray for me, and with me.--If thou can'st,
De Berkeley, give thy hand.--

    BERKELEY. (Gives his hand. )

It is the will
Of Heaven made manifest, in thy preservation,

To save from further bloodshed; for, De Berkeley,
The votary, Maurice, lays the title down.--
Go to his halls, lord Richard, where a maiden,
Kin to his blood, and daughter in affection,
Heirs his broad lands.--If thou can'st love her, Lindesay,
Woo her and be a speeder.

FAIR MEAD LODGE,

HAIL , Fair Mead! hail, my forest glade!
Thou green isle, girt around with shade!
Woods, where of old with hound and horn
The Norman hunter woke the morn:
Where yet along the grassy lawn
At dim of eve, and grey of dawn,
The deer his silent way pursues,
And prints his hoofs in treacherous dews:--
And thou, my lone and little lake,
Where the stag loves his thirst to slake,
When summer on the gilded stream,
Darts the broad sun-shine's noon-day beam!
Hail, peaceful Lodge! my summer-seat,
A wild, sequestered, lone retreat,
Oer-shadow'd by a Druid oak
That whilome felt the woodman's stroke,
Then, as disdainful of the blow,
Drove its gnarl'd roots more deep below,
And proudlier to the tempest spread,
An ampler girt, a broader head.

There, underneath its brow that rears
The burden of a thousand years,
Beneath the arms whose branch of yore
The quiver of the Norman bore,
And heard the twanging of the yew
When Harold's shaft like lightning flew;
I trace the spots in grove and glade,
Where in wild woods my childhood stray'd,
When the full moon at magic hour
Shot thro' the leaves a spangled show'r,
That show'd upon the dewy blade
Fresh rings that fairy feet betray'd
    Are these the haunts where stray'd the child,
Thro' thorny brakes and thickets wild?
How chang'd the scene! With fond delay,
The woodman, lingering on his way,
Asks the cold soil, and clay-bound earth,
What magic hand has chang'd its birth,
Or art--if art--in that recess
Has tam'd the forest wilderness?
    Mary! thy hand hath touch'd that place,
And o'er it cast an added grace;
And where wild nature spread the wood,
And o'er the darken'd solitude,
The beech, the oak, the horn-beam sprung,
And hollies spir'd the thorns among,

Thy touch hath clear'd th' ungenial shade,
And gladden'd with new suns the glade.
Th' acacia, laurel, cypress, thine,
And bow'rs that breathe of eglantine.
It was thy hand that rear'd my grove,
And lin'd with moss the seat I love,
Entic'd the ivy-twine that weaves
O'er the thatch'd roof its glossy leaves;
Shap'd each gay plot that decks the scene,
And wound my walk their flow'rs between:
There, from Italia's fragrant shore,
Gay shrubs to deck my dwelling bore;
There bade the myrtle scent the gale,
With sweets that breath'd on Arno's vale;
Woo'd gentlest Zephyrs to awake
The flow'rs that glow'd o'er Como's lake,
And Britain's boldest suns illume
The Pæstan rose's double bloom.----
Sweet is it in such haunts to dwell,
And bid life's troublous scenes farewell,
Nursing in peaceful solitude
High visions that the world exclude!
If yet one spot--one resting place--
    Where Peace may build on earth her bow'r,
And in its hallow'd haunt retrace
    A dream of Eden's blissful hour,

'Tis in that sole, that sacred spot,
    Where innocence and woman dwell;
'Tis in that heart, which wavering not,
    Believes what God has deign'd to tell;
And anchoring its hope above,
Passes o'er earth in simple love.
Such, Mary! thy unsully'd heart,
And such the spot, where'er thou art.--

THE LAY OF THE BELL.

"THE most original and beautiful, perhaps, of all Schiller's poems, unequalled by any thing of Goethe's, is called 'The Song of the Bell,'-- a varying irregular lyric strain. The casting of a bell is, in Germany, an event of solemnity and rejoicing. In the neighbourhood of the Hartz, and the other mine districts, you read formal announcements in the newspapers from bell-founders, that at a given time and spot a casting is to take place, to which they invite all their friends. An entertainment out of doors is prepared, and held with much festivity. Schiller, in a few short stanzas, forming a sort of chorus, describes the whole process of the melting, the casting, and the cooling of the bell, with a technical truth and a felicity of expression, in which the sound of the sharp sonorous rhymes and expressive epithets constantly forms an echo to the sense. Between these technical processes he breaks forth into the most beautiful episodaic pictures of the various scenes of life, with which the sounds of the bell are connected." * * The above passage, in which the peculiar character of "The Bell of Schiller" is described with much taste and feeling, is extracted from a very entertaining publication of Mr. Dodd, "An Autumn near the Rhine." Vivos voco. --Mortuos plango.--Fulgura frango.

FAST immur'd within the earth,
    Fixt by fire the clay-mould stands,
This day the Bell expects its birth;
    Courage, comrades! ply your hands!
        Hotly from the brow
        Must the sweat-drop flow:
If by his work the master known,
Yet--Heav'n must send the blessing down.

The work we earnestly prepare,
    May well an earnest word demand:
When cheering words attend our care,
    Gay the labour, brisk the hand.
Then, let us weigh with deep reflection,
    What by more force must be achiev'd;
And rightly scorn his mis-direction,
    Whose foresight ne'er his work conceiv'd.
'Tis this, that human nature graces,
    This, gifted reason's destin'd aim,
That in itself the spirit traces
    Whate'er the hand shall fitly frame.

    Billets of the fir-wood take,
        Every billet dry and sound;
    That flame on gather'd flame awake,
        And vault with fire the furnace round.
            Cast the copper in,
            Quick, due weight of tin,
    That the Bell's tenacious food,
    Rightly flow in order'd mood.

What now within the earth's deep womb
    Our hands by help of fire prepare,
Shall on yon turret mark our doom,
    And loudly to the world declare!

There its aërial station keeping,
    Touch many an ear to latest time;
Shall mingle with the mourner's weeping,
    And tune to holy choirs its chime.
All that to earth-born sons below
    The changeful turns of fortune bring,
The Bell from its metallic brow
    In warning sounds shall widely ring.

    Lo! I see white bubbles spring:--
        Well!--the molten masses flow.
    Haste, ashes of the salt-wort fling,
        Quick'ning the fusion deep below.
            Yet, from scoria free
            Must the mixture be,
    That from the metal, clean and clear,
    Its sound swell tuneful on the ear.

