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 Then the hermit wept and praised God and cried: "High King, I praise Thy Name, for that Thou hast let me live so long as to give aid to these!"

And he gave them wise counsel, and took ink, and wrote a little writ offering the King what Tristan said.

That night Tristan took the road. Once more he saw the marble well and the tall pine-tree, and he came beneath the window where the King slept, and called him gently, and Mark awoke and whispered:

"Who are you that call me in the night at such an hour?"

"Lord, I am Tristan: I bring you a writ, and lay it here."

Then the King cried: "Nephew! nephew! for God's sake wait awhile," but Tristan had fled and joined his squire, and mounted rapidly. Gorvenal said to him:


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 "O, Tristan, you are mad to have come. Fly hard with me by the nearest road."

So they came back to the Hermitage, and there they found Ogrin at prayer, but Iseult weeping silently.

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ARK had awakened his chaplain and had given him the writ to read; the chaplain broke the seal, saluted in Tristan's name, and then, when he had cunningly made out the written words, told him what Tristan offered; and Mark heard without saying a word, but his heart was glad, for he still loved the Queen.

He summoned by name the choicest of his baronage, and when they were all assembled they were silent and the King spoke:

"My lords, here is a writ, just sent me. I am your King, and you my lieges. Hear what is offered me, and then counsel me, for you owe me counsel."


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 The chaplain rose, unfolded the writ, and said, upstanding:

"My lords, it is Tristan that first sends love and homage to the King and all his Barony, and he adds, 'O King, when I slew the dragon and conquered the King of Ireland's daughter it was to me they gave her. I was to ward her at will and I yielded her to you. Yet hardly had you wed her when felons made you accept their lies, and in your anger, fair uncle, my lord, you would have had us burnt without trial. But God took compassion on us; we prayed him and he saved the Queen, as justice was: and me also—though I leapt from a high rock, I was saved by the power of God. And since then what have I done blameworthy? The Queen was thrown to the lepers; I came to her succour and bore her away. Could I have done less for a woman, who all but died innocent through me? I fled


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 through the woods. Nor could I have come down into the vale and yielded her, for there was a ban to take us dead or alive. But now, as then, I am ready, my lord, to sustain in arms against all comers that never had the Queen for me, nor I for her, a love dishonourable to you. Publish the lists, and if I cannot prove my right in arms, burn me before your men. But if I conquer and you take back Iseult, no baron of yours will serve you as will I; and if you will not have me, I will offer myself to the King of Galloway, or to him of the Lowlands, and you will hear of me never again. Take counsel, King, for if you will make no terms I will take back Iseult to Ireland, and she shall be Queen in her own land.

When the barons of Cornwall heard how Tristan offered battle, they said to the King:

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 But as for Tristan, let him go and war it in Galloway, or in the Lowlands. Bid him bring back Iseult on such a day and that soon."

Then the King called thrice clearly:

"Will any man rise in accusation against Tristan?"

And as none replied, he said to his chaplain:

"Write me a writ in haste. You have heard what you shall write. Iseult has suffered enough in her youth. And let the writ be hung upon the arm of the red cross before evening. Write speedily."

Towards midnight Tristan crossed the Heath of Sand, and found the writ, and bore it sealed to Ogrin; and the hermit read the letter; "How Mark consented by the counsel of his barons to take back Iseult, but not to keep Tristan for his liege. Rather let him cross the sea, when, on the third day hence, at the


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 Ford of Chances, he had given back the Queen into King Mark's hands." Then Tristan said to the Queen:

"O, my God! I must lose you, friend! But it must be, since I can thus spare you what you suffer for my sake. But when we part for ever I will give you a pledge of mine to keep, and from whatever unknown land I reach I will send some messenger, and he will bring back word of you, and at your call I will come from far away."

Iseult said, sighing:

"Tristan, leave me your dog, Toothold, and every time I see him I will remember you, and will be less sad. And, friend, I have here a ring of green jasper. Take it for the love of me, and put it on your finger; then if anyone come saying he is from you, I will not trust him at all till he show me this ring, but once I have seen it, there is no power or royal ban that can prevent me


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 from doing what you bid—wisdom or folly."

"Friend," he said, "here give I you Toothold."

"Friend," she replied, "take you this ring in reward."

And they kissed each other on the lips.

Now Ogrin, having left the lovers in the Hermitage, hobbled upon his crutch to the place called The Mount, and he bought ermine there and fur and cloth of silk and purple and scarlet, and a palfrey harnessed in gold that went softly, and the folk laughed to see him spending upon these the small moneys he had amassed so long; but the old man put the rich stuffs upon the palfrey and came back to Iseult.

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 Meanwhile the King had had cried through Cornwall the news that on the third day he would make his peace with the Queen at the Ford, and knights and ladies came in a crowd to the gathering, for all loved the Queen and would see her, save the three felons that yet survived.

On the day chosen for the meeting, the field shone far with the rich tents of the barons, and suddenly Tristan and Iseult came out at the forest's edge, and caught sight of King Mark far off among his Barony:

"Friend," said Tristan, "there is the King, your lord—his knights and his men; they are coming towards us, and very soon we may not speak to each other again. By the God of Power I conjure you, if ever I send you a word, do you my bidding."

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 stronghold will let me from doing the will of my friend."

"Why then," he said, "Iseult, may God reward you."

Their horses went abreast and he drew her towards him with his arm.

"Friend," said Iseult, "hear my last prayer: you will leave this land, but wait some days; hide till you know how the King may treat me, whether in wrath or kindness, for I am afraid. Friend, Orri the woodman will entertain you hidden. Go you by night to the abandoned cellar that you know and I will send Perinis there to say if anyone misuse me."

"Friend, none would dare. I will stay hidden with Orri, and if any misuse you let him fear me as the Enemy himself."

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 of Lidan; and when the barons had come up, Tristan, holding Iseult's palfrey by the bridle, bowed to the King and said:

"O King, I yield you here Iseult the Fair, and I summon you, before the men of your land, that I may defend myself in your court, for I have had no judgment. Let me have trial at arms, and if I am conquered, burn me, but if I conquer, keep me by you, or, if you will not, I will be off to some far country."

But no one took up Tristan's wager, and the King, taking Iseult's palfrey by the bridle, gave it to Dinas, and went apart to take counsel.

Dinas, in his joy, gave all honour and courtesy to the Queen, but when the felons saw her so fair and honoured as of old, they were stirred and rode to the King, and said:

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 she and Tristan re-enter your court together, rumour will revive again. Rather let Tristan go apart awhile. Doubtless some day you may recall him."

And so Mark did, and ordered Tristan by his barons to go off without delay.

Then Tristan came near the Queen for his farewell, and as they looked at one another the Queen in shame of that assembly blushed, but the King pitied her, and spoke his nephew thus for the first time:

"You cannot leave in these rags; take then from my treasury gold and silver and white fur and grey, as much as you will."

"King," said Tristan, "neither a penny nor a link of mail. I will go as I can, and serve with high heart the mighty King in the Lowlands."

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 with her eyes, and so long as he could yet be seen a long way off she did not turn.

Now at the news of the peace, men, women, and children, great and small, ran out of the town in a crowd to meet Iseult, and while they mourned Tristan's exile they rejoiced at the Queen's return.

And to the noise of bells, and over pavings strewn with branches, the King and his counts and princes made her escort, and the gates of the palace were thrown open that rich and poor might enter and eat and drink at will.

And Mark freed a hundred of his slaves, and armed a score of squires that day with hauberk and with sword.

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40 better appreciated certain tales in this collection that inevitably recalled him. Still, the whole is pleasant enough. I wish I could say also that I liked the illustrations, but, with exceptions, these seemed to me both ugle and pretentious. The best exception was one of the old stork, a delightful piece of colour for the sake of which I can almost forget some of the others.

Miss Author:Sarah Macnaughtan always writes very chamingly and with plenty of humour, and in dedicating A Green Englishman to "My Canadian friends" she must, I think, be too unconscious of her powers, for this collection of stories is far from being a valuable endorsement of the flowery praises of the emigration bureaux. Very little hope is held out to the young man of good family who is a gentleman and something of a sportsman, and proposes to pick up gold on the pavements or the prairies of the WEst. I do not mean that the writer is ungenerous either to the Dominion or to its people, but she takes no pains to conceal the terror that lives with the beauty of its vast spaces, and she does not represent the struggle to "make good" as altogether a lovely thing. Perhaps the most ambitious of these sketches, certainly the one which confirms most nearly to the "short story" model, describes the fate of a clergyman's daughter who pays a visit to Macredie, "somewhere on the C. P. R. line," and marries a farmer and land-speculator, chiefly because this is her last chance of marrying at all. The horror of the silence and the snow, when her husband leaves her to face a Canadian winter alone, because he has business in England, eventually drives her mad; and though most of the stories are in a lighter vein than this, and there is plenty of the humorous sentiment in which Miss excels, the moral that I draw from the book as a whole is, "Visit Canada by all means, but, unless you are a Scotchman of the very doggedest type, don't stay there."

The hiding of lights under bushels may be all very well in private life, but is misplaced in the book-publishing business. I thoroughly disapprove of the title and the outside cover of the Hon. Mrs. 's latest collection of leisurely essays, Joking Apart. The one suggests a heart-to-heart talk on the things that matter or else an outburst of boisterous farce, while the other is merely dismal The two together are enough to put the public off a really good thing. Mrs. treats of the domestic and social side of feminine life in that peculiar vein of humour which is neither joking nor yet joking apart; her writing reminds me of those least-to-be-forgotten evenings of my life when I have been lucky enough to listen for hours to a real pucker conversationalist in the best of spirits and at the top of his form. The words that passed are forgotten; it is even difficult to remember what all the talk was about; but the recollection remains of having heard the truth of things for once, neither laughed at nor wept over, but very brightly revealed. Of twenty excellent chapters I much prefer the one about woman's sphere in electioneering; as to the thumb-nail illustrations in the margin, they show bad draughtsmanship, but some are delightfully apt.

Mr. Author:Lincoln Colcord, writer of short stories of the sea, republished under title The Game of Life and Death, has taken no pains to conceal his admirable model. There surely never was, outside conscious parody, so conspicuously derivative a method of handling similar types and subjects. It was a bold thing to do. He has not 's fastidious sense of words, nor his masterly suggestion of atmosphere, so much more felt than actually expressed, nor his patient sure unravelling of motives; and in "The Voice of the Dead" he commits a piece of shocking bad Wardour Street, of which by no conceivable lapse could his master have been guilty. But there is a whiff of the sea in his work; his types, if cruder, have life, and he often contrives some ingenious turn in the situation which gives the story interest. The Game of Life and Death—which ends in a hand of poker played between Chinese merchants and pirates, with two lives and much money and gear for stake—is a good yarn, though it leans on the inartistic unlikelihood of a royal capping a straight flush—which is piling it on too thick. The tale of "The Moths" that haunted a man who took them for the souls of wronged women provides a sufficient thrill. "De Long" is just the kind of story of the crooked cosmopolitan ship-chandler that would write, indeed has written. Nichols, the narrator of this and others, is made after the model of his reflective skippers. And here is challenge gets too near for Mr. 's chances. Still the yarns go well with a seasoned pipe; and that is no mean recommendation.

