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No factious dream annoy'd the common- Tho' Thebes threw wide her hundred gates weal,

again, When Britain's fate hung on thy lifted Her Nile join Ganges to the western main; steel;

Tadmor anew her beauteous columns rear, And when wild councils steer'd her palsie'd And pour spiced Asia over Europe's bier ; way.

And lost Byzantium, flaming to the skies,
No party warp'd thy saving arm astray. Light Athens lamp and bid her fortunes

Thy private hour, nor man, nor worlds

O could I pierce, propheric, future days,
And warm devotion chasten'd all thy soul;

And see the æra my fond heart displays, If aught that's frail dimm'd thy illustrious

When honest worth may bear unenvy'd day,

sway, It mark'd thee human, and still passed a

And, great, the man shall cheerily obey, way.

The coffer open'd by its owner's hand,

And not a tear hang chilling o'er the land. O would my people live and fight like

Then, mighty father of their shielding sea, thee,

Dearer and dearer will their Nelson be. Who'd fraud and rapine in their councils

He taught them how the age of


is see!

sought; Who'd see pow'r wielded with polluted He taught them dearly; where their bathands!

iles fought. Pride owe its state to wealth foul pow'r Secure they'll court the shade, secure the conimands!

sun, Wealth squeez'd from the wet brow, the

Beneath the battles his proud ensign won. snowy beard,

The lisping child will bless and bless his
Fromgroans and sighsO!are ye never heard,
Something I deen is slack'ning ancient

To all the winds the hards will give his

fame. O Asia, wilt thou o'er my islands rise !

In peace's bosom, or the storm of war, Pours luxury dangers from the torrid zone, His form august will guide the jovial tar; And lours corruption round a British He'll see him o'er the bowl, or in the blast, throne!

Or hear him cheery from the rocky mast;
Ah! rather, Britain, poor be thou again ;

The daring spirit ever in his eye,
Thy pois'ning convoys shrowded in the

Will tell him how to live, and how to die. main!

Fair of my Isles: ye too your charms will Convoys which gild the statesman's waste


The laurel'd honours of eternal spring; And which foul loans and contracts must

And ye their sons in latest ages tell,

He rose in glory, and in glory fell.
These seas were thine ere Raleigh stretch'd
his sail,

Or India mock'd thee with its spicy gale.
o be your pride within your million'd (None of our readers are probably igno-

rant of the occassion on which these verAnd yours the plough ; ye'll bless your mil- ses were sung, or of the author by whom lions more.

they are written. They are inserted O mighty Chief! were all like thee, what here at the request of several respectasword

ble subscribers.) Would bared be against thy British lord !

Were they not forced with those that Within thy cliffs would laws and rights en

should be ours, twine,

We might have met them dareful, beard With honour dearer than the minted mine;

to beard, And, wet with thine, and Britain's bravest

And beat them backwards home. blood,

SHAKESPEARE.. Who'd dare to wrest the trident of the flood:

AIR-Carrickfergus. Then peace might reign round your un- SINCE here we are set in array round castl'd shores,

the table, And Britain's song be heard where ocean Five hundred good fellows well ́met in roars,

a hall; Though Hell's black councils, and destruc- Come listen, brave boys, and I'll sing as tive pow'r,

I'm able, Europe's old Empires and their names de.' How Innocence triumphd, and Pride vour ;


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But push round the Claret;

Come, boys,
Come, stewards, don't spare it,

Drink it off merrily,---
With rapture you'll drink to the toasts that Sir David and POPHAM, and long may

they live.
Here, boys,
off with it merrily,

And then our revenue, Lord knows how

they view'd it! MELVILLE for ever, and long may he live.

While each petty Statesman talk'd lofty What were the Whigs doing, when boldly pursuing;

But the Beer-tax was weak, as if w. Pitt banished Rebellion, gave Treason had brew'd it, a string?

And the Pig-iron duty a shame to a pig: Why, they swore on their honour for Ar

In vain is their vaunting, THUR O'CONNOR,

Too surely there's wanting, And fought hard for Despard, against What judgment, experience, and steadiness country and King.

Well then we knew, boys,

Come, boys,
Pilt and MELVILLE were true

Drink about merrily,---

Health to sage MELVILLE, and long may And the tempest was raised by the friends he live. of reform. Ah, woe!