Hark! 'tis the birth-day's festive ringing
    It welcomes the beloved child,
Who now life's earliest way beginning,
    In sleep's soft arm lies meek and mild.
As yet in time's dark lap repose,
Life's sunshine lot, and shadowy woes,
While tenderest cares of mothers born
Watch o'er her infant's golden morn.

The years like winged arrows fly:
    The stripling from the female hand
        Bursts into life all wild to roam;
    And wandering far o'er sea and land,
        Returns a stranger home.
There, in her bloom divinely fair,
    An image beaming from the sky,
With blushing cheek and modest air
    A virgin charms his eye.
A nameless longing melts his heart,
    Far from his comrades' revels rude,
While tears involuntary start,
    He strays in pathless solitude,--
There, blushing, seeks alone her trace;
    And if a smile his suit approve,
He seeks the prime of all the place,
    The fairest flow'r to deck his love.--
Enchanting hope! thou sweet desire!
    Thou earliest love! thou golden time!
Heav'n opens to thy glance of fire,
    The heart o'erflows with bliss sublime.
Oh that it might eternal prove
The vernal bloom of youthful love!

    See! the pipes are browning over!
        This little rod I inly dip;

    If coated there with glassy cover,
        Let not the time of fusion slip.
            Now, companions!--move,
            Now, the mixture prove.
    If each alike, in one design
    The brittle and the ductile join.

For where strength with softness joins,
Where force with tenderness combines,
    Firm the union, sweet the song.
Thus, ere thou wed no more to part,
Prove first if heart unite with heart:
    The dream is brief, repentance long.
Sweet, 'mid the tresses of the bride,
    Blooms the virgin coronal,
When merry bells ring far and wide
    Kind welcome to the festival
    Ah, that life's fairest festive day
    Fades with the blossom of our May!
    That when the veil and cestus fall,
    The sweet illusions vanish, all!--
        The passion,--it flies,
            The love must endure:
        The blossom,--it dies,
            The fruit must mature.

            Forth the husband must wend
            To the combat of life;
            Plunge in turmoil and strife.
            Must plant, and must plan;
            Gain get as he can.
            Hazard all, all importune,
            To woo and win fortune.
Then streams, like a spring-flood, his wealth without measure,
And his granaries groan with the weight of their treasure;
And his farm-yards increase, and his mansion expands.

            Now the house-wife within
            Her course must begin;
            Nurse, mother, and wife
            Share the troubles of life:
            Discreetly severe
            Rule all in her sphere;
            Give each maiden employ,
            Watch each troublesome boy.
            With orderly care,
            Keep all in repair;
            And store without ceasing
            Her riches increasing:
Fill her sweet-scented coffers; and, restlessly twirling,
Set each spindle a spinning, each wheel ever whirling;

And in smooth polish'd ward-robes range row above row,
Her woollen all radiant, her linen all snow;
And trim them, and pranck them, and fashion them ever,
And rest--never.--

        The father now, with deep delight,
        From his proud seat's wide-seeing roof,
        Sums up the wealth that feasts his sight;
        The branching columns that support
        The loaded barns rang'd round the court;
        Granaries that with corn o'er-flow,
        And harvests billowing to and fro:
        And deems, fond man! that, propt on gain,
        Like pillars that the globe sustain,
        His house in glory shall withstand
        Misfortune's rough and ruthless hand.
        But--none--no mortal can detain
        Fate in adamantine chain.
    Mischance with hurried foot advances.

    'Tis time.--Now, now begin the fusion:
        The crevice now yields promise fair.
    Yet, pause--nor hasten the conclusion,
        Till Heav'n has heard our pious pray'r.
            Push the stopper out.
            Saints! watch the house about.

            Smoking in the handle's bow,
            Shoot the waves that darkly glow.--

        Beneficent the fire, whose flame
        The pow'r of man can watch and tame;
        When all, whate'er he forms and makes,
        From Heav'n's kind gift perfection takes.
        But terrible this gift of Heav'n,
        When bursting forth, its fetters riv'n,
        This free-born child of nature free
        Issues in random liberty.
        Woe--woe--when loose, without controul,
            Gathering fresh force to feed their ire,
        On thro' the populous city roll,
            Sheeted flames of living fire!
        The elements, unpitying, hate
        Whate'er the hands of man create.
                From the clouds
                Blessings flow,
                Rain streams below:
                From the clouds,
                Here and there,
                Lightnings glare.
        Heard you yon turret moan from high?
                Storm is nigh.
                Red as blood
                The Heav'n's suffusion;

        Not that, daylight's glowing flood.
                What confusion!
                Clouds of smoke
                The dark streets choke;
        Flaring mounts up higher and higher,
        Through lengthen'd streets, the pillar'd fire,
        Borne before the wild wind's ire.
        The flame as from a furnace streams,
        Glows the ether, crack the beams;
        Mothers wandering, children moaning,
        Cattle under ruins groaning;
        Windows clattering, pillars crushing,
        All for safety wildly rushing.
        This way, that way, twisting, turning,
        Midnight like the noonday burning,
        Hand to hand, a lengthen'd chain,
        How they strain!
        Fly the buckets; flood and fountain
        Burst in liquid arches mounting:
        The howling tempest on its course
        Gives to the flames resistless force:
        The fire-flood through each granary streams,
        And blazes o'er the rafter'd beams;
        And, as if the self-same hour
        Would earth and all its growth devour,
        To heav'n it rears its tow'ring flight,

                Giant high!
                Hopelessly
    Beneath its godlike strength man bows the head:
        And, as his treasures sink and sunder,
    Beholds the ruins round him spread,
        In idle wonder--
                Consum'd by flame.
                One waste the place:
    Nought but the storm there leaves a trace.
    In the wide casement's vacancy
                Dire horrors brood,
    And clouds that sweep aloft the sky
                Look on its solitude.

                One look--one last--
                On that earth-womb,
                His treasure's tomb:
    One lingering look--'tis o'er--'tis past--
                He grasps his staff--the world has room
    The raging flame not all has reft,
    One heartfelt solace yet is left.
    He numbers those belov'd the most,--
    Of those, so lov'd, not one is lost.

    All prosp'rous seems beneath the earth,
        Full and kindly fill'd the mould:

    But will the day that views its birth,
        What crowns our toil and art behold?
            If the fusion fail!--
            If the mould prove frail!--
    Ah! haply, while Hope's sunbeams glow,
    Fate has already wrought the woe!