The Honourable Percival may at least claim to have established a record in one respect. I think I never met a full-sized novel with a more slender plot. The Honourable Percival Hascombe, on a pleasure tour in the Pacific, met Miss Roverta Boynton, and fell in love with her. This, I give you my word, is all there is of it. But, if you think that so slight a thread will be insufficient to hold your interest, you reckon without the cunning of Author:Alice Hegan Rice, who has spun it. There are those of us who worship Mrs. Wings of the Cabbage Patch. There are also those who don't. But while regretfully classing myself among the benighted to whom this Best Seller appealed in vain, I hasten to add that I have nothing but gratitude for The Honourable Percival. This record of a shipboard romance is done with the dantiest art, delicate, tender, humorous, and not (as is the fault with so many American romances) oversweetened. The development of Percival from a priggish misanthrope to a man and a lover is beautifully told. Also a great part of the charm of the tale lies in its setting, a series of cinemascopic views of the ports touched at by the S. S. Saluria, so vividly portrayed that you will close the book with quite the feeling of the returned traveller. One small but poignant surprise the ending has in store, which I will not spoil by anticipation.

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ENOALEN, Andret, and Gondoin held themselves safe; Tristan was far over sea, far away in service of a distant king, and they beyond his power. Therefore, during a hunt one day, as the King rode apart in a glade where the pack would pass, and hearkening to the hounds, they all three rode towards him, and said:

"O King, we have somewhat to say. Once you condemned the Queen without judgment, and that was wrong; now you acquit her without judgment, and that is wrong. She is not quit by trial, and the barons of your land blame you both. Counsel her, then, to claim the ordeal in God's judgment, for since she


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 is innocent, she may swear on the relics of the saints and hot iron will not hurt her. For so custom runs, and in this easy way are doubts dissolved."

But Mark answered:

"God strike you, my Cornish lords, how you hunt my shame! For you have I exiled my nephew, and now what would you now? Would you have me drive the Queen to Ireland too? What novel plaints have you to plead? Did not Tristan offer you battle in this matter? He offered battle to clear the Queen forever: he offered and you heard him all. Where then were your lances and your shields?"

"Sire," they said, "we have counselled you loyal counsel as lieges and to your honour; henceforward we hold our peace. Put aside your anger and give us your safe-guard."

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 "Out of my land, and out of my peace, all of you! Tristan I exiled for you, and now go you in turn, out of my land!"

But they answered:

"Sire, it is well. Our keeps are strong and fenced, and stand on rocks not easy for men to climb."

And they rode off without a salutation.

But the King (not tarrying for huntsman or for hound but straight away) spurred his horse to Tintagel; and as he sprang up the stairs the Queen heard the jangle of his spurs upon the stones.

She rose to meet him and took his sword as she was wont, and bowed before him, as it was also her wont to do; but Mark raised her, holding her hands; and when Iseult looked up she saw his noble face in just that wrath she had seen before the faggot fire.

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 and her heart grew cold, and without a word she fell at the King's feet.

He took her in his arms and kissed her gently till she could speak again, and then he said:

"Friend, friend, what evil tries you?"

"Sire, I am afraid, for I have seen your anger."

"Yes, I was angered at the hunt."

"My lord, should one take so deeply the mischances of a game?"

Mark smiled and said:

"No, friend; no chance of hunting vexed me, but those three felons whom you know; and I have driven them forth from my land."

"Sire, what did they say, or dare to say of me?"

"What matter? I have driven them forth."

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 shall I learn save from you? I am alone in a foreign land, and have no one else to defend me."

"They would have it that you should quit yourself by solemn oath and by the ordeal of iron, saying 'that God was a true judge, and that as the Queen was innocent, she herself should seek such judgment as would clear her for ever.' This was their clamour and their demand incessantly. But let us leave it. I tell you, I have driven them forth."

Iseult trembled, but looking straight at the King, she said:

"Sire, call them back; I will clear myself by oath. But I bargain this: that on the appointed day you call King Arthur and Lord Gawain, Girflet, Kay the Seneschal, and a hundred of his knights to ride to the Sandy Heath where your land marches with his, and a river flows between; for I will not


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 swear before your barons alone, lest they should demand some new thing, and lest there should be no end to my trials. But if my warrantors, King Arthur and his knights, be there, the barons will not dare dispute the judgment."

But as the heralds rode to Carduel, Iseult sent to Tristan secretly her squire Perinis: and he ran through the underwood, avoiding paths, till he found the hut of Orri, the woodman, where Tristan for many days had awaited news. Perinis told him all: the ordeal, the place, and the time, and added:

"My lord, the Queen would have you on that day and place come dressed as a pilgrim, so that none may know you—unarmed, so that none may challenge—to the Sandy Heath. She must cross the river to the place appointed. Beyond it, where Arthur and his hundred knights will stand, be you also; for


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 my lady fears the judgment, but she trusts in God."

Then Tristan answered:

"Go back, friend Perinis, return you to the Queen, and say that I will do her bidding."

And you must know that as Perinis went back to Tintagel he caught sight of that same woodman who had betrayed the lovers before, and the woodman, as he found him, had just dug a pitfall for wolves and for wild boars, and covered it with leafy branches to hide it, and as Perinis came near the woodman fled, but Perinis drove him, and caught him, and broke his staff and his head together, and pushed his body into the pitfall with his feet.

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 And just before them, sitting on the shore, was a poor pilgrim, wrapped in cloak and hood, who held his wooden platter and begged alms.

Now as the Cornish boats came to the shoal of the further bank, Iseult said to the knights:

"My lords, how shall I land without befouling my clothes in the river-mud? Fetch me a ferryman."

And one of the knights hailed the pilgrim, and said:

"Friend, truss your coat, and try the water; carry you the Queen to shore, unless you fear the burden."

But as he took the Queen in his arms she whispered to him:

"Friend."

And then she whispered to him, lower still:

"Stumble you upon the sand."

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 squires and boatmen with their oars and boat-hooks drove the poor pilgrim away.

But the Queen said:

"Let him be; some great travail and journey has weakened him."

And she threw to the pilgrim a little clasp of gold.

Before the tent of King Arthur was spread a rich Nicean cloth upon the grass, and the holy relics were set on it, taken out of their covers and their shrines.

And round the holy relics on the sward stood a guard more than a king's guard, for Lord Gawain, Girflet, and Kay the Seneschal kept ward over them.

The Queen having prayed God, took off the jewels from her neck and hands, and gave them to the beggars around; she took off her purple mantle, and her overdress, and her shoes with their precious stones, and gave them also to the poor that loved her.

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 tunic, and then with arms and feet quite bare she came between the two kings, and all around the barons watched her in silence, and some wept, for near the holy relics was a brazier burning.

And trembling a little she stretched her right hand towards the bones and said: "Kings of Logres and of Cornwall; my lords Gawain, and Kay, and Girflet, and all of you that are my warrantors, by these holy things and all the holy things of earth, I swear that no man has held me in his arms saving King Mark, my lord, and that poor pilgrim. King Mark, will that oath stand?"

"Yes, Queen," he said, "and God see to it."

"Amen," said Iseult, and then she went near the brazier, pale and stumbling, and all were silent. The iron was red, but she thrust her bare arms among the coals and seized it, and bearing it took nine steps.


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 Behind this Rugged Front ecurely lies

Blet Caledonia, and with Eae defies

Her Northern, or her Southern Enemies.

Fixt by Decree, Her Nature's not to fear

Huge Navies there, or Icy Mountains here.

Here Towring Clifts, and there the Beachy Shoal

Defy the Raging Monters of the Pole.

There equally they Floating Worlds defy,

Bid them tand off and live, advance and die:

The Hardy Wretch that ees the Hint too late,

Fails not to find his Folly in his Fate.

Behind this Rugged Front ecurely lies

Old Caledonia, all the Worlds Surprize.

Her Native Beauty and her Wealth conceal'd

Waits the blet Hour when both hall be reveal'd.

In Age and Fancy'd Poverty Secure,

And yet She's ever Young, and never Poor.

Here labouring with the Injuries of Time,

Inclement Air, Inhopitable Clime,

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 Foreign Invaions and Intetine Wars;

Yet all her Native Beauty till appears.

Brittain's Left hand, which when he hall unite,

As Nature dictates, and the Fates Invite,

And join her younger Siter on the Right:

How hall they Mutual Wealth and Strength convey,

And with Contempt the weaker World Survey!

Till THAT BLEST HOUR, how does her Injur'd Name

Sleep in the Rubbih of her Ancient Fame?

Buried in Slander, by Reproach laid low:

And all the ditant World believes her o:

Then let us firt urvey her Fancy'd Here,

She'll find ome Reurrection in our Vere;

Till rouing from a long declining Fate,

WHOLE BRITTAIN hall her Glory reintate.

How have we plac'd her out of Nature's Eye,

Where Contant Colds Few Seeds of Life upply?

Where Nature Chill'd ome depicables dwell,

Immur'd with Darknes and ally'd to Hell.

No Moderate Bleings, no Endowment hare,

Nothing that's Pleaant ee, nothing delightful hear:

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 But ee the Horrid Bear march round the Pole,

And feel her Piercing Breath Congeal the Soul.

Their Muick's Whirl-wind, and the hrill Echoing Roar

Of Frozen Seas on the Deerted Shore.

Legends of Fables fill our partial Heads,

Of Lands where Gras ne'r grows, or Mortal treads;

Where keenet Winds and Storms Inceant blow

On Mountains cover'd with Eternal Snow;

Where Nature never blooms, and Sun ne'r hines,

But Cold with Cold, and Frot with Frot Combines,

Inhopitable Clime.

What Countrey's this? And whither are we gone?

Bright Caledonia, where will Fable run?

Suffer th' impartial Pen to range thy Shore,

And do thee Jutice, Nature aks no more:

Fitted for Commerce and cut out for Trade;

The Seas the Land, the Land the Seas invade.

The Promontory Clifts with Hights embot,

And large deep Bays adorn thy dang'rous Coat;

Alternately the Pilot's true Relief,

Thee warn at Ditance, thoe receive him afe;

The deep indented Harbours then invite,

Firt court by day, and then ecure at night:

The wearied Sailors afe and true Reces,

A full Amends for wild Tempetuous Seas.