Our King too,--our Princess...I dare not Weep for his memory,

say, more, Sir,... Low lies the Pilot that weather'd the

May Providence watch them with mer

cy and might;

While there's one Scottish hand that can And pray don't you mind when the Blues first were raising,

wag a claymore, Sir,

They shall ne'er want a friend to stand And we scarcely could think the house


for their right. safe o'er our head,

Be damn'd he that dare not, When villains and coxcombs, French poli

For my pari, I'll spare not, tics praising;

To beauty amicted, a tribute to give ; Drove peace from our tables, and sleep.

Fill it up steadily,
from our bed ;

Drink it off readily,...
Our hearts they grew bolder,

Here's to the Princess, and long may she
When, musket on shoulder,

live, Stepp'd forth our old Statesman example to give,

And since we must not set Auld Reekie Come, boys, never fear,

in glory, Drink the Blue Grenadier,

And make her brown visage as light as Here's to old Harry, and long may he live.

her heart; They would turn us adrift ; though rely, Till each man illumine his own upper story

Nor law-book, nor lawyer, shall force us Sir, upon it, Our own faithful chronicles warrant us

to part;

In GqLLE, and Spthat, The free mountaineer, and his bonny blue

And some few good men, Sir, bonnet,

High talents we honour, slight difference Have oft gone as far as the regular's hat.


But the Brewer we'll hoax,
We laugh at their taunting,
For all we are wanting,

Tallyho to the Fox,
Is license our life for our country to give.

And drink MELVILLE for ever as long as Off with it merrily;

Horse, foot, and artillery,--Each Loyal Volunteer, long may he live.

Αγγελοσ ορνισ. . "Tis not us alone, boys,—the Army and DIC mihi, die Cytherea precor, miserere Navy,

precantis, Have each got a slap 'mid their politic Qua possim alloquio virginis arte frui. pranks;

Si neque fas herba molli ridere puella CORNWALLS cashier'd, that watch'd win- Si fas colloquio nec propiore frui, ters to save ye,

Aera per vacuum mittatur epistola nymphæ And the Cape callid a bauble, unwor. Aura patet, blandam mittere detur avem. thy of thanks.

1, liquidas secura ferens mandata per auras, But vain is their taunt,

1, levis O fugias blanda Columba, precor. No Soldier shall want,

Dum vacuum extentis circumspicis æthera The thanks that his Country to valour can pennis give;

Expediet facilem Cypria Divi fugam


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Te neque vis Boreæ, nec terreat auster When tossing on the stormy wave,

l'll often raise my wistful eyes, Quicquid habes, quicquid vis, potiare, To where my native realms extend, precor

And hail from far my native skies.
Non celerem accipitrem timeas, non aucu- I'll think on Nancy's lovely charms,
pis ictus,

kind heaven her to keep,
Præsidio veneris libera, carpe viam From danger and from terror free,
Sic ocnlos dominæ teneat mea litera pau. When distant far for her I weep.

Oh could I hope e'er to return,
Perlegat et dulces fida maria modos.

To see my moss-clad cot again,
Sive per Idalios myrtos et amena rosarum To hail my native hills and woods,

Intexat poeites liympha venusta pedes. And, raptured, hear the shepherd's strain ;
Sive levem thalami major jam cura more. To cheer my friends and dry their tears,

Sate from the battle's fierce alarms,
Tu simul ac cursu limina cara vides,

To hear the song of former years,
Sis memor assiduo rostro pulsare fenestram And rush to Nancy's longing arms.
Dum gratum a niveo pectore pendet

But some good spirit in my breast,

Loud tells ine l'll return no niort,
Accipiet te nympha sinu, fidæque minis-

But far from friends and sacred home,
Lætitia exultans oscula mille dabit.

My bones shall lie on Egypt's shore;

Where many heroes rushing on,
At moror, in silvis virgo dolet aspera fata

In front of battles dread array,
Meque putat falso non meminisse sui.
Dum tenet anxietas, veloci labere penna

Shall bravely find a glorious bed,

And bid adieu to cheerful day:
Spesque tui reditus causa salutis erit
Dum mare pervolitas cursu ; vel in hospita When prostrate on the sand I lie,

May I be numbered with the brave,
Seu loca qua placidis it Thamesinus a- And may my languid closing eye

See vict'ry's banners round me wave.
Te precibus sequar, O nostræ sis conscia When this last strain my breast shall heave,

My country, for thy sake I die,
I, fugias, nullis impedienda moris. And, Nancy, to thy distant form,
University of Edinburgha

I breathe my last, my fainting sigh.”