        To the dark lap of holy earth
    We trust the unaccomplish'd deed:
    The sower fearless trusts his seed,
        In hope to gather in the birth
    At the blest time by heav'n decreed.
And far more precious seed concealing,
    We mournful hide in earth's dark womb,
In hope that God, the grave unsealing,
    Revive it, grac'd with brighter bloom.
            From the dome,
            Sad and slow,
            Tolls the Bell,
            The song of woe;--
    Its sad, its solemn, strokes attend
    A wand'rer to his journey's end.

    Ah! 'tis the dear one--'tis the wife!
    'Tis the belov'd, the loving mother!
    Who by the prince of darkness borne,
    From her fond husband's arms is torn,--

    Torn from each tender child away
    She bore him in her bloom of day,--
    Those who had grown upon her breast,
    By love--a mother's love--carest.
    Ah! the household's gentle band
        Is loos'd for ever,--ever more;
    She dwells within the shadowy land
        Whose fondness hung that household o'er.
    Now ceas'd her zealous occupation,
        None her kindness more shall prove;
    O'er that wide waste, that orphan station,
        A stranger rules devoid of love.

        While the Bell is cooling, rest,
            Rest from toil and trouble free;
        Each, as fits his fancy best,
            Sport like bird at liberty.
                Peeps a star in air,
                The man void of care
    At vesper chime from labor ceases:
    No hour the master's care releases.

    Quickly with unwearied paces
The wand'rer in wild woods afar
    Seeks his household roof's embraces:
Bleating, homeward draw the sheep:
            Herds and cows
    Sleek their hides, and broad their brows,

            Come back lowing,
Each his wonted manger knowing.
            Charg'd with grain
            In rocks the wain,
            Harvest laden:
            With gay leaves,
            On the sheaves,
            Garlands lie;
While to the dance the youthful mowers
            Briskly fly.
    Street and market hush their speaking;
The householders, when day decays,
Gather around their blissful blaze;
    And the town-gate closes creaking.
Earth with clouds is darken'd over;
Yet underneath his roof's safe cover,
The peaceful burgher dreads not night,
Which wakes the wicked with affright,
While Law's keen eye ne'er rests its sight.

Holy Order! rich in blessing;
Heavenly daughter! whose caressing
To social bonds free man endears:
Thou, whose base the city rears;
Thou, who from the wild and wood
Call'st the unsocial savage brood,

To roofs that bind the household tie,
And sooth the soul with courtesy!
Hail, Thou that weav'st the dearest band,
The union of a Father-land!

A thousand busy hands in motion
    Each to each its aid imparts,
And in brotherly devotion
    Adds strength and grace to all the arts.
Man and master, in their station,
    In Freedom's holy safeguard rest;
And in joyful occupation
    Laugh to scorn the scorner's jest.
Work!--'tis the burgher's exaltation,--
    A blessing rests on labor's head:
Honor the king who rules the nation,
    Honor the hand that earns its bread.

            Holy Peace!
            Concord sweet!
            Remain, remain:
    O'er this region kindly reign.
    Never may that day arise
When war's rough plund'rers shall assail!
And violate this peaceful vale:
    Never may those lovely skies,

    Which roseate eve's soft colours faint
            Lovelily paint,
    View on the blissful village roof
    The battle-beacon flame aloof!

    Break me the mould: its due employment
        Now done, no more its aid we need.
    Let heart and eye in full enjoyment,
        On the well-formed image feed.
            Swing, the hammer swing,
            Till the cover spring.
    When the earth the Bell releases,
    The mould may split in thousand pieces.

    The master breaks the mould in pieces,
        And timely frees the precious charge;
    But woe--if, as the flame encreases,
        The glowing metal stream at large.
    Blind-raging with the roar of thunder,
        Forth from its riv'n cell it rushes;
    And as from hell-jaws burst asunder,
        Destruction with the fire-flood gushes.

    Where senseless force misrules at pleasure,
    No form comes forth in rule and measure--
        When nations burst the social band,
        Ill fares it with the ravag'd land.

Ah! woe! when in the city's slumber
    By stealth a spark of fire gains force:
Woe! when the mob's unfetter'd number
    Finds in itself its sole resource.
Then--Uproar, to the bell-ropes springing,
    Spreads far and wide the dread alarm;
And where Peace hail'd its joyful ringing,
    Its signal bids the city arm.

"Freedom! Equality!"--all crying,
    The burgher arms for his defence;
Through streets, through halls, this, that way flying,
    Fell Murder's bands their work commence.
Wild women, like hyænas darting,
    Laughs mixed with groans, strange dread impart;
While thrills the nerve, while blood is starting,
    The woman rends the quivering heart.

No sanctity the bosom shielding,
    No decency, restraint, or shame,
The wicked, as the good are yielding,
    To crime impunity proclaim.

'Tis dire to rouse a lion sleeping,
    Terrific is the tiger's jaw;
But there's a woe surpasses weeping,--
    'Tis savage man let loose from law:

Woe!--who to him, the blind, the cruel,
    Lends the blest gift from heav'n brought down--
It lights him not, but fires the fuel
    That turns to ashes land and town.

Joy! joy to me, kind heav'n has giv'n:
    Lo! like a star of golden birth,
The metal polish'd, smooth, and even,
    Comes from its coverture of earth.
        Lo! round its beauteous crown
        Sunlike radiance thrown
And the coat of arms' gay burnish
Shall to my skill new honor furnish.

    Come all! come all!
Close your ranks, in order settle;
Baptize we now the hallow'd metal:
    "Concordia!"--Such her name we call.
To harmony, to heartfelt union,
It gathers in the blest communion.
Be this henceforward its vocation;
For this I watch'd o'er its creation,
That while our life goes lowly under,
    The Bell, 'mid yon blue heav'n's expansion,
Should soar, the neighbour of the thunder,
    And border on the starry mansion.

Its voice from yon aërial height
    Shall seem the music of the sphere,
That rolling lauds its Maker's might,
    And leads along the crowned year:
To solemn and eternal things
    Alone shall consecrate its chime,
And hourly, as it swiftly swings,
    O'ertake the flying wing of time:
Shall lend to Fate its iron tongue,
    Heartless itself, nor form'd to feel,
Shall follow life's mix'd scenes among,
    Each turn of Fortune's fickle wheel--
And, as its echo on the gale
    Dies off, though long and loud the tone,
Shall teach that all on earth shall fail,
    All pass away--save God alone.
Now, with the rope's unweary'd might,
    From its dark womb weigh up the Bell,
That it may gain th' aërial height,
    And in the realm of Echo dwell.
            Draw! draw!--it swings;
            Hark! hark! it rings.
    Joy to this town, be heard around!
    Peace unto all, the Bell's first sound!