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 Nature that well foreknows a Nations Fate,

Thus fitted Caledonia to be great.

Her various Apects the Deign explain,

And Circumtances hall reit in vain.

Subject no more to ev'ry cros Event,

She hall be Great and Rich, as Nature meant.

View next her Seas, from ancient Terrors nam'd,

For Bug-bear Storms, by Bug-bear Sailors fam'd.

Phenician Sailors, wie in Ignorance,

That dream't of THULE, yet afraid t'advance;

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 Thy lengthen'd Sun with uncooth Joy urvey,

And vainly dream'd it led to bright Eternal Day:

Unble'd with Art, yet from thy Ocean fly,

Afraid to live, becaue afraid to die.

To them thy Wealth and Stores were unreveal'd,

And all beyond thee happily conceal'd.

Had they thy Scally Shoals of Bleings known,

They'd long ince choe thy Shores, and quite orgot their own.

Thine had been India, and thy Golden Seas

Had fill'd their Antique Songs.

But Fear, that Negative of Glory, gave

This Gift appropriat to a Race more brave.

The frighted South-taught Navigators fly,

And mock'd with Fear, their own Succes detroy.

Unpracti'd in thy watry Wars, they hun

Thy afer Coat, and at a Ditance run.

Thy Seas, tho vat, and in Extent unknown,

In Wealth and Strength to Thee ubervient grown.

Calm Tides, mooth Surface, and a hining Brow,

And gentle Gales for Wealth and Commerce blow.

Thee reconcile the once o dreadful Wate,

And Art and Indutry upply the ret.

Hail Science, Natures econd Eye,

Begot on Reaon by Philoophy,

Mans Tellecope to all that's Deep and High;

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 NEGLECTED SCOTLAND hews her awful Brow,

Not always quite o near to Heaven as now.

Circled with dreadful Clifts and Barb'rous Shores,

Where the trong Surff with high impetuous Roars,

Invades the Rocks, and thee their Rage didain,

And with redoubling Noie they'r hurry'd home again;

The hollow Caverns Mutual Roars return,

And Baffled Neptune raging makes the Ocean burn.

The furious Elements in vain contend,

Unmov'd the mighty natural Breat-works tand.

Their awful Hights in threatning Grandeur hine,

Emblems of mightier Hearts of Stone within.

Th' Intructing Rocks, Invincible and Strong,

Decribe the Race that to thee Rocks belong,

And bid the quick retreating Waves declare,

And warn the World againt a Northern War.

Tell them the Hopes of Conquet mut be vain;

When Hands of Steel hall Rocks of Flint maintain.

Thee are th' eternal Bounds of Providence,

The Oceans Bridle, and the Lands Defence.

The Warts and Wrinkles plac'd on Natures Brow

That her Maternal Care and Conduct how.

The meanet parts of Nature have their Ue,

And ome to Terror, ome to Strength conduce:

Nor is their Ornament at all the les;

For Beauty's bet decrib'd by Uefulnes.

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 What Infinites dot thou purue!

The Tangl'd Skeines of Nature how undo!

Pierce all her darket Clouds, her Knots untye,

And leave her naked to the wandring Eye.

What Gut of Knowledge blew thee off to Sea?

A dep'rate Curioity.

In Mountain-Waves, and raging Wind,

Tell us, what couldt thou hope to find?

'Tis anwer'd,—Thee are Natures Schools,

To teach the Power of Art and Rules:

From hence what vat intructing things thou't brought;

Beides the Huge Remains not yet found out.

But of all Knowledge, this was ure the bet,

As 'tis the Pole-tar to the ret.

How wing'd with Science, men might trace

The foaming Oceans roughet Face;

Plow the vat Furrows of th'amazing Deep,

With Eae and Safety ail and leep.

No more th' uncertain Northern Tides hall fright,

Familiar Dangers leen to the Sight;

The Rocks and Sands, the threatning Shore,

Pledges of certain Death before.

Now Roads and Harbours found for help appear,

And how the Follies of our ancient Fear;

Under their Weather Banks we calmly ride

Danger and Safety they divide.

Now they appear the Aids of Providence,

The Sailors Safety, and the Lands Defence.

Bold Science whither wilt thou tear,

See how the Tempets arm'd with Death, appear;

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 Read but the threatning Language of the Skies,

How gathering Clouds, with-Child of Thunders rie;

See Mountains heap'd in trong Rebellion move,

See Oa top'd with Pelion, threatning Jove;

See angry Nature rou'd to Civil War,

'Twas Prudence firt taught Mankind how to fear;

Bold Science, whither wilt thou Steer!

Vain Caution! See the daring Nymph ets Sail,

What Fear calls Storm, he calls a welcome Gale;

On raging Waves, and Mountain Billows tot,

She ees with Joy her Port, with Joy he quits the Coat;

The Wind's embrac'd with high expanded Wings

The Sailors leep and fly, the Pilot ings;

Sometimes he mounts o high, he turns his Ear,

And litens for the Muick of a Sphere;

Charm'd with the Symphony, he'll Conort keep,

And Beat true Time, tho' he reviews the Deep.

She's gone, new Worlds he eeks, new Worlds he finds,

She rides on Tempets, and improves the Winds,

Th' Elemental Terrors he'll depie,

And Bully Neptune boldly he defies.

See how Mankind by her Experience taught,

Has all to Rule and Method brought;

The Practicable Seas to Art ubmit,

And Wealth and Commerce freely circulate,

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 With teady hand th' experienc'd Pilot Steers,

And laughs in Northern Waves at Southern Fears,

Defies the two and thirty Hots of Air,

And its compo'd i'th' midt of Elemental War,

All unconcern'd at Natures Quarrels, he,

To his own Ue, applies their Enmity.

The Furious Wind, the Water's Rage,

He wiely joins to his Jut End, the Voyage:

In this he makes their pointed Rage agree,

And forms their Dicord into Harmony.

So jarring Parties in a State,

By the Wie Conduct of the Crown,

Are manag'd to upport the Magitrate,

And fix that Power they truggle to pull down.

Knowledge gives Courage, Science makes Men brave;

Folly drives headlong to the Grave:

For Ignorance and Fear make Cowards run

Into thoe Dangers they'r afraid to hun.

Dicretion only makes Men afe and bold,

While Fears the Remedies withhold;

Fear holds the Gates of Reaon fat,

Shuts out its help, and o the Coxcomb's lot.

The Pilot now, Conummate in his Skill,

Made afe by Nature, mounts the Watry Hill;

Thro' Paths untrod, and Mazes of the Deep,

He Cuts his Guided Coure, the rough, the teep,

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 Are all made mooth to him, he knows his Way,

He neither fears the Night, nor Courts the Day:

Thro' all the Tempets Midnight Rage he lies,

Viits the Bottoms now, anon the Skies.

When up to Heav'n he mounts, the Cheering Sun

Makes glad, and 'tis the ame when darting down;

To all the Dark abys he hoots and ee's,

The Hollow Deeps of Natures Nudities;

Till his Blet Port with teady Hand he finds:

And thus to Art he reconciles the Winds.

Thus vanihes the Horrid and the Wild,

And Nature's now with pleaant Eyes beheld;

When Boreas mad with northern Vapours raves,

We mile, and with Contempt urvey the Waves

Art reconciles the Elements, and Trade

Can now with eae the Globes Extremes invade.

Eternal circulating Commerce flows,

And ev'ry Nation, ev'ry Nation knows.

Torrid and Frigid cale, and joyn the Poles,

And far as Wind can blow, or Water rolls,

Ships ail, and Men in earch of Wealth will trace

All the Meanders of the Univere.

The rough, the mooth, to men of Art ubmit;

The Northern Winter Cold, or Southern Heat,

With equal Safety, and with equal Eae,

Calm Capian Lakes, and Caledonian Seas.

By Natures Aid, and Arts concurring Law,

Dangers are only Helps to draw.

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 The Thirts of Honour Generous Minds bewitch,

And Danger tempts the Brave, as Gold the Rich.

'Twas Courage firt that ventur'd out to Sea,

Young in Experience, as Philoophy.

Noah himelf had certainly been drown'd,

Had not his Courage, as his Faith, been ound.

Hail Caledonia, by vat Seas embrac't;

Thoe Seas for Glory, Wealth and Terror plac't.

Dreadful in Fame, to thee familiar grown,

Suited to no mens Temper like thy own.

The bounteous Ocean fraught with native Gold,

Sav'd it for thee; by its own Cure, the Cold.

Had not the Storms and Tempets govern'd here,

And fenc'd this long hid Treaure round with Fear,

Pat Ages had thy rifled Store decreat,

And Foreign Nations all thy Wealth poet.

Wealth that well uits a hardy Race like thine,

That dares through Storms and Death purue the Mine.

Wealth hid from Cowards, and the fainting Hand,

Scar'd with the Sea's content to tarve by Land.

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 But when thy daring Sons the Wave explore,

The Ocean yields her unexhauted Store:

Thy open Harbours all her Gifts divide,

And Seas of Wealth roll in with ev'ry Tide:

The Golden Shoals thy very Nets purue,

Laugh at the leer Treaures of Peru;

Prompt thee to change the meannes of thy State,

Bids thee, when e're thou wilt, be rich and great.

Tell us ye Sons of Myt'ry, from what Hand,

What ecret High Command

Gives out the Word that's heard to Natures Deep,

Where all the Scaly Tribes their Councils keep?

Who tells them when the very Month arrives?

And who the ecret Order gives?

When from the Womb of Wonders far by-North,

The mighty Slymy Hots come forth;

The num'rous Legions pread the Sea,

The wondring frighted Waves give way;

Forward the Mighty moving Hots puh on,

All guided by a Hand unknown.

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 Th' Involuntary well directed Fry,

The unknown omething readily obey.

No Pilot can with more Exactnes teer,

Not Sun or Moon divides the Year.

Not the revolving Stars their Coure obey•

Not Darknes can ucceed the Day,

With a more punctual teady Pace,

In Manner, Meaure, Time and Place;

True to the very Ditance of the Shore,

They'r never, where they never were before

Where there's but few, there ever was but few,

To ev'ry Circumtance o true.

Such Coures teer, uch Orders keep,

Thro' all the wandring Mazes of the Deep;

As if the Ancient Paths they could dicry,

Or read their Father's Hitory:

Then Caledonians lend an humble Ear,

And your own ill accepted Bleings hear,

From the profound unmeaur'd Deeps

Where Nature all her Wonders keeps.

Her Handmaid Intinct, this Blet Meage gave

To all the Watry Crew beneath the Watry Cave.

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 Go Numberles and pread the Finny Sail,

And find Britannia Nature's Darling Ile;

There pread your Scaly Squadrons, and ubmit,

Your Makers Law Commands, To Every Net.