I. A.
June 21st, 1806.


On the Occasion of the Expedition to

Addressed to Miss
Tune, Mary's Dream.

“ The magic wand then let us wield

“ For ance when five an' forty's spiel'd, WHEN war's dread trumpet sounds a

. Then auld an' crazy, joyless, eild,

« Wi' wrinkl'd face,
And calls the soldier to depart,
When many a mother throbs with grief,

“ Comes hostin', hirplin', oure the field

“ Wi' creepin' pace.” And sorrow rends the lover's heart;

That night before the fleet set sail,
A soldier sought the wave-worn shore, HOOT, awa, ye havrel queen,
And poured his sorrows to the gale,

Lassie, ha’e na ye a saul?
And listened to the billow's roar.

Lassie, ha'e na ye twa een,

Hauds our loupin' hearts in thrall ?
He turned his eyes, bedimmed with tears,
Where Scotia's lofty hills arise,

Ken na ye that life's a feast,
While soft emotions thrilled his heart,

Spread before an unco crew ?
This strain he uttered 'mid his sighs-

Sensual man a mensless beast,
“ Farewell, loved Scotia's pleasant land,

Kens na whan his kytes are fou?
Thy heatby moors and vallies dear, Whan he on the haggis fa's,
Thy bow'rs of bliss, scenes of my youth, Tooth and nailchis wame he'll rive,
Thy tow'ring hills and streanis so clear. Whan the barmie cap he blaws,
Farewell, my parents, loving, kind,

Whackmhe'll'whaumle oure belyve.
My friends dear to the feeling heart;

But the caunie, decent chiel,
Farewell, sweet Nancy, lovely maid,

Sib to nae sic shameless guttie,
Dearer than life, -Oh, we must part ;

Keeps his maut aneath his meal,
And part perhaps to meet no more,

Mensfoulie thraws down his cuttie.
My country calls and I must go,
To Egypt's hot and distant land,

Some wi' puddin' lade their muns,
To meet in battle our dread foe.

Some to partitch ask a blessin'



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Ithers chow their baps an' buns,

Dinna fauld your han's and pray, ithers on the lang kail fasten,

For strength the tempter to withstan';

Tak' up your.parable an’ say.
And whan onie glaiket wish

Here's my heart, an' there's my han'.
Stechs an' connachs till it's staut ;
Out o' goud or timmer dish,

Syne like maukins spang away,,
Dool an' wae thraws in the saut.

Sowder hearts an' kipple han's,
Now the

Like gude bairns wha ay obey

Micher nature's strict comman's.
Worried up by saunt an' sinner,
Soon wad clag an' cloy the hause,

But gin lads are skeigh an' scaur,
Mak' us a' at sunket scunner,

For the pickle siller priggin',

Here's a heart that spurns like glaur,
Didna' pleasure's gladd’nin' bowl

Mailen, tocher, gear an' biggin'.
Keep our senses a' frae reistin',
Vivify the drousy soul,

Speel wi' me life's craigy brae,
Wonderfully help degeistin'?

Blythe as onie mavis liltin',

Trouth my dow ye'll ablins hae
Rowth o' whingin' torpid cuifs,

Some ill-faurder bodes ere beltin'.
Throu' the kintra sichen rin,
Wearin' baith their tongues an' hoofs, Glourin' doun the scroggie glen,
Kirsnen glee “ ungodly sin.”

Garnish'd roun' wi' birken spray,

Stans a hauddin' o'my ain',
Draunţin' gomrals—in a swarm,

Theiket weel wi' turs an' strae.
Oure the hip o' Whigray's hill,
Bum awa, an' spew your


Gaits and gimmers I ha’e gat;
Whare ye drank your drumlie yill.

Stools and stoups and corket bottles ;

Twa gude pingles and a pat,
It isna biggin' haly wa's,

Whare the sonsie haggis tottles.
It isna sack-claith on the skin,
It isna inward sabbin thraws

As for bags an' bings an' hoords,
The stark rigwoodie neck o'sin.

Maister Girnal's riften fou',
Lettin' a' our sheep an' gaits

And at parritch-time affords

Ay wherewith to lyth my broo.
Loup the wa's o' Reason's bught,
Lur'd by Folly's sensual baits,

Neist, my happiness to crown,
In her briars an' brambles caught.

I ha'e tragi-comic Willie ;

Mauchlin Rab, that unco loop,
Vitiates the springs o' bliss,

And his bonnie Enbrough billie.
Rusts the feelings, dims the sight,
Steeks the door o' happiness,

Sleckit Allan's rural glee,
Sinks our sauls in mirkest night.