TO THE RAINBOW.

TRIUMPHANT arch! that fill'st the sky
    When storms prepare to part,
I ask not proud philosophy
    To teach me what thou art:--

Still seem, as to my childhood's sight,
    A midway station given,
For happy spirits to alight
    Betwixt the earth and heaven.

Can all that optics teach unfold
    Thy form to please me so,
As when I dreamt of gems and gold
    Hid in thy radiant bow?

When science from creation's face
    Enchantment's veil withdraws,
What lovely visions yield their place
    To cold material laws!

And yet, fair bow! no fabling dreams,
    But words of the Most High,
Have told why first thy robe of beams
    Was woven in the sky.

When o'er the green undeluged earth
    Heaven's covenant thou did'st shine,
How came the world's grey fathers forth
    To watch thy sacred sign!

And when its yellow lustre smil'd
    O'er mountains yet untrod,
Each mother held aloft her child
    To bless the bow of God.

Methinks, thy jubilee to keep,
    The first-made anthem rang,
On earth deliver'd from the deep,
    And the first poet sang.

Nor ever shall the Muse's eye
    Unraptur'd greet thy beam:
Theme of primeval prophecy!
    Be still the poet's theme.

The earth to thee its incense yields,
    The lark thy welcome sings,
When glitt'ring in the freshen'd fields
    The snowy mushroom springs.

How glorious is thy girdle cast
    O'er mountain, tower, and town;
Or mirror'd in the ocean vast,
    A thousand fathoms down!

As fresh in yon horizon dark,
    As young thy beauties seem,
As when the eagle from the ark
    First sported in thy beam.

For faithful to its sacred page,
    Heaven still rebuilds thy span;
Nor lets the type grow pale with age,
    That first spoke peace to man.

THE LOT OF THOUSANDS.

WHEN hope lies dead within the heart,
    By secret sorrow long conceal'd,
We shrink lest looks or words impart
    What may not be reveal'd.

'Tis hard to smile when one could weep,
    To speak when one would silent be;
To wake when one would wish to sleep,
    And wake to agony.

Yet such the lot for thousands cast,
    Who wander in this world of care,
And bend beneath the bitter blast,
    To save them from despair.

But nature waits her sons to greet,
    Where disappointment cannot come;
And time leads with unerring feet,
    The weary wanderer home.

OH ! Pow'r Supreme, that fill'st the whole
    Of wide creation's boundless space!
The Life of life, the Soul of soul,
    Where shall we find thy dwelling-place?

Is it in ether's boundless plains,
    Where radiant suns unnumber'd rise,
To warm their planetary trains,
    And cheer with light far-distant skies?

Above, below, and all around,
    Existence rises at thy call,
And, wrapt in mystery profound,
    Thy works proclaim thee, Lord of all.

On this small speck, our parent earth,
    How bounteously thy gifts are spread!
Rich blessings here receive their birth
    From Intellect by Science led.

Exploring land, and air, and sea,
    Bringing far-distant objects nigh;
And in thy works adoring thee,
    Beneath thy own all-seeing eye.

ADDRESS
TO
THE EVENING PRIMROSE.

THE sun declines; his parting ray
Shall bear the cheerful light away,
    And on the landscape close:
Then will I seek the lonely vale,
Where sober ev'ning's primrose pale,
    To greet the night-star, blows.

Soft, melancholy bloom! to thee
I turn with conscious sympathy;
    Like thee, my hour is come:
When length'ning shadows slowly fade,
Till, lost in universal shade,
    They sink beneath the tomb.

By thee I'll sit, and inly muse
What are the charms in life we lose
    When time demands our breath:
Alas! the load of ling'ring age
Has little that can hope engage,
    Or point the shaft of death.

No! 'tis the pang alone to part
From those we love, that rends the heart;
    That agony to save
Some nameless pow'r in nature strives;
Our fading hope in death revives,
    And blossoms on the grave.

LINES,

WRITTEN IN LADY LONSDALE'S ALBUM, AT LOWTHER
CASTLE, OCT. 13. 1821.

    SOMETIMES in youthful years,
When in some ancient ruin I have stood,
Alone and musing, till with quiet tears
        I felt my cheeks bedew'd,
A melancholy thought hath made me grieve
For this our age, and humbled me in mind,
        That it should pass away and leave
        No monuments behind.

    Not for themselves alone
Our fathers lived; nor with a niggard hand
Raised they the fabrics of enduring stone,
        Which yet adorn the land:
Their piles, memorials of the mighty dead,
Survive them still, majestic in decay;
        But ours are like ourselves, I said,
        The creatures of a day.

    With other feelings now,
Lowther! have I beheld thy stately walls,
Thy pinnacles, and broad embattled brow,
        And hospitable halls.
The sun those wide spread battlements shall crest,
And silent years unharming shall go by,
        Till centuries in their course invest
        Thy towers with sanctity.

    But thou the while shalt bear,
To after times, an old and honour'd name,
And to remote posterity declare,
        Thy founder's virtuous fame.
Fair structure! worthy the triumphant age
Of glorious England's opulence and power,
        Peace be thy lasting heritage,
        And happiness thy dower!

SONNET.

NOT love, nor war, nor the tumultuous swell
Of civil conflicts, nor the wrecks of change,
And duty struggling with afflictions strange,
Not these alone inspire the tuneful shell;
But where untroubled peace and concord dwell,
There also is the muse not loth to range,
Watching the blue smoke of the elmy grange,
Skyward ascending from the twilight dell.
Meek aspirations please her lone endeavour,
And sage content and placid melancholy;
She loves to gaze upon a crystal river,
Diaphanous, because it travels slowly:
Soft is the music that would please for ever,
The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.

SONNET.

A VOLANT tribe of bards on earth are found,
Who, while the flatt'ring zephyrs round them play,
On "coignes of vantage" hang their nests of clay,
Work cunningly devis'd, and seeming sound;
But quickly from its airy hold unbound
By its own weight, or wash'd, or blown away
With silent imperceptible decay.
If man must build, admit him to thy ground,
O Truth!--to work within the eternal ring,
When the stars shine, or while day's purple eye
Is gently closing with the flowers of spring;
When even the motion of an angel's wing
Would interrupt the intense tranquillity
Of silent hills, and more than silent sky.

TO MRS. FRY,

HELP , Master, help!--we sink--our toil is vain--
We perish--help!--the faint disciples cried:
The Saviour rose and look'd upon the main,
And lo! the billows at his word subside.