Be You Their Wealth and plenteouly upply

What Coldet Soil and Steril Climes deny.

Be You Their Envy'd Bleing, and attend

The willing Prey, to the undutrious Hand,

In proper Squadrons all your Troops divide,

And viit Every Creek, with Every Tide.

Preent your elves to every Hungry Door,

Employ The Diligent, and feed The Poor.

If they reject the Bounties of the Sea

Bid'em Complain no more of Poverty.

Upbraid their loth, and then return to me,

Viit no other Port.

The punctual well intructed Fih obey,

And Scaly Squadrons pread the Northern Sea,

Directly point their Coure, and find the Shore,

As if they'd all been here before.

Their equal Ditance keep, divide and join,

As if they're taught by Book, or teer'd by Line:

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 Their trong Detachments end to every Creek,

In jut Proportion their own Michiefs eek.

Seek out the Harbours, eek the Indented Shore,

Timploy the Diligent, and feed the Poor.

No other Port they viit.

Ah! Caledonia, mark the High Command,

And mark the Caution of the Heavenly Hand;

If thou reject the Bounties of the Sea,

No more Complain of Poverty.

Hadt thou in early time with Widom grac't

Heav'ns Bounty, as in Duty bound, embrac't,

Above the Nations thou hadt rai'd thy Head,

At Home their Envy, and abroad their Dread,

Thy Wealthy Clime would all the World invite,

They'd Court Thee to Unite.

No more of Barren Hills and Seas complain,

Reproach the Land with Blats, with Storms the Main.

Not all the Spicy Banks of Ganges Stream,

Not Fruitful Nile o oft the Poets Dream,

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 Not Iles of Pearl, not rich Pacifick Seas,

Not the more Fruitful Caribbees,

Not Africks Wealth or Chilean Stores,

The Silver Mountains, or the Golden Shores,

Could uch an Unexhauted Treaure boat,

A Treaure how upinely lot!

What Pains has Scotland taken to be Poor,

That has the Indies at her Door;

That lets her Couret Fate of Choice remain,

And ees her Maker Bountiful in Vain.

When Caledonians, when will you be wie,

And earch for certain Wealth in Native Seas?

A Wealth by Heav'n deign'd for none but You,

A Wealth that does your very Hands purue,

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 Upbraids You with Neglect of Your own Right,

And courts Invading Neighbours in your Sight.

When Caledonians, when will You be wie?

When from Your Clouded Circumtances rie?

Banih Invaders, Heav'n's own Gifts enjoy,

This would Your Native Poverty detory.

This would retore Your Ancient dear bought Name,

This, and Your Valour, would revive Your Fame;

How would Your Navies quickly pread the Seas,

And guard that Wealth they help You to poes?

How would Your Commerce all Your Sons retore,

And they'd eek Home that hun'd that Home before?

With Wealth and People, Happy, Rich and Free,

You'd firt Improve the Land, and then the Sea;

Be Strong, be Great, be Rich, be Europe's Fear,

Their War, their Wealth, their Trade, their Honours hare.

But let's Retreat, Who can the Scene urvey,

And View this Wealth the Neighbour Nations Prey;

What Eye, that's Caledonia's Friend, can ee

Her Sons on Shore, and Strangers pread the Sea?

Who can, with Patience, View her People Poor,

And Mines of Wealth natch'd up at ev'ry Door?

The Bounty Heav'n for their Peculiar meant,

Reap't by the Hands to whom 'twas never ent.

The Ocean plunder'd, the Advantage old,

While thee enjoy the Tempets, thoe the Gold.

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 Hail Blet Conjunction, Brittain's lat bet Hour,

Shall Caledonia to her elf retore;

Aert her long neglected Property,

Her Bleing, her Inheritance, the Sea.

In hopes of this, let's land and range the Shore,

And view the Nation that the World calls Poor.

Plenty's a doubtful Word mitook by mot,

A modern Term for Luxury and Wate.

So Canaan flow'd. the Lands in Plenty drown'd;

Yet Egypt did in vat Increae abound.

The World's amu'd with different Forms of Words,

When various Sence the various Thought affords.

Nature's by vat Comparions explain'd,

And all her Contradictions o maintain'd.

So Scotlands Barren, Fruitful, Poor and Rich:

Speak Malice, Speak Inulters, tell us which.

Decribe the Globe, run all the Climates o'er,

She's Poor compar'd to Rich, and Rich compar'd to Poor.

In Climates next, let's view her Northern Coat,

A fruitful Stile, with Epithets embo't,

The Horrid, Boitrous, Barren, and the Cold,

What Fabl'd Montrous Stories have been told!

Yet range the Globe, and her Extremes urvey,

And ail from Magellan to Hudons Bay;

Ditto the Jet, and when the Truth's but told,

She's Cold compar'd to Hot, and Hot compar'd to Cold.

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 Nor is there les of Injury appears

About her Mountains, or her Mountaineers.

View but the Savage Madagacar Moors,

Campeche Indians, or Circaian Boors,

And when the Characters we hall compare,

A Northern Highland-man's a Chritian there.

Polite his Manners, and his Modern Dres,

Is Beauty all, when match't with Uglines.

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He Plan's Decrib'd, the Seas and Shores Survey'd;

Let's now the Treaures of the Land Invade,

Travere their Hills, and all their Vales Decry,

And pread their jut Decription to the Eye.

The Rugged Nation plac'd by Nature here,

Shall in their fancied Poverty appear;

The World hall bluh, when they their Picture ee,

And Fame grow Proud to Print their Hitory.

The Soil no more unjut Reproach hall bear,

For all they Talk of Barren's lander here,

And 'tis, or may be Fruitful ev'ry where.

A hardy Race poes the tormy Strand,

And hare the Moderate Bountys of the Land,

Fitted by Nature for the Boitrous Clime,

And larger Bleings will grow due by time.

The num'rous Off-pring patient and edate,

With Courage pecial to the Climate wait.

When Nigard Nature hall their Nation hear,

Shall mile, and pay them all the Vat Arrear.

A manly urlines, with Temper mix'd,

Is on their meanet Countenances fix'd.

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 An awful Frown its on their threatning Brow,

And yet the Soul's all mooth, and Calm below;

Thinking in Temper, rather grave than Gay,

Fitted to govern, able to obey.

Nor are their Spirits very oon enflam'd,

And if provok'd, not very oon reclaim'd.

Fierce when reolv'd, and fix'd as Bars of Bras,

And Conquet through their Blood can only pas.

In pight of Coward Cold, the Race is Brave,

In Action Daring, and in Council Grave;

Their haughty Souls in Danger always grow,

No Man durt lead 'em where they durt not go.

Sedate in Thought, and teady in Reolve,

Polite in Manners, and as Years Revolve;

Always ecure their larget hare of Fame,

And by their Courage keep alive their Name.

The lab'ring Poor dejected and uppret•

See not th' approaching Propect of their Ret.

Knowledge of Liberty's their only want,

And los of Expectation's their Content.

Too much ubjected to immoderate Power,

Their Petty Tyrants all their Pains devour.

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 Th' extorting Maters their jut hopes Retrain,

And Diligence is no where more in vain.

The Little Chiefs, for what they call their due,

Eat up the Farme and eat the Farmer too;

Suck the Life-Blood, of Tennant and Etate,

And needles Poverty to both create.

Mitake their Int'ret, Nati'nal Ills procure,

And make the Poor be very very poor.

Th unhappy Drudge, yet bears the mighty Load,

With trange unnat'ral Temperance endow'd,

So ervile, o unu'd to Liberty;

He eems the lat, that wihes to be free,

Prepotrous Wonder!

Where will Nature run,

That Men hould Struggle to be twice Undone;

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 Afflictions make Men Stupid, Nature winks,

And Sene o'relaid, he acts before he thinks;

Subjected Nature fetter'd with Ditres

Dozes, and Bondage does the Soul poes,

Endeavour Slacknes, all the Propects dy,

And with the Hope, the Love of Liberty.

Yet under all the Hardhips of their State,

They've omething eems to claim a ofter Fate;

Nor does it claim alone, The Grand Portent

Foretells the Bleing, and decrees th'Event.

'Tis plainly printed on the Painful Brow,

They hall not always be uppret as now;

Th'approaching Light at Ditance dawns, the Ray

Darts a Dim Earnet of the Welcome Day.

When leeping Bondage doom'd to lating Night,

Shall help to make the Chearing Beam more bright.

Th'enlighten'd Crowd hall their own Freedom ee,

For willful Blindnes only, huts out Liberty;

Bondage is Ignorance, and he that ees,

Needs no directer Cure for that Dieae.

Knowledge and Liberty go Hand in Hand,

Fools only will obey, when Knaves command;

The Sordid Yoke no longer can be born,

When once he ees he mut the Grievance corn;

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 He that in Blind Dependence now ubmits,

Will roue his Strength, when he hall roue his Wits;

Nature prevails, and Sene in Exercie

The Chains on Reaon nat'rally unties.

Thus when new Sight hall once but bles the Poor,

'Tis thee will Scotland's Liberty Retore;

The trong Conviction no Man can reit,

And Blindnes hall againt her Will be blet;

And now, in all their Mieries, let's View

What Bleings they indutriouly purue;

What jut Equivalent they can upply,

For los of Wealth, and los of Liberty:

Th' Intructed Poor Laborious and Suppret;

Yet in their very Mieries are blet;

Cruh'd with injurious Homage they obey

GOD and their Landlord, but with diff'rent Eye;

And yet to both they pay without Regrett,

To this the Homage, and to that the Debt.

The Negatives of Nature they Endure,

In Virtue Rich, tho in Poeions Poor,

Knowing in Sacreds, in Religion Nice,

And ignorant in nothing more than Vice:

What Crimes they have, they borrow from Mankind,

Hell's Manufactures here are contraband.

Imported by the help of Foreign Trade,

Clandetinely enjoy'd, clandetinely conveigh'd.

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 Unuual Judgment fills the meaner Heads,

Devotion follows as Intruction leads.

Grave in Behaviour, in Dicoure edate,

And apter to believe than to debate;

And if they can exceed in doing Well,

'Tis in a little little TOO MUCH ZEAL.

In Doctrine ound, in Dicipline evere,

The Church obtains her True Dominion here.

And yet her foft Coercives yield no Pow'r,

Either to perecure, or to devour.

Fiercely tenacious of determin'd Truth,

Dreadful to Error, Vigilant of both.

The wild Opinions of a Neighb'ring State,

Find here no Atom-Fancies to create:

The trong fermented Venom hither brought,

Like Irih Poions, perih in the Thought;

Here no Enthuiatick Notion grows,

The only Barrennes the Nation knows.

