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FOR THE MONUMENT OF THE REV. GEORGE SCOTT

George Scott was the son of Hugh Scott of Harden. He died at Kentisbeare, in Devonshire, where he was rector of the church, in 1830. The verses are on his tomb.

To youth, to age, alike, this tablet pale
Tells the brief moral of its tragic tale.
Art thou a parent? Reverence this bier,
The parents' fondest hopes lie buried here.
Art thou a youth, prepared on life to start,
With opening talents and a generous heart;
Fair hopes and flattering prospects all thine

own?

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WHEN the tempest 's at the loudest
On its gale the eagle rides;
When the ocean rolls the proudest
Through the foam the sea-bird glides —
All the rage of wind and sea
Is subdued by constancy.

Gnawing want and sickness pining,
All the ills that men endure,
Each their various pangs combining,
Constancy can find a cure
Pain and Fear and Poverty
Are subdued by constancy.

Bar me from each wonted pleasure,
Make me abject, mean, and poor,
Heap on insults without measure,
Chain me to a dungeon floor-
I'll be happy, rich, and free,
If endowed with constancy.

V

BONNY DUNDEE

AIR- The Bonnets of Bonny Dundee'

To the Lords of Convention 't was Clav. er'se who spoke,

'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke;

So let each Cavalier who loves honor and me,

Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee Come fill up my cup, come fill up my

can,

Come saddle your horses and call up

your men;

Come open the West Port and let me gang free,

And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee !'

Dundee he is mounted, he rides up the

street,

The bells are rung backward, the drums they are beat;

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a clever piece of handiwork, and Sir Walter felt at first great relief from the use of it: inasmuch that his spirits rose to quite the old pitch, and his letter to me upon the occasion overflows with merry applications of sundry maxims and verses about Fortune. "Fortes Fortuna adjuvat " — he says sing I!" Lockhart, Chapter lxxix. The first stanza is an old Elizabethan song. The second, Scott's palinode, appears to be his last effort in verse. The incident was in February, 1831.

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- never more

FORTUNE, my Foe, why dost thou frown

on me ?

And will my Fortune never better be?

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