But who is she, mid dungeons, chains, and cells?
(Not yet th' Almighty Master's wonders cease;)
Round her the storm of guilt and fury swells,
And in His name she speaks till all is peace.

ST. CECILIA.

AWAKE , thou lov'd strain! oh, again let me hear thee!
    Breathe o'er me again thy enchantment divine:
'Tis silence,--'tis night,--no intruder is near me,
    To mock what for kingdoms I would not resign.
Oh, pour o'er my heart all that soften'd emotion,
    No reason can know, and no language display;
Receive my still spirit's surrender'd devotion,
    And charm the dull sense of existence away.

Ye musings of tenderness, melt and deceive me!
    O pity and love! for your dreams I implore;
And Thou, who art love and art pity, receive me,
    Great Father of light! whom I sigh to adore.
Oh, welcome, ye forms in mild radiance descending,
    That whisper responsive, and smile as I gaze!
Before the far throne, lo, the seraphs are bending;
    I hear their hosannas of rapture and praise.

HOPE AND MEMORY.

NAY , sister, what hast thou to boast
    Of joy? a poor reciter thou,
Whose happiest thought is but the ghost
    Of some past pleasure vanish'd now.
When better things may not be found,
    By sad reflecting, weary men,
They on thy records look around,
    Their only friend, and only then.

Then on delight for ever fled
    They cast a melancholy view,
Where, as on pictures of the dead,
    The likeness makes the sorrow true.
But could'st thou from thy page efface
    What brings regret, remorse, or shame,
Nor all our wandering steps retrace,
    Then mortals might endure thy name.

MEMORY.

And what art thou, vain Hope? a cheat:
    For didst thou ever promise make,
That either time did not defeat
    Or some intruding evil break?
Or say that chance has prov'd thee true,
    The expected joy shall be thy own;
No sooner comes the good in view,
    But Hope herself is lost and gone.

Soon as the hop'd-for thing appears,
    That was with such delight pursued,
Another aspect then it wears,
    And is no more the fancied good.
So 'tis in dreams, men keenly chase
    A something lov'd, desir'd, caress'd;
They overtake, and then embrace
    That which they loathe, despise, detest.

True, sister, true! in every age
    Will men in thy delusions share;
And thou a lasting war wilt wage
    With Wisdom's joy and Reason's care.
Who comes to thee? the rash, the bold,
    The dreaming bard, the sighing youth:

For what? for fame, for love, for gold,
    And they receive thy tales for truth.

Emmas and Lauras at thy shrine
    Attend, and deem thy answers true,
And, calling Hope a power divine,
    Their Corydons and Damons view.
And girls at school, and boys at taw,
    Seduced by thy delusive skill,
Think life is love, and love is law,
    And they may choose just whom they will.

HOPE.

Say is not mine the early hold
    On man? whose heart I make my own
And, long e'er thy dull tale be told,
    I bear him forth to worlds unknown.
Before the mind can trust to thee,
    And slowly gain thy heavy store,
It travels far and wide with me,
    My worlds and wonders to explore.

Thou lend'st him help, to read, to spell,
    His progress slow, his efforts mean:
I take him in my realms to dwell,
    To win a throne, to wed a queen.

How could he bear the pedant's frown,
    That frights the sad bewilder'd boy,
Or hear such words as verb and noun,
    But for my tales of love and joy?

MEMORY.

True, to thy fairy world he goes,
    And there his terms he idly keeps,
Till Truth breaks in on his repose,
    And then for past neglect he weeps.
What, if we grant the heart is thine
    Of rash and unreflecting youth,
How is it in his life's decline,
    When truth is heard and only truth?

On me the quiet few rely,
    For Memory's store is certain gain;
For aid to thee the wretched fly,
    The poor resource of grief and pain.
My friends like lawful traders deal
    With just accounts, with real views;
But thine as losing gamesters feel,
    Who stake the more the more they lose.

HOPE.

And they are right, for thus employ'd
    They fall not to disease a prey;
Thus every moment is enjoy'd,
    And 'tis a cheerful game they play.
And tell me not they lose at last;
    Such loss is light, such care is vain,
For if they hope till life be past,
    What hours for care or grief remain.

You say the rash, the young, the bold,
    Are mine, and mine they are, 'tis true;
But, sister, art thou sure the old
    And grave are not my subjects too?

Struck by the palsy's powerful blow,
    By the hir'd hands of servants led,
Cold, tottering, impotent, and slow,
    Borne to the board, and to the bed,
Hear how the ancient trembler prays,
    Smit with the love of lingering here!
"Hold yet my thread, flow on my days,
    "Nor let the last sad morn appear!"

The sage physician feels my aid
    Most when he knows not what to do:
I whisper then, "Be not afraid,
    "For I inspire thy patient too."

MEMORY.

Vain of thy victories, thus misled
    Thy power I own; alas! I fear,
It is this syren song I dread
    Which wretches long and die to hear.
No ears are stopt, no limbs are bound,
    Impatient to thy coast they fly,
And soon as heard thy witching sound,
    They rest, they sleep, they dream, they die.

A poet once--the tribe are thine,
    But yet I would my counsel give,--
And said, " 'Tis naught! the work decline:
    "Thou once hast fail'd, this will not live."
Deeply he sighed, and thou wert by,
    To fan the half extinguish'd fire:
"Try once again," thou saidst, "oh! try,
"For now shall all the world admire."

HOPE.

And how, I pray, can this be wrong?
    The man has clear and certain gain;
For when the world condemns his song,
    He can condemn the world again.
Inspir'd by me, in strains sublime
    Shall many a gifted genius write,
For mine is that bewitching rhyme
    That shall the wondering world delight.

MEMORY.

Yes, thou hast numbers light and vain,
    And mayst, I grant, a poet boast;
I cannot show so large a train,
    But I have one, and he an host.

HOPE.

Still, I'm the nurse of young desire,
    The fairy promiser of bliss:
I am the good that all require
    In passing through a world like this.

MEMORY.

Say, rather, thou'rt the glow-worm light,
    That mocks us with a faint display
Of idle beams, that please the sight,
    But never serve to show the way.

HOPE.

Alas! but this will never end,
    'Tis like a grave old aunt's relation:
I would that reason might attend,
    And terminate our disputation.

REASON.

Obedient to your wish am I,
    And thus my sentiments disclose:
Together you must live and die,
    Together must be friends or foes.

For what is Hope, if Memory gives
    No aid, nor points her course aright?
She then a useless trifler lives,
    And spends her strength in idle flight.

And what from Memory's stores can rise
     That will for care and study pay?
Unless upon that store relies
     The Hope that heav'nward wings her way?