A Mitred Jet indeed, the Land perplex'd,

Of Pomp and Pride, and Policy o mix'd;

The awkward medly left us in Debate,

Whether it did proceed from Church or State,

Begot by Power, and introduc'd by Plot,

With Tyranny came in, with Tyranny went out;

But ill agreeing with precier Air,

It oon grew yellow, pale and ickly here.

The People Wie, and in Religion Nice,

Could not be gull'd with uch a Faint Device.

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 Some Blood the Monter drank, but when it try'd

To take a Doe of Liberty, IT DY'd.

But it their Civil State ome Praie affords,

Much greater are the Trophies of their Swords.

Ages of Blood have brought them up to War

And their trong Legions breath in every Air,

They taught the very Swedes themelves to Fight,

And pight of Dulnes arm'd the Mucovite;

The ordid Rus, to dicipline they Train

And fain would teach the Poles, but that's in vain.

Th' untracted Brute in Ignorance too Wie,

Learn't only how Experience to depie.

Nothing keeps Nature clos in Jayl like Pride,

Squadrons of Page-like Crimes before her ride,

And Ignorance is always next her ide.

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 Where hall we all their Ancient Glory trace,

The forward nations court the very Race:

Not Europe ventures to commence a War

But Caledonian Blood demands her Share,

And if 'tis bought or old, 'tis always very dear

Leipick—a Name in Fames red letter'd Roll

Matchles in War, where from the Frozen Pole

Finland ent Monters, Strangers to the Sun,

Bred up to fight, by great Gutave led on;

And yet by hardy naked Scots out-done.

Voracious Tilly jut made drunk with Blood,

At Magdeburgh he rai'd the Crimon Flood,

Tho gorg'd with Slaughter, yet a Thirt for more,

Approach't, all Europe trembled at his Power.

In Leipick Plain the dreadful Scene begun,

On brighter Deeds the Sun himelf ne're hone.

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 Tilly's firt Fury broke the Saxon Line,

And cry'd Victoria, all the Troops fall in,

With Blood and Terror glittering Eagles hine.

The Scots reerv'd for Dangers hither flye,

Dangers their Pot by Nation, taught to dy,

And wing'd with Rage they raviht Victory.

Not the unequal Squadrons, not the Day

Half let, not laughter'd Saxons in the way,

Not formidable Death, that Jet of War,

In whatoever hapes he durt appear,

Could their intrepid tedy Motion tay,

Nothing but laughterd Foes and Victory;

Surrounded, they with doubl'd Fury fight,

And plead with Danger, hine in naked white,

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 Gutavus aw how Fury like they fought,

And better witnes never Soldiers ought;

The mighty Hero mil'd, with Wonder plea'd,

And till they fought the more, the more he prai'd.

They Crown'd his Head with Lawrell's firt, and he

To their jut Valour own'd his Victory.

From whence advancing with a jut Applaue,

The ruin'd Protetants abandon'd Caue;

Religion and the Countrey they retore,

And grateful Germany commemorates the Hour.

In thirty Months continued fierce Campaign,

From Leipick Plains, the Neckar, and the Main,

The Rhine, the Danube, and the Lech they cro't,

No Battle where they fought was ever lot.

Never was uch an Army, uch a Head,

Such Men to follow, uch a King to Lead:

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 Such Countreys Traver'd, or uch Battles won,

Such Conquets made, or Conquets made o oon.

Where hall we all their ancient Glories trace?

Let's haten down to Ramellies a pace;

But top at Phillipburg, and ak Turenne,

And read their ancient Trophies on the Rhine,

How they did there the Gallick Name advance,

And by their Blood gave Plumes to growing France

France, that on Foreign Valour raid their Throne,

By other Nations Swords, and not their own,

Strip't of that Help how eaily they fall,

And faint like Jericho without her Wall.

Recall'd from hence they Williams Sword obey,

And beat the French at Mons for want of Pay;

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 Soon as the Caledonian Bands appear,

Not Luxemberg himelf didaind to fear;

'Twas on their Valour he had rai'd his Fame,

He knew they'd Conquer where oe're they came.

He'd een 'em fight when great Turenne lay dead,

He'd een them follow where he durt not lead;

He'd een them fight when all the Army fled.

When wie de Lorge to hun his own Defeat,

Under their Valour helter'd his Retreat.

The experienc'd Hero, grave in War and State,

In this as ober, as in that edate.

Advid his Mater, caution'd by his Fear,

To gain the Scots, or ele decline the War.

Then view 'em under fifteen Years Reces,

Ranging thro' Europe to avoid the Peace.

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 Battel and Death they make their chief Delight,

And in all Nations teach the World to fight.

Buda the dreadfull't Siege the World ere aw,

What Hero's did the Fame of Danger Draw?

Lely th' Old Croatian Ban appears,

And daring Scots led up the Volunteers.

What Actions pa't, let only uch relate,

Who know how Men reolv'd to Conquer meet;

Never was Town with uch trange Fury fill'd,

Such Deeds Victoria eldom has beheld;

Such Storms, uch Fury, Fleh and Blood nere bore,

Nor Town was ever o maintain'd hefore;

The dep'rate Garrion didain to Fear,

With their own laughter'd Bones the Breach repair;

Contemning Mercy, they like Furies fight,

And jut as fat as Life declin'd, ubmit.

What Streams of Blood mut in uch Fights be lot?

What Fatal Price mut uch a Conquet cot?

Life o betow'd, is always old too dear,

But VALIANT SCOTS, what Buines had you here?

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 With Noble Blood adorn'd, and blooming Years,

You were not made to torm like Muqueteers;

Scotland run too much venture in your Blood,

To have your Rate o little undertood;

You had no deperate Fortunes there to raie

Your Names enough, you could not fight for Praie:

Then why o lavih, why o rahly brave?

To play away the Lives you ought to ave;

Scotland has Sons indeed, but none to pare,

To furnih out the Shows and Sports of War;

You are her tenderet part which touch the whole,

And what lets out your Blood, lets out her Soul.

Pardon the Satyrs interrupting here,

She owns, he hates this volunteering War,

When neither King nor Country to retrive,

The injur'd help, or the Oppre'd relieve,

Neither to gain Dominion, or to ave;

Men die for nothing but the Fame of Brave.

So Foter hang'd himelf with deep Deign,

Only to ee himelf be buried fine.

Hard Fate of Men, that only for a Name,'

Will in their own Detruction eek their Fame.

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 That covet Dangers, and ride Pot to die,

To live in Air, and WALK in Memory;

Vain Fame with high Fermented Vapour hot,

To be remember'd, trives to be forgot.

Wrap'd in his Jet, the bubbl'd Heroe dies,

Immortalizd in Mortal Memories,

Fill's up a Ballad, made too great in Rhime,

Is fabl'd into Tale, and dies again by Time.

And this for nothing, but to have it known,

He dy'd an ASS of very great Renown,

A forward Coxcomb, who in hate to dy,

Fought for he car'd not who, nor car'd not why.

One jut Excue indeed ome few may give,

That die, becaue they can't tell how to live:

Thee hall in Pity 'cape our Cenure here,

So Cowards dare not live, and hang themelves for Fear.

He's truly brave that Fights in Jut Defence

Of Virtue pre'd, of injur'd Innocence,

Himelf, the Laws, his Neighbour, or his Prince;

Dares all the lawful Call's of Fate obey,

No Danger will decline, no Trut betray;

While he that heal's his Tortures in the War,

Own's he's a Coward, and only fights for Fear:

As for the Sport of Fighting, that's a Jet,

They talk of mot, that undertand it leat.

Buda reduc'd, and Gallantry laid by,

Europe the Sweets of hort liv'd Peace enjoy:

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 Not the Reces of Arms can cool their Fire,

Quench't in the Act, they burn in the Deire;

Not Capuan Plenty, not luxuriant Eae,

The Man of Action's firt and wort Dieae,

Can Taint their Temper, quench their Thirt of Fame,

Or Rut the pollih'd plendor of their Name.

Their Arms may tarnih, but the Soul's kept bright,

For, pight of Practice, they by Nature fight;

Born Soldiers, fitted from the Birth for Fame,

Bodies all Iron, and their Souls all Flame.

The War revives, Bellona ounds to Arms,

The Scots by Nature ravih't with her Charms,

From their remotet Mountains hear the ound,

And Troops of Hero's pread Hibernian Ground;

With Native Fire and ene of Glory fill'd,

And wing'd with Joy, they ruh into the Field.

In ev'ry Action that deerv'd a Name,

They har'd the Hazard, others har'd the Fame;

William with Pleaure often led 'em on,

They gave, they guarded, and they lov'd his Crown;

Smiling he view'd the Wonders of their Hands.

Happy the Gen'ral Troops like thee Commands,

The gladded Monarch aid,

when at Namure,

Ramay fell on and mock'd the Gallick Power,

And emulating Nations wondring firt gave o're.

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 At Derry, Limrick, Agrim, or the Boyn,

Athlone, Namure, at Steenkirk, or anden;

At all, their Hero's fought, at all they dy'd,

And latent Virtue want of Victory upply'd.

William, that Men of Courage lov'd t'obey,

How mourn'd he Douglas, Angus, and Mackay?

Too great a Los for one unhappy Day.

A Los that yielded France the Victory;

A Los that none but Scotland could upply;

None had uch to urvive, or uch to Dy.

Should we to recent Memory apply,

And trace the Scots in Modern Hitory:

The preent riing Glory of their Name,

Comes up to all that's ancient in their Fame.

At Schellemberg how could they chooe but fight,

New Vigour well'd their Nation at the ight;

The very Spot where Hepburn Storm'd before,

And Conquering Scots, Imperial Standards tore.

Where Ramey, Murray, Rhea, and Hamilton,

Like Lyons fought, the Swedes amaz'd lookt on,

And aw th' impregnable Intrenchments won.

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 And now the Scots in Valour till the ame,

Worthy the Race, and equal in their Flame,

With the ame Fury, gain the ame Applaue,

The ame the Courage, and the ame the Caue:

The ame the Circumtance, the ame Succes,

That great Gutavus aw, great Marlbro' this.

Let future Poets Blenheims Trophies ing,

And Ramellies to Chime, with Leipick bring;

There Orkney, Campbell, Hamilton, and Hay,

Shall match the Hero's, and hall match the Day.

To Times lat Period hand their Nations Fame,

And ev'ry Ages Glory hall the next Enflame.

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Heir Forreign Deeds are trac'd, and now we come,

To earch the Fund of Fame that's left at Home;

A Thouand Kings the mighty Land poes,

In Merit greater, tho' in Title les.

Kings in Command and in uperiour Race,

And Virtue Ripens uch for Crowns a pace.

Nobility of Blood, their Actions uit,

And Action here indents the Attribute;

Here Families in Lines of Virtue run,

The Father's Merit doubling in the Son.

