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Of springing Hope revived them. In those hours Mark'd I the starting tear, by manly pride

Dispersed or ere it fell; the quivering lip

And the clear conscience which rebuked thy nerves,
Steadying them quickly. Now the hour is come,
Ample of recompence; th' illustrious house
That nursed thy youth to virtue, and that gave,
Resign'd thee rather to more arduous trust,
Opes wide its sheltering gates, and reinstates
Him whom it deems incapable of fraud,
Or scarce less guilty negligence; since years
Of faithfulness unswerving, had inspired
Such confidence, as no delusive breath,
Calumniating through interest, could destroy.

Well knows thy generous young lord, that he, Whom his loved father, wise and good, had train'd, Trusted, and never found that trust betray'd, Could not at once apostatize, and rush On vices unhabitual, that must wrong His noble patron, while they madly risk'd Destruction to his own well-founded hopes.

And that young lord, heir of his father's spirit, He is the day-spring which succeeds the storm That shook his forest-tree; his are the dews In whose kind balm its lately drooping leaves Smile on the sun!—And he is haply serv'd

By one of proved fidelity, whose heart
No sting of envy feels, no jealous fears
Illiberal; but who welcomes thy return
With all a brother's gladness. Upright men
Act ever thus, and love congenial worth.

That strain was gratulant; yet, ah! the thought
Is ever grievous, that his lord and thine,

In youth's high noon, and in the rising hours
Of life and fame, droops heart-struck o'er the tomb;
Turns the impassion'd, recollecting eye,

On a crush'd rose, and its soon-perish'd bud!

Lamented fate! that he should inly pine

In double deprivation; often steal

Beneath the shadowy languish of the moon,
Mourning his blasted hopes; a loved, lost wife,
Fair as the spring when May's pellucid morns
Crimson the orient; while no sparkling stream,
Fresh from the rock, in those soft hours of prime,
Was purer than her mind. She died !—yet still
All was not lost!-An infant pledge of love,
Sweet transcript of her mother's charms, a while
Smiled consolation!-but O! second pang
Scarcely less keen, when to the recent grave
Of his soul's treasure, he resign'd her child!

1. 1. One of proved fidelity-The head e ward at B

Yet, surely happiness is still in store

For B's virtue, thus severely tried,

When time has balm'd his wounds! in store for him

Who loses not in grief's funereal gloom,

The care of others' welfare!-O! for him
May that coy flower of life blossom again,
Twined with no spray ill-omen'd!-So desires
Her heart, which oft has ponder'd and deplored
The lurking cypress in his bridal wreath.

Servant obliged, deserve his guardian love, Who, with a youthful Daniel's judgement weighs A charge improbable; who clears thy fame, Who gives thee back to fair prosperity And gratitude's superior bliss!-Be thine To serve him long and truly! To that end Oft pour thy secret soul to Heaven in prayer, Whose aiding grace, never implored in vain, When ask'd sincerely, shall direct thy ways; Shine on the zenith of thy life; illume Waning existence, and shall pour its light Into the dreary chambers of the grave; Confine of boundless bliss, or utter woe, As faith and virtue, or as scorn and sin Refine, or stain our being. Faithful thou First to thy God, from him receive the power Well to discharge thy debt to human worth.

ΤΟ

ROBERT HARPER, ESQ.

SENT TO HIM THE NIGHT BEFORE HE TOOK HIS

BRIDE TO THEIR HOUSE IN LONDON.

THIS evening's shade no mirth, no joy beguiles, Beneath that roof, fair Catherine's home so long; Grief, ill conceal'd, in forced and transient smiles, Sits on each heart, and falters on each tongue.

Yes, Harper, e'en on thine ;-since, if thy brow
From Nature's hand its candid traits obtain❜d,
Thou hast an heart to feel for all who know,
And love and lose the treasure thou hast gain'd.

Long on your mutual fate, that

every star

Propitious to the weal of life may shine,

Still shall my soul implore, when distant far

From her, whose hand, and vows, and heart are

thine,

Oft as her form shall to my memory rise,

And wake, with kindest wishes, selfish sighs.

BALLAD

IN THE

ANCIENT SCOTCH DIALECT,

AULD WILLIE'S FAREWELL,

A Free-Booter, taken in a Border Battle, and condemned to be Executed. *

FAREWEEL my ingle, bleezing bright

When the snell storm's begun ;
My bouris casements aw sae light,
When glints the bonnie sun!

In those days of continual civil war amongst the separate clans, each party hanged their prisoners. This Ballad was sent to Mr Scott, editor of The BORDER MINSTRELSY, who inserted it in the third volume of that popular work. In his letter to the author, he observed, that the stoutest antiquarian in Scotland could not, after perusing AULD WILLIE'S FAREWELL, suspect that the writer had the misfortune to have been born south of the Tweed.

1. 1. Ingle-Hearth.

1.2. Snell-Bitter.

1.3. Bouris-Chamber.

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