Be friends, and both to man be true;
    O'er all their better views preside;
For Memory greatest good will do
    As Hope's director, strength, and guide.

So shall ye both to mortals bring
    An equal good in Reason's scale;
And Hope her sweetest song shall sing,
    When Memory tells her noblest tale.

ELEGY

ON THE ABROGATION OF THE BIRTH-NIGHT BALL, AND
CONSEQUENT FINAL SUBVERSION OF THE MINUET.

BY A BEAU OF THE LAST CENTURY.

        NOW cease the exulting strain!
        And bid the warbling lyre complain.
Heave the soft sigh, and drop the tuneful tear,
And mingle notes far other than of mirth,
E'en with the song that greets the new-born year,
Or hails the day that gave a monarch birth.
That self-same sun, whose chariot wheels have roll'd,
Thro' many a circling year, with glorious toil,
Up to the axles in refulgent gold,
And gems, and silk, and crape, and flowers, and foil;
        That self-same sun no longer dares
        Bequeath his honours to his heirs,
        And bid the dancing hours supply,
As erst, with kindred pomp, his absence from the sky.

        For, ever at his lordly call
            Uprose the spangled night!
        Leading, in gorgeous splendour bright,
            The minuet and the ball.

            And balls each frolic hour may bring,
            That revels thro' the maddening spring,
        Shaking with hurried step the painted floor,
            But minuets are no more!

        No more the well-taught feet shall tread
        The figure of the mazy zed;
        The beau of other times shall mourn
        As gone, and never to return,
        The graceful bow, the curtsey low,
    The floating forms, that undulating glide,
    (Like anchor'd vessels on the swelling tide)
    That rise and sink, alternate, as they go,
    Now bent the knee, now lifted on the toe,
    The sidelong step that works its even way,
    The slow pas-grave, and slower balancé--
    Still with fix'd gaze he eyes the imagin'd fair,
    And turns the corner with an easy air.
    Not so his partner--from her 'tangled train
    To free her captive foot she strives in vain:
    Her 'tangled train the struggling captive holds
    (Like great Atrides) in its fatal folds:
    The laws of gallantry his aid demand,
    The laws of etiquette withhold his hand.
    Such pains, such pleasures, now alike are o'er,
And beaux and etiquette shall soon exist no more.

        In their stead, behold advancing,
        Modern men and women dancing!
        Step and dress alike express,
        Above, below, from head to toe,
        Male and female awkwardness.
        Without a hoop, without a ruffle,
        One eternal jig and shuffle;
        Where's the air, and where's the gait,
        Where's the feather in the hat?
        Where's the frizz'd toupee, and where,
        Oh, where's the powder for their hair?
        Where are all their former graces?
        And where three-quarters of their faces?
With half the forehead lost, and half the chin,
We know not where they end, or where begin.

        Mark the pair whom favouring fortune
            At the envy'd top shall place--
        Humbly they the rest importune
            To vouchsafe a little space.

        Not the graceful arm to wave in,
            Or the silken robe expand;
        All superfluous action saving,
            Idly drops the lifeless hand.

        Her down-cast eye, the modest beauty
            Sends, as doubtful of their skill,
        To see if feet perform their duty,
            And their endless task fulfil;
        Footing, footing, footing, footing,
        Footing, footing, footing still.

        While the rest, in hedge-row state,
            All insensible to sound,
        With more than human patience wait,
            Like trees fast rooted in the ground:

        Not such as once, with sprightly motion,
            To distant music stirr'd their stumps,
        And tript, from Pelion to the ocean,
            Performing avenues and clumps;

        What time old Jason's ship, the Argo,
            Orpheus fiddling at the helm,
        From Colchis bore her golden cargo,
            Dancing o'er the azure main.

        But why recur to ancient story,
            Or balls of modern date?
        Be mine to trace the minuet's fate,
            And weep its fallen glory:

To ask who rang the parting knell?
If Vestris came the solemn dirge to hear?
Genius of Valoüy, didst thou hover near?
Shade of Lepicq! and spirit of Gondel!

    I saw their angry forms arise,
    Where wreaths of smoke involve the skies,
        Above St. James's steeple:
    I heard them curse our heavy heel,
    The Irish step, the Highland reel,
        And all the United People.
To the dense air the curse, adhesive, clung,
Repeated since by many a modish tongue,
In words that may be said, but never shall be sung.*
* "Go to the d--l and shake yourself,"--the name of a favorite country dance.

What cause untimely urged the minuet's fate?
Did war subvert the manners of the state?
Did savage nations give the barbarous law,
The Gaul Cisalpine, or the Gonoquaw?
Its fall was destined to a peaceful land,
A sportive pencil, and a courtly hand;
They left a name that time itself might spare
To grinding organs and the dancing bear.

        On Avon's banks, where sport and laugh
            Careless pleasure's sons and daughters,
        Where health the sick and aged quaff,
            From good king Bladud's healing waters;
    While Genius sketched, and Humour grouped,
    Then it sickened, then it drooped,
Saddened with laughter, wasted with a sneer,
And the long minuet shortened its career.
With cadence slow, and solemn pace,
Th' indignant mourner quits the place,
For ever quits--no more to roam
From proud Augusta's regal dome.
Ah! not unhappy who securely rest
Within the sacred precincts of a court;
Who then their timid steps shall dare arrest?
White wands shall guide them and gold sticks support.

In vain--these eyes, with tears of horror wet,
Read its death-warrant in the Court Gazette.
"No ball to-night," Lord Chamberlain proclaims,
"No ball to-night shall grace thy roof, St. James!"
"No ball!" the Globe, the Sun, the Stars repeat,
The morning paper, and the evening sheet:
Thro' all the land the tragic news has spread,
And all the land has mourn'd the minuet dead.
So, power completes, but satire sketch'd the plan,
And Cecil ends what Bunbury began.

A RIDDLE.

'TWAS in heaven pronounced, and 'twas muttered in hell,
And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell:
On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest,
And the depths of the ocean its presence confest;
'Twill be found in the sphere when 'tis riven asunder,
Be seen in the lightning, and heard in the thunder.
'Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath,
Attends at his birth, and awaits him in death,
Presides o'er his happiness, honor, and health,
Is the prop of his house, and the end of his wealth.
In the heaps of the miser 'tis hoarded with care,
But is sure to be lost on his prodigal heir.
It begins every hope, every wish it must bound,
With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crown'd.
Without it the soldier, the seaman may roam,
But wo to the wretch who expels it from home!
In the whispers of conscience its voice will be found,
Nor e'en in the whirlwind of passion be drown'd.
'Twill not soften the heart; but though deaf be the ear,
It will make it acutely and instantly hear.
Yet in shade let it rest like a delicate flower,
Ah breathe on it softly--it dies in an hour.