The growing Honour forms a jut Encreae,

Firt Crowns in War, and then Rewards in Peace.

Illutrious Blood with more illutrious Hand,

In proper Channels has been here retain'd:

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 Th' Antiquity which other Nations boat,

Would here turn Modern, and in age be lot.

Scotland in Senior Glory will contend,

When lame Chronology with Age grows blind.

Here mighty Ancetors preerve their Stile,

From long Precription, ancient as the Ile.

Not rai'd on Party Favour, Bribes and Fear,

Blood, Tyranny, Oppreion, Theft and War;

Not raid by trength OF FACE, or trength of Pure,

A Stock of Money, or a Stock that's wore;

But from the Youth of Time, their Names remain,

When Vertue only could that Fame obtain.

Back, further back than Story can relate,

When Infant Nations fix'd their Forms of State.

When Tricks of State and Court Intreague unknown,

No mighty Knave could Brother Villain Crown.

From Blood to Blood their Violence purue,

Firt teal their Honours, then proclaim 'em due.

By Fraud and trong Oppreions Crowns obtain,

While thoe upport the Frauds, and thee the Reign;

Alternate Violences Fame upply,

The modern Fund of mean Nobility.

If there be any thing in Birth and Blood,

Or were Antiquity but undertood;

If the old Trophies of our Fathers Fame,

When thoughts of Virtue burn, would fan the Flame;

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 Make us their Steps of Dignity purue,

And Ancient Honours would excite to new.

If any true Nobility remains,

And Virtue could by Blood poes the Veins.

Then let's no farther earch the World in vain,

To Ancient Rome, and lot Records of Spain;

Nations in Barb'rous Hydra-mixtures rai'd,

And only by their own too partial Flatt'ries prai'd.

Fabii, Cornellii, and the Bruti yield

To Caledonian Tribes the Ancient Field.

Cummin, Duff, Donald, Strathern, Hay, and Keith,

And Names would run Fame's Trumpet out of Breath.

Their old Armorial Honours till retain,

While Rome in modern Lines contends in vain.

Nor has the Country lent her partial Fame,

And from her later Towns betow'd the Name,

Not Towns the Names, but Names the Towns Command

And Families take Titles from the Land:

So Douglas, Mar and Southerland urvive,

And not from Towns, but Provinces derive.

Kingdoms of old, who tho the Claim's laid down,

Yet in th' Antiquity they keep the Crown.

The Blood of Princes in their Race we ee,

And modern Merit joins to old Nobility.

Blet are the Families that great in Blood,

Have thus their truet Honour undertood,

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 That on the Bae of Vertue Built their Fame,

And join to that leer Praie their Name,

The only Jut and truly great Deign;

For Vertue helps Nobility to hine.

Then who hall earch the long forgotten Roll,

Examine all the Parts, or Sum the whole,

Who hall the Impotence of Art upply,

Beyond the reach of Books or Heraldry?

There Gordon, Linday, Crawford, Mar and Wems,

With Seaton, Ramey, Cuninghame and Gra'ams,

Forbes, Ros, Murray, Bruce, Dunbar and Hume,

And Names for whom no Poet can make Room;

Remote in Birth, in Names and Honours known,

The Caledonian Glory through the World have how'n.

Where hall the Galick Trophies now appear?

The Ancient Belgae would look modern here.

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 Not Mommerancy, not the great Naau,

Could Ancetors like thee, directly draw.

Douglas with Native Dignitys adorn'd,

Ancient beyond Record,

Records they corn'd.

The World's the general Record of their Houe,

When Hitories are ilent and abtrue.

The Fund of Families is in their Blood,

And the Fam'd Scoti on their Shoulders tood,

A Race of Princes from their fruitful Stem,

Has been a living Hitory to them.

Their Fame that's pat, foretold their Fame to come,

They'r Dukes abroad before they'r Dukes at home.

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 The Nation's willing Honours did afford,

And thee cut out their. Glory by the Sword;

For 'twas the early Fortunes of their Blood,

To have their Worth both Crown'd and undertood;

Princes by their trong Swords poet their Crowns,

And grateful France their Ancient Glory owns.

When Men are of true Merit firt poet,

Jutice prevails, the World upply's the ret.

For Characters will always uit Mens Deeds,

Honours will follow, when our Vertue leads.

The Mighty Branch that now upports the Race,

Ripens the blooming Stock for Fame apace,

With high intructing well directed Hand,

Shews him both how t'obey, and how Command,

By Jut Example guides him to purue,

And double all their Ancient Deed's with New.

Himelf with teady hand the State directs,

Supprees Factions, Liberty protects,

Scatters the threatning Clouds, prevents the Storms;

And gently al! mitaken Zeal reforms;

Backward to punih bears th' inulting Street,

Yet makes his Patience and his Jutice meet:

And when their Pride his Government defies,

PITYS: For 'tis below him to depie.

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 Great ANN'S Illutrious Scepter 'tis he ways,

And while he rules, Envy her elf obeys;

Malice may well, and wild Dilike appear,

But all their Spleen ferments into dipair:

Grovling they ly in Grief and Dicontent,

Cruht by the Chariot Wheels of Government.

So Devils chaind, their Hate of Heaven expres,

But as their Rage grows great, their Power grows les.

Campbells the modern Glory of this Ile,

Their doubling Fame's encrea't in great Argile;

Born to be great, to Noblet Blood ally'd,

He keeps the Honour, and abates the Pride,

For Action fitted, to the Wars inclin'd,

True Caledonian Courage wells his Mind;

Fitted his Country's Character to raie,

And by great Actions hand along her Praie.

Of ancient Stock, and long forgotten Race,

Nature has tamp'd their Glories in his Face.

The trong Impres of ev'ry manly Line

In Characters of Native Honour hine,

An Index of the brighter Soul within.

A Race to Caledonia always dear,

And on whoe Blood her Liberties appear.

A Race to Honour, and their Countrey true,

They furnih'd Funds of Old, he heaps up tores of New.

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 Nor hall weak prejudice debauch our Pen,

To flatter prop'rous Fate, and guild the Crimes of Men

But unditinguih'd Virtue we'll reheare,

For partial Praies are below our Vere.

Curt be that Party-pleen that huts Men's Eyes,

From the jut Merits of their Enemies;

That prepoe'd by Feud, denies Applaue,

And dares not praie the Man without the Caue.

Where Honour claims it, Honour will be jut,

And where Mens Actions praie 'em, all Men mut.

Gordon, by Family and Fortune's great,

Tho' lot in Solitude and long Retreat,

Shall rie in Honour, as He's great in Mind,

Brave as the Roman, as the Chritian kind,

A Gen'rous Enemy, a Faithful Friend.

Faction's below him, if he does dilike,

He always dares to how his Face, and trike;

Treaon's a Stab ith' dark, that Man that's brave,

May how the En'my, cannot how the Knave.

The Hamiltons of old ally'd to Fame,

Illutrious in Blood, and more in Name;

In ancient Wars e're other Lines begun,

Thee had a length of tow'ring Fortunes run.

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 Titles from France; from Sweden Wounds and Scars,

And batter'd Bones they bring from Belgick Wars;

Yet fraught with Honour, and rewards of Fame,

Honour revives, and Years increae the Flame.

Eight Noble Branches hand their Glory down,

Channels of Blood from Caledonia's Crown,

Each have large hares of Merit of their own.

Each in their proper Lines their Houes raie,

By Per'nal and Hereditary Praie;

What Debt of Praie are to the Lely's due?

Who hall their Family or Fame purue?

The Bloody Steps no ingle Line can trace,

Nor Envy fetch'd from Hell, their Hitory deface.

Born Gen'rals, all by Nature fram'd for War,

In ev'ry Battel's Front their Names appear;

The Swede, the Rus, and the Hungarians yield,

To them the willing Tribute of the Field;

From Eeck Bridge to mighty Atracan,

Their Terrors with the Barb'rous Crowds remain.

Grated to this Old Stock, and to their Fame,

Leven adds Modern Glory to the Ancient Name;

Scotland depends on his experienc'd Hand,

Safe, Not in Armies, but in his Command.

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 HE, young in Years, yet very old in Arms,

Guards her from Foreign or Dometick Harms,

His faithful Aids new vig'rous Life afford,

And boldly draws Hereditary Sword.

Stuart ancient as the Hills from which they prung

The Mountains till do to the Name belong;

From hence they branch to ev'ry high Degree:

And Foreign Courts embrace the Progeny.

The riing Stem with thirt of Glory fir'd,

Not he to th'Crown, the Crown to him apir'd;

His high attracting Fame the Nation drew,

They gave old Crowns, and Fate upply'd the new.

Thy Scepter Caledonia in their Hand,

Firt rai'd the real Glory of the Land;

And even ucceive Branches held the Crown,

Till Britain vail'd, and made the Stuarts her own.

What Blood, what Wars, what trong convulive Throws,

Britania fill'd with inbred Vapour knows?

How oft the interveening Hand of Blood,

Has their ucceive Happines withtood?

Spread the dark Vail, let's hide the dimal Scene,

Let others paint the Horrid-draught, our Pen

Shall how the bright, and wih the ret uneen.

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 ANN, the remaining Glory of the Race,

With unexampl'd Lutre fills the place,

Without their failings all their Virtue hares,

And Britains bright Imperial Joy prepares.

Blet be the Hour, blet that aupicious Reign

When ANN, the Stuarts lat Glory, hall obtain

That Calm both Nations long have wih'd in Vain.

When Years of Rapine and Revenge hall ceae,

And Feuds of Blood be lot in Floods of Peace;

Reerv'd for her, reerv'd to Crown the Line,

Sever'd too long, the litning Nations Joyn.

Nature directs, concurring Caue invites,

The Nations ay Amen, and all of coure Unites.

Then Party Hate and Border Spleen lay'd down,

Our Hearts hall firt unite, and then the Crown;

Britain be one, one End and Interet view,

And hand in hand one Happines purue.

A Gallaxy of Worthies now appear,

And pread the Caledonian Hemiphere;

ROXBURGH enjoys the Cure of all mans Praie,

And TWEEDDALE adds trueLutre to the ancient HAYS,

Grave and edate, he fill'd his Sovereign's Throne,

Maintain'd its Honour, and increa'd his own.

Montroe revives the Ancient Race of Gra'me,

From Time and Injury retrieves the Name,

Lays all his Family Oppreions by,

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 And in his Countrey's Good, lets jut Reentment dy;

In Scotlands Secret Council he preides,

With early Prudence every Action guides,

Sober, not dull, Pious, and not precie,

Grave, without Age, without Experience wie;

More thinking, more edate than he appears,

And older in Undertanding than in Years.