A RIDDLE.

INSCRIB'D on many a learned page,
In mystic characters and sage,
        Long time my first has stood;
And though its golden age be past,
In wooden walls it yet may last,
        Till cloth'd with flesh and blood.

My second is a glorious prize
For all who love their wondering eyes
        With curious sights to pamper;
But 'tis a sight--which should they meet
All' improviso in the street,
        Ye gods! how they would scamper!

My tout' s a sort of wandering throne,
To woman limited alone,
        The Salique law reversing;
But while th' imaginary queen
Prepares to act this novel scene,
        Her royal part rehearsing,
O'erturning her presumptuous plan,
Up climbs the old usurper--man,
And she jogs after as she can.

THE CLEARING SHOWER.

THE rising moon look'd clear and mild,
    In chasten'd tints of glowing eve,
And bright the early morning smil'd;
    It flatter'd only to deceive!
The clouds a closer tapestry weave,
    Still thickening towards the noon-tide hour;
One chance remains for hope to give,
    O may it be the clearing shower!
No:--fast the pattering rain-drops fall,
    On swelling Avon's troubled tide;
To reach ere night their much-lov'd hall,
    Swift must the homeward travellers ride.
To horse! if well or ill betide,
    If skies and fortune shine or lower,
The hearts that fate could ne'er divide,
    Shall not be sever'd by a shower.

But here how chang'd the lovely scene,
    No more the laughing corn-fields wave;
Driven from their haunts of sunny green,
    The woodland's truant children save
Their shuddering forms in hollow cave.
    The broad oaks which, in happier hour,
Cool shade or friendly shelter gave,
    Dash from their roof a second shower.
This pelting storm may be the last;
    Ah no! that clown who reads the sky,
Shrinks from the hollow threat'ning blast,
    And raising a distrustful eye,
Yields not one cheering prophecy.
    New signs of ill approach unheeded,
That heavy cloud has travell'd by;
    But oh! another has succeeded!
See where beneath yon crowded shed,
    The melancholy reapers stand,
With folded arms and silent dread,
    A sickle in each idle hand.
Pity, kind Heaven! the suffering band,
    Chase froward nature's frowns away,
Bid active labour bless the land,
    And hail we this--the clearing day.

Our home once gain'd, though nature lowers,
    Swoln to dark floods the silver streams,
And noxious blasts and barbarous showers,
    Banish all soft poetic themes;
With the brisk fire's benignant gleams,
    With kind salutes and warm embraces,
That sunshine shall be ours which beams
    From loving hearts and happy faces.

        'TIS sweet the gifts surveying
            Of friends in absence dear,
        Tis sweet the sonnets playing,
            Which they have lov'd to hear;
        To trace the known resemblance,
            And gaze on every part,
        Each token of remembrance
            Restores them to the heart.

        The magic of affection
            Shall trace her sacred ring,
        And charm away dejection,
            And Hope's enchantment bring;
        Revive, in foulest weather,
            The calm domestic scene,
        And bring old friends together,
            Though oceans roar between.

SONNET.

WHEN last we parted, thou wert young and fair,
    How beautiful let fond remembrance say!
    Alas! since then, old time has stol'n away
Full thirty years, leaving my temples bare.--
So has it perish'd like a thing of air,
    The dream of love and youth!--now both are grey,
    Yet still remembering that delightful day,
Tho' time with his cold touch has blanch'd my hair,
Tho' I have suffer'd many years of pain,
    Since then; tho' I did never think to live
To hear that voice or see those eyes again,
    I can a sad, but cordial greeting give,
And for thy welfare breathe as warm a pray'r,
    --As when I lov'd thee young and fair!

ON THE KING'S ILLNESS.

REST , rest, afflicted spirit, quickly pass
Thy hour of bitter suffering! Rest awaits thee,
There, where, the load of weary life laid down,
The peasant and the king repose together:
There peaceful sleep, thy quiet grave bedew'd
With tears of those who lov'd thee.--Not for thee,
In the dark chambers of the nether world,
Shall spectre kings rise from their burning thrones
And point the vacant seat, and scoffing say,
Art thou become like us? Oh not for thee;
For thou hadst human feelings, and hast liv'd
A man with men; and kindly charities,
Even such as warm the cottage hearth, were thine.
And therefore falls the tear from eyes not used
To gaze on kings with admiration fond.
And thou hast knelt at meek religion's shrine
With no mock homage, and hast own'd her rights
Sacred in every breast; and therefore rise,
Affectionate, for thee, the orisons
And mingled prayers, alike from vaulted domes,

Whence the loud organ peals, and raftered roofs
Of humbler worship.--Still remembering this,
A nation's pity and a nation's love
Linger beside thy couch, in this the day
Of thy sad visitation, veiling faults
Of erring judgment, and not will perverse.
Yet, oh that thou hadst clos'd the wounds of war!
That had been praise to suit a higher strain.
Farewell the years roll'd down the gulf of time!
Thy name has chronicled a long bright page
Of England's story, and perhaps the babe
Who opens, as thou closest thine, his eyes
On this eventful world, when aged grown,
Musing on times gone by, shall sigh and say,
Shaking his thin grey hairs, whiten'd with grief,
Our fathers' days were happy. Fare thee well!
My thread of life has even run with thine
For many a lustre, and thy closing day
I contemplate, not mindless of my own,
Nor to its call reluctant.

TO MRS.----,

ON RETURNING A FINE HYACINTH PLANT AFTER THE
BLOOM WAS OVER.

EVEN as a cherish'd daughter leaves her home
Blushing and breathing sweets; her home, where, nurs'd
With fond attendance every morn and eve,
She grew and flourish'd, and put forth her charms
In virgin purity; and to that home
From the polluted commerce of the world,
Returns with faded charms, forlorn and sad,
And soil'd and drooping locks--in such sad plight
Send I your nurseling; breathing now no more
Ambrosial sweets, nor lifting her proud stem,
Rich with enamell'd flowers, to meet the gaze
Of raptur'd florist, but return'd to lie
Low in the earth; yet, when the genial Spring
With new impulses thrills the swelling veins,
The plant may bloom again--not so the maid.

TO THE LARK.

MOUNT , child of Morning, mount and sing,
And gaily beat thy fluttering wing,
    And sound thy shrill alarms:
Bath'd in the fountains of the dew
Thy sense is keen, thy joys are new;
The wide world opens to thy view,
    And spreads its earliest charms.

Far shower'd around, the hill, the plain
Catch the glad impulse of thy strain,
    And fling their veil aside;
While warm with hope and rapturous joy
Thy thrilling lay rings cheerily,
Love swells its notes, and liberty,
    And youth's exulting pride.

Thy little bosom knows no ill,
No gloomy thought, no wayward will:
    'Tis sunshine all, and ease.
Like thy own plumes along the sky,
Thy tranquil days glide smoothly by;
No track behind them as they fly
    Proclaims departed peace.

'Twas thus my earliest hopes aspired,
'Twas thus, with youthful ardour fired,
    I vainly thought to soar:
To snatch from fate the dazzling prize,
Beyond the beam of vulgar eyes.--
--Alas! th' unbidden sigh will rise.
    Those days shall dawn no more!

How glorious rose life's morning star!
In bright procession round her car,
    How danced the heavenly train!
Truth beckon'd from her radiant throne,
And Fame held high her starry crown,
While Hope and Love look'd smiling down,
    Nor bade my toils be vain.

Too soon the fond illusion past;--
Too gay, too bright, too pure to last,
    It melted from my gaze.
And, narrowing with each coming year,
Life's onward path grew dark and drear,
While pride forbade the starting tear
    Would fall o'er happier days.

Still o'er my soul, though changed and dead,
One lingering, doubtful beam is shed;
    One ray not yet withdrawn;
And still that twilight soft and dear,
That tells of friends and former cheer,
Half makes me fain to linger here,--
    Half hope a second dawn.

Sing on! sing on! What heart so cold,
When such a tale of joy is told,
    But needs must sympathize!
As from some cherub of the sky
I hail thy morning melody.--
--Oh! could I mount with thee on high
    And share thy ecstasies!

SONG.

THE features speak the warmest heart,
    But not for me its ardour glows;
In that soft blush I have no part,
    That mingles with her bosom's snows.

In that dear drop I have no share,
    That trembles in her melting eye;
Nor is my love the tender care
    That bids her heave that anxious sigh.

Not fancy's happiest hours create
    Visions of rapture as divine,
As the dear bliss that must await
    The man, whose soul is knit to thine.

But oh! farewell this treach'rous theme,
    Which, tho' 'tis misery to forego,
Yields but of joy one soothing dream,
    That grief like mine thou ne'er shalt know.

STANZAS,

SUGGESTED BY A CANZONE OF PETRARCH.

                 Amor se vuvi ch'i torni al giogo antico.
--P.2. C.2.

AWAY , proud boy, away! thou canst not harm;
    Seize not thy unstrung bow, nor aim thv dart,
Void is thy quiver, nerveless is thine arm,
    Vanish'd thy cruel empire o'er my heart:
        No more a mighty god
        Art thou, whose sov'reign nod
    To worlds can woes and terrors wild impart;
No more I bend and weep before thy throne,
And sigh my soul away, unheeded and alone.

Hence, tyrant urchin, hence! and humbly lay
    At the cold foot of death thy broken bow;
Death's iron hand has borne thy torch away,
    Death! mightier Death! proud victor, binds thee low.
        A feeble child thou art,
        And aim'st a pointless dart.
    Arm'd by despair, my bosom dares the blow!--
Thy baby archery I laugh to scorn--
Away! and leave me here, my liberty to mourn.

Or, if once more thou wouldst me of thy train,
    Seek thou my treasure in the earth laid low;
And if it be that thy unbounded reign
    O'er Heaven extends, and o'er th' abyss below,
        Burst thou the sacred tomb,
        That clasp'd in early bloom
    The form to which alone my soul could bow!
Wrest thou from death the prize he bore away,
And in her charms resume thy universal sway.

Hang on that brow the same sad pensive weight,
    Then wake the smile that might awake the dead,
Bright as the glittering beam of orient light
    Breaks o'er a weeping sky when storms are fled!
        And breathe those sounds again,
        Thrilling thro' every vein,
    Sounds that to thoughts of Heaven the fancy led,
While the rapt soul hung fondly on each note,
Which on the ear, when past, long sweetly seem'd to float.

And those luxuriant locks with art controll'd,
    In glossy braids around her temples bind,
Now in an envious net of twisted gold
    Be all their waving glories close confin'd;

        Now loose from every band,
        With sly and sportive hand
    Toss them in ringlets on the wanton wind,
Then bind me, gazing, to thy car again,
And I will kiss my bonds, and hug once more my chain.

A VOLUNTEER SONG.

WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1803, BUT NEVER BEFORE PRINTED.

    YE , who Britain's soldiers be,
    Freemen, children of the free,
    Who freely come at danger's call
    From shop and palace, cot and hall,
And brace ye bravely up in warlike geer
For all that ye hold dear!

    Blest in your hands be sword and spear!
    There is no banded Briton here
    On whom some fond mate hath not smil'd,
    Or hung in love some lisping child;
Or aged parent, grasping his last stay
With locks of honour'd grey.

    Such men behold with steady pride
    The threaten'd tempest gath'ring wide,
    And list, with onward forms inclin'd,
    To sound of foemen on the wind,
And bravely act, 'mid the wild battle's roar,
In scenes untried before.

    Let vet'rans boast, as well they may,
    Nerves steel'd in many a bloody day;
    The gen'rous heart, who takes his stand
    Upon his free and native land,
Doth with the first sound of the hostile drum
A fearless man become.

    Come then, ye hosts that madly pour
    From wave-toss'd floats upon our shore!
    If fell or gentle, false or true,
    Let those enquire who wish to sue:
Nor fiend nor hero from a foreign strand
Shall lord it in our land.

    Come then, ye hosts that madly pour
    From wave-toss'd floats upon our shore!
    An adverse wind or breezeless main,
    Lock'd in their ports our tars detain,
To waste their wistful spirits, vainly keen,
Else here ye had not been.

    Yet, ne'ertheless, in strong array,
    Prepare ye for a well-fought day.
    Let banners wave, and trumpets sound,
    And closing cohorts darken round,
And the fierce onset raise its mingled roar,
New sound on England's shore!

    Freemen, children of the free,
    Are brave alike on land or sea; *
    And every rood of British ground,
    On which a hostile glave is found,
Proves, under their firm tread and vig'rous stroke,
A deck of royal oak.
* It was then frequently said, that our seamen excelled our soldiers.

THE FOUNTAIN. *