Glagow adorns the Ancient Name of BOYL,

The Name's a contant Honour to the Ile,

A Name Britania always boats to hear,

For Learning, Widom, Wealth and Character

Increa'd in England, and increaing here.

The God of Muick joins when COLVIL plays,

And all the Mues dance to HADDINGTONS Eays;

The Charms are mutual, piercing and compleat,

This in his Art excells, and that in Wit.

Seafield, and Marr, and Loudoun guide the State,

By Birth and Place, till more by Merit great.

No Malice can their Characters conceal,

But thoe direct the Sceptre, this the Seal.

The well intructed Pilots of the Realm

Who while jut Queenberry teers, ait the Helm:

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 With waking Cares they all urround the Throne,

Support the Well known burthens of the Crown;

Th' important Drudgery with Pleaure do,

Their Countrey's Safety, not their own, purue.

Thro' Storms of Tumult and Ditraction teer,

Not rai'd with Hope, and not uppret with Fear;

With Calm, but teady hand the Factions guide

At once, they yield to, and reit the Tide:

Wiely they calm the Feuds Weak Heads create,

And heal the wild Ditempers of the State;

To every tender part their Hands apply,

And to the Michiefs uit the Remedy;

True Patriot Principles their Minds poes,

Their Countrey them, and they their Countrey bles.

But their jut Zeal to ANN's Immortal Throne,

Makes every Noble Character their own.

Nothing a Princes Widom more diplays,

Than choice of Counellors,

The double Praie.

Is always firt the Monarchs, then their own,

Firt it illutrates, then upports the Throne.

But we'll no more purue the mighty Train,

Whom to decribe our Vere attempts in vain;

The Mues vail before the Illutrious Throng,

Too bright for Vere, too num'rous for our Song;

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 Our Ancetors had merited in vain,

If our new teps did not their old maintain:

But as our Modern Virtue tands as high,

The preent Worthies do the pat upply;

A certain Pledge, our Name hall never dy.

And now with Jut regard let's view the Fair,

Beauty can make no Breach of Union here;

Th' Equalities agree on either hand,

The Ladies no equivalent demand;

Nor will their Virtue be exhauted here,

But till the Sex their jut Proportions bear:

Blet Mixture, equally Devout and Gay,

For Virtue only can both mile and pray.

No Scale of calculated Right will ly

Betwixt the Quantity and Quality;

England indeed the larger Roll may claim,

And Englih Beauty will preerve her Name;

But thee the Merit equally divide,

Have all their Beauty, only want their Pride.

And now to Wonders turn your litning Ear,

Viit the Commonwealth of Learning here;

See how Apollo's Nur'ry thrives, and how

Wit blooms in pight of Climat, Storms and Snow;

The Mues all laborious and evere,

Are Gard'ners bred, and work like Hores here;

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 There Seeds of Science carefully they ow,

Here cultivate the Soil, to make 'em grow,

Plant, Prune, Inocculate, the Seaons tend,

And ev'ry fruitful Scyon to its Stock they bend.

See here how ev'ry Plant in order thrives,

And pight of Clime the tend'ret Bloom lives.

Here Epicks thick, as Groves of Laurel grow,

And trong Heroicks, plac'd in Walks below,

Lyricks and Patorals in even Layes,

And Panygericks circled round with Bays,

There Knowledge grows, for Quantity and Kind,

The bet, and bet prepar'd t' intruct the Mind,

Temper'd with Modety, 'tis et by Zeal

Fitted her rah Infections to repell.

Next this in contant Bloom's a Range of Wit,

And ev'ry day 'tis weeded of Conceit,

Kept thin, intrench'd, and never runs to eed,

But ripens gently in its flowry Bed;

For Wit's a Plant o apt to grow in hate,

It hakes the Root, and then decays as fat.

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 Strong Sciences in pleaing Order tand,

With Borders of Philoophy on either hand.

Thee well reward the Lab'rers contant Toil,

Are nourih'd by, and yet improve the Soil.

But above all the Wonders of the Spot,

A imple, Men of Learning oft forgot,

In a mall Border very cold and dry,

Here thrives that Tender Trifle, HONESTY;

Neglected Weed! from what trange Climate brought,

How eldom found, indeed, how eldom ought?

How do the eay World appear content

With purious Kinds,

How very often vent

The Fale for True, and give their Sene the lye,

And make their Int'ret pas for Honety?

Another Plant, but ah! how faint it grows?

Not that 'tis hurt by Climate, Frot, and Snows;

But as if Nature uffer'd trong Decay,

It withers every where, and dies away.

FRIENDSHIP!

The nicet Plant that ever grew,

Talk'd of by many, undertood by few.

It's only Help is Honety, and where

That thrives, it gets ome Strength; but's very rare,

By Weeds of Self and Jealouie ore'run,

'Tis choak'd for want of Air, and haded from the Sun.

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 But who hall now the thriving Plants decribe,

The Ever-greens, that quickning June imbile,

And furnih new Recruits to Levi's Tribe?

Sons of the Prophets at Gamaliel's Feet,

Who extract Learning, then refin't to wit,

By the laborious Lymbeck of the Brain,

Condene the Sp'rit, and let the Humid parts remain,

No loytring Sing-ong Mues trifle here,

Weaving THIN FANCY into Webs of Air;

But here they Wed the Sciences for Wives,

And beat like Hemp at Bridewell for their Lives:

Th' Enquirers here to Ida's Top apire,

Parnaus coolet Springs, can only quench their Fire.

To Learning's highet Pinacles attain,

By trong aiduous Travel of the Brain,

Ravih the Mues, in their Deeps delight,

And learn with the ame Fury as they fight;

To curious earch, to things, and Books o pret,

The Ancients or the Moderns find no ret,

Till Univeral Knowledge fills the Mind,

And all the Soul's from Dros, and Ignorance refin'd.

Hence they to ev'ry trong Attainment reach,

And what they learn o well, as well they teach;

In ev'ry Art, in ev'ry Science grow,

Not proud of knowing, but are proud to know.

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 Puh to a Vice the Lut of doing well,

And in whate're they Practie they excell.

Humes and Da'rymples here adorn the Law,

With teady Jutice,

Neither drive nor draw

But with the Head inform'd, and Hand upright,

Give every Caue its own impartial Weight,

In every Branch of Learning here they rie,

Nothing too high they fear, too low depie,

In every Science, every Jut Extreme,

Men of Perfection may be found with them.

The Laws in Mits and Darknes they make clear,

And Phyick thrives in pight of wholome Air,

Pharmacopaea, void of imples, Lives,

And Surgery in barren Practice thrives,

Philoophy meer imple Knowledge vents,

Rather by Nature than Experiments.

Muick in pight of Dicord, charms the Ear,

And Jarring Parties break no Conort here.

Thus blet with Art, enricht with Heads and Hands,

Producing Seas, and more productive Lands;

The Climate ound, the People prompt and trong;

Why is her Happines delay'd o long?

Why with uch Patience, and o long endure,

Ditempers Prudence could o quickly cure?

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 Why till on Natures Common Bounty live?

And why o oon content with what She'll give?

For where Contentment makes Endeavour les,

'Tis then a Vice, and not a Happines.

So the fam'd luggard tarv'd, and reaon good,

For want of feeding, not for want of Food;

Bear the Reproof, the fruitful Climate's known,

Not Heaven or Nature blame, the Fault's your own;

The Earth Adapt to bear, the Air, the Sea,

All fruitful, all to Plenty how the way;

No Barrennes, but in your Indut'ry.

'Tis Blaphemy to ay the Climates curt,

Nature will ne're be fruitful till he's forc't;

'Twas made her Duty from her firt Decay,

The weating Brow alone, and labouring hand t' obey,

And thee he never does, nor dares deny.

And yet this Sloth is not their proper Crime,

'Tis due to Poverty, and that to Time.

Hail SLOTH and POVERTY from Stygian Air,

Uhers to Death, and Handmaids to Depair.

Strange Birth, themeer Perfection of a Cure,

That find Men Mi'rable, and make them wore,

Of ill connected elf ingendring Birth,

Firt circulate themelves, and then the Earth;

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 Infernal Harmony of Caues make,

And in true Circles of Ditres they walk,

Vile Sloth and Poverty of Spurious Breed,

Neither from Heaven or Earth, but of themelves proceed,

Begot in Life, by long degenerate Time,

'Twixt Stagnate Vertue, and Impregnate Crime.

'Twin Monters neither Seed nor Offpring kno',

reate, by meer Succeion flow.

No proper ource, but from themelves they find,

And by upine Infuions reach the Mind.

All Natures Rules by their own Power reject,

And are themelves the Caue, themelves th' Effect;

Th' alternate Miery ne're leaves the Door,

But Poverty makes Sloth, and Sloth makes poor,

Unnatural Mixtures form the gendring Pair,

Alternately they both beget and bare.

No Proper Seeds of Life, or living how,

They'r born in Death, and in Conumptions grow;

Superior Witchcraft forms the dimal Race,

And Devils unknown below', connect the Face.

The unhappy Wretch, when Hag-rid and poet,

The Crimes are in his Countenance confet.

A anguine Pale and drooping brightnes hine,

This always Saturnine, and that upine,

Joyn'd hand in hand, they living Death diplay,

And Life in full perfection of Decay.

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 No Miery's o great, but they make wore,

Each others Beeing, and each others Cure.

They mingle Death with every punct of Time,

And only in Detruction are ublime;

Slow Poions which no Antidote can cure,

Lingring in Life and in Detruction ure;

Potent in trength their trong Dominions grow,

Not Men but Nations they can overthrow.

Wake Scotland from thy long Lethargic Dream,

Seem what thou art, and be what thou halt eem,

Shake off the Poverty, the loth will dy,

Succes alone can quicken Indutry.

No more the bondage of reproach endure,

Or bear thoe Harms thou cant o quickly cure.

To Land Improvement and to Trade apply,

They'l plentifully pay thine Indutry.

The barren Muirs hall weighty heaves betow,

Th' uncultivated Vales rich Patures how,

The Mountains Flocks and Herds in tead of Snow.

Natures a Virgin very Chat and coy,

To Court her's nonence, if ye will enjoy,

She mut be ravih't,

When he's forc't he's free,

A perfect Protitute to Indutry;

Freely he opens to th' Indutrious hand,

And pays them all the Tribute of the Land.

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 The trong labourious Head he Can't Deny,

She's only Backward where they won't apply.

Here fruitful Hills, and there the Flowry Plain,

Deep undicov'rd Funds of wealth contain.

The Silver Veins and vat Mettallick tore,

Forbid to call her wildet Mountains poor.

The Mines of Lead, of Copper, and of Coal,

Enrich the everal parts, thoe parts the whole.

Nothing remains to make her Wealth compleat,

But that her right Hand and her left may meet.

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interval passed uneasily. Muʿāwiya ruled in Syria; ʿAlī, over the rest of the Muslim world. Neither, for the moment, interfered with the other. The Empire was for the moment in suspense.

Within the time appointed, ʿAmr appeared at Dūma, half way across the desert, and, shortly after, Abu Mūsa, each followed, as agreed upon, by a retinue of 400 horse. Thither also flocked multitudes from Al-ʿIrāḳ and Syria, from Mecca also and from Medīna. With intense interest they watched the strange proceeding, which was to decide the future of Islām. The leading chiefs, too, of Ḳoreish were there; some with the distant hope that the choice might haply fall on one of them.

The umpires met in a pavilion pitched for the occasion; and there a private conference was held between the two alone. The account preserved is brief and uncertain. Abu Mūsa, pressed by his astute colleague, admitted that the assassination of ʿOthmān was a wicked and unjustifiable act. "Then why," rejoined ʿAmr, "wilt thou not take Muʿāwiya, the avenger of the Caliph's blood, for his successor?" "If it were a mere question of blood-feud or kinsmanship," said Abu Mūsa, "then ʿOthmān's sons would have the nearer claim. But succession to the throne must be determined by the chief Companions' vote." ʿAmr then proposed his own son. "A just and good man," replied Abu Mūsa, "but one whom thou hast already made to take sides in the civil war; and above all things we must beware of kindling mutiny again amongst the Arab tribes." A similar objection shut out ʿAbdallah son 269


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 270 of Az-Zubeir; and ʿOmar's son was put aside as not having qualities fitted for command. "Then," asked ʿAmr, when all possible candidates had been named and negatived, "what may be the judgment thou wouldst give?" "My judgment," answered Abu Mūsa, "would be to depose both ʿAlī and Muʿāwiya, and then leave the people free to choose as Caliph whom they will." "Thy judgment is also mine," said ʿAmr promptly; "let us go forth."

The people, in breathless expectation, crowded round the pavilion as the umpires issued from it. "Let them know," said ʿAmr to his fellow, "that we are agreed." Abu Mūsa advanced, and with voice loud and clear, said: "We are agreed upon a decision such as, we trust, will reconcile the people, and reunite the empire." "He speaketh true," said ʿAmr: "step forth, O Abu Mūsa, and pronounce thy judgment." Then spoke Abu Mūsa: "Ye people! we have considered the matter well. We see no other course for peace and concord, but to depose ʿAlī and Muʿāwiya, both one and other. After that, ye shall yourselves choose a fit man in their room. This is my judgment." He stepped aside, and ʿAmr advancing said: "Ye have heard the sentence of Abu Mūsa. He hath deposed his fellow; and I too depose him. But as for my chief, Muʿāwiya, him do I confirm. He is the heir of ʿOthmān, the avenger of his blood, and the best entitled as Caliph to succeed."

The assembly was thunderstruck. Even the Syrians had never dreamed of Muʿāwiya achieving such a triumph; nor had it entered the minds of those on ʿAlī's side, that their umpire could be overreached thus shamefully. "What could I do?" cried Abu Mūsa, assailed on every hand; "he agreed with me, then swerved aside." "No fault of thine," said Ibn al-ʿAbbās: "the fault of those who put thee in the place." Overwhelmed with reproaches, Abu Mūsa escaped to Mecca, where he thenceforward lived in obscurity. In the heat of indignation, the commander of the Al-Kūfa bodyguard seized


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658] ʿAmr, and was roughly handling him, when the people interposed to set him free. ʿAmr returned forthwith to Damascus, where by acclamation Muʿāwiya was saluted Caliph, though he did not assume the title until some years later.

How the startling intelligence affected ʿAlī, may be judged by the fact that to the prescribed daily service he now added a petition cursing by name Muʿāwiya, ʿAmr, and their chief adherents. Muʿāwiya was nothing loth to follow his example. And so the world was edified by the spectacle of the two rival commanders of the Faithful uttering commination one against the other in the public prayers.


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Ye who convoked in Sarnen occupy.

Sarnen, one of the two Capitals of the Canton of Underwalden; the spot here alluded to is close to the town, and is called the Landenberg, from the Tyrant of that name, whose chateau formerly stood there. On the 1st of Jan. 1308, the great day which the confederated Heroes had chosen for the deliverance of their Country, all the Castles of the Governors were taken by force or stratagem; and the Tyrants themselves conducted, with their Creatures, to the frontiers, after having witnessed the destruction of their Strong-holds. From that time the Landenberg has been the place where the Legislators of this division of the Canton assemble. The scite, which is well described by Ebel, is one of the most beautiful in Switzerland.

The Bridges of Lucerne are roofed, and open at the sides, so that the Passenger has, at the same time, the


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 made its appearance. This I know, from experience, to be better than the use of all the insect powders combined.

To grow cauliflower to perfection, the ground needs extra heavy manuring, and the plants must be supplied with an abundance of water as soon as heads begin to form. Plants should stand the same distance apart as early cabbage. The outside leaves should be pinned together over the centre, to shield the head from the direct rays of the sun, which often cause it to turn green, thus rendering it inferior in quality or entirely unfit for use. Early Snowball and Erfurt are both good and reliable. Nowhere docs success depend more on the quality of the seed than in the cauliflower.

Sweet corn should be planted as soon as the ground is reasonably warm, in hills, three feet apart, three plants to a hill. The season for sweet corn can be greatly prolonged by planting early and late sorts, at intervals of a few weeks. There are many good early kinds, but I think the best late variety is Stowell’s Evergreen, which produces ears of the largest size, that romain in a condition fit for the table longer than those of any other variety of sweet corn.


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 If you wish to enjoy new potatoes early in the season, your seed potatoes must be planted as early in the spring as the ground can be prepared. Plant them one foot apart in the row and cover with the corn plow. I would advise the planting of medium-sized potatoes in preference to large ones cut to pieces. If large ones must be used cut them a few days beforehand, so that the newly cut surface may dry before planting, otherwise, there is danger of the pieces rotting in the ground, especially if there is much rain immediately after planting. The Early Ohio gave us excellent returns for several years in succession.

We will next take under consideration that portion of the garden devoted to the vegetables requiring the greater part of the season to mature. The most important of these are:—

Sow Egg Plant and Tomato seed in a hotbed and remove the young plants to a cold frame when three inches high, from whence do not remove them till the weather is settled and warm.

Egg Plant will repay the extra care it requires, and should be in every garden. Handle the plants very carefully in transplanting, and never remove them to the open ground before the nights are warm. At the North plants may be grown in flower pots plunged in a cold frame till the weather is sufficiently warm. Plants should stand 2½ feel apart in


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 the party either riding mp or down in the floating boats. The way was then taken to the Witton Salt Mines, which were illuminated, and the made of blasting and working the rock salt was explained by Mr. Thompson, the owner, and great interest was taken in collecting specimens of the fine crystals reformed in the water remaining on the floor of the mine. Returning to Chester, all dined together at the Grosvenor Hotel, after which the Chester Society of Natural Science received the members at their Museum, where great preparation was made by collections of microscopic and other objects. A hearty welcome was expressed by Prof. Hughes, the President, and most interesting addresses were given by Messrs. Hughes, Shone, Shrubsole, and De Ranee, on Local Antiquities, the Boulder Clay, the Origin of Salt, and Local Geology. On Wednesday, Mr. Hughes conducted the party around the walls of the city and the other objects of interest which so abound there. At the Town Hall, Mr. Jefferson showed some of the more interesting of the public documents, which he is examining on behalf of the Historical Commission, After dining together at the Queen's Hotel, the party separated with hearty thanks to those who had received she Club and taken so much pains to make the visit one of exceptional interest.

EVESHAM FIELD NATURALISTS' CLUB.—On Saturday afternoon, August 3lst, by the kind permission of E. C. Rudge, Esq., of the Abbey Manor, Evesham, the Club visited his grounds, and a very instructive and pleasant afternoon was spent in viewing his garden, greenhouse, and collection of curiosities, mostly dug up on the site of the Abbey. The party were accompanied by Mr. Herbert New, who gave some valuable information relating to Simon de Montfort, the Battle, the Abbey, &c. A meeting of the Club was held on Thursday evening, the 5th instant, Mr. J. S. Slater in the chair. It was decided to pay a visit to the Worcestershire Natural History Museum at Worcester, on Saturday, the 21st September, The annual meeting of the Club was arranged for Wednesday, the 23rd October.

NORTHAMPTON NATURAL HISTORY SOCIETY.—The principal field-day of the year was the one to Fotheringhay and Burleigh. A large party of members and friends proceeded on August 20th by L. & N.-W .R., to Elton Station, and then walked to Fotheringhay Castle, of which but one fragment of masonry is left, although the general plan of the castle can still be made out. From the keep a very picturesque view is obtained over the valley towards Oundle, and the moat sides are interesting to Botanists, as being the only habitat in Northants for Ranunculus parviflorus; Papavea sonniferumm, Hyoscyamus niger, Onopordon Acanthium (relics of the old castle garden) were also found, the thistle being called by the villagers Queen Mary's Thistle. In what was once the castle yard a fine bush of Cratægus oxyacanthoides was noticed. A short description of the old castle having been given, the interesting church was next visited. There an owl was disturbed and flew about the churchyard, close to the members, affording a close view of a rarely day-fling bird. Vehicles conveyed the members by portions of the old woods to Bedford TurlieusPurlieus [sic], the borders of the forest here and there being festooned with Clematis vitelba in rich profusion. The woolly-beaded thistle C. eriophorus, Inula conyza, Calamintha menthifolia, Origanum vulgare, Campanula glomerata, vars. cærriden and alba, and Euphrasia officinalis, were noticed passing Wansford, where Verbascum nigrum is to be found, and looking to the Nene specimens of Sium latifolium were seen. The party proceeded by the old north road to Thornhaugh, where the botanists left the party to visit Southorpe Marsh, and were well rewarded by finding Juncus obtusiflorus, Carex flora, Schœnus nigricans, Menganthes trifoliata, Parnassia palustris, Pedicalaris palustris, Carex vesicaria, Eriophorum angustifolium, E. latifolium, Eupatorium cannabinum, &c.

The calcareous borders of the road from here to Southorpe Quarries yielded Campunula glomereta, Asperula cynanchica, Gentiana Amarella, and Chlora perfoliata, the same plants being found on the quarries of Sonthorpe and Barnack. These quarries are the most productive of all the Northants localities for rare plants in spring time, being covered with Anemone Pulsatilla, Aceras anthropophora, Hippocrepis comosa, Astragalus hypoglottis, Antennaria dioica, Habenaria viridis, &c., but in August, as was to be anticipated, a different flora


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