Jamie Tanison's deathless page;
Tendin' weel our yows an' crocks,

And twa bunkers heapit wi'
Steekin'ilka hole an' gap,

Monie a douce auld farrant sage.
Lest the sly an’ wylie fox

Gae wi' me an* tend the yows
Slip at eenin' through the slap.

Whare the birks wi' fragrance drap,
Keeps our cotter souls prepar'd,

Whare the limpid burnie rowes,
Nature's awfu' debt to pay,

Meandring nature's velvet lap.
Fits us a' to face the Laird

Like twa linties we'll enjoy
On the siller clinkin' day.

Sinimer's bonnie gowden hour ;

Rich wi' bless whilk ne'er can cloy
Mackin' iJka passion tame,

Pleasures ritional an' pure.
Muzzlin' sic as growl an' grin,
Is the corner stane o' fame,

Whan the blythe gudeman o' day
Is the nack o'libbin' sin.

l'the dawn slips on his shoon,

Yokes his yauds an' skelps away,
Now my bonnie wunsom hen,

Gladd'nin' a' the kintra roun'.
Tak'a skair o'gude advice,
Whan a wooster lad comes ben,

He whase praise a' nature singa,
Pries your mou', an' spiers your price.

In his life-beuk will insert,
Gin his heart is leal an' warm,

Homage that spontaneous springs,
Gin his gait, his leuk, an' person,

Gushing frae the gratefou' heart.
Savours o' that nameless charm

Syne we'll range the glens an' fells,
Whilk nae poet e'er cou'd kirsen.

Whare our bleatin' wand'rers mae ;
Makin' Andrew Martin's Nell

Briary heughs an' dowie dells,

Seekin' sic as gang astray.
Daily threip an' nightly dream,
That her grouson joe himsel

(To be continued.)
Is a comely cherubim.

The TRIAL of LORD VISCOUNT ship was engaged in this public duty. This MELVILLE.

is a very conspicuous feature in this case,

and it is fit that it should not escape the (Concluded from p. 625.)

attention of your Lordships, or of the Thirteenth Day- May 15.

public THE business of this day opened with “ The noble defendant is accused of

the evidence on the part of the Noble having been the breaker of that law which Defendant

he himself framed. Before such a charge An order of Council was produced, and is considered just, it is right that the law read by Mr Barlow, dated the 27th of should be narrowly etamined, and correctFebruary 1795; by which it appeared that ly understood. the salaries of the Principal Secretaries of “ The object of the legislature manifestState, of which Lord Melville was one, ly was, to prevent the extraction of the were augmented to 6oool. a year, and of public money, until it was actually want. the Under Secretary to isool.

ed for the service, and by this expedient, Wm. Pollock, Esq. was called, and under: to prevent, as much as possible, any outwent a long examination, with respect to standing balances in the hands of the offithe salaries which had been received by cers of the establishment. The Treasurer the Noble Defendant, for various posts he was to require the money to be paid from held in the Executive Government; the the Exchequer to the Bank, but à prelimiresult of which Mr Plomer stated to be, nary circumstance was, that the Exchequer that, for the Home Department, Lord was to be called upon by the Board, and Melville had relinquished 86481. 135. 1d. to pay the sums of money wanted to the in the War Department, 26,0311. 78 sd Treasurer. making a total of 34,6801. os. 70. which, “ I speak from high authotity, when I in the magnanimity of his disposition, he quote from Lord Cowper, who tells us, had surrendered to his country.

that the wisdom and goodness of our laws Mr Adam now rose to conclude the case appears in ' nothing more than in the huon the part of the noble defendant, which manity with which they are administer. he'did to the following effect :

èd ; of those laws, (says he) which are “ My Lords, I am now to discharge an the glory of the country, and the envy of awful duty, rendered in one respect still its neighbours. I hope, my Lords, that more arduous by the emphatical and power

this sentiment will be treasured up in your ful reasoning submitted to your Lordships minds, and that you will not admit the eloby my learned colleague. " I hope I shall quence and dexterity of the honourable have resolution to perform what I have and learned manager to break in upon the undertaken, to collect, arrange, and deliver clear meaning and boundaries of the evimy thoughts in a way to make myself in. dence. Another subject I have likewise to telligible; and my best apology for intrud- implore your Lordships to remember, as ing myself upon your Lordships botice is a most important consideration in this case, this, that I shall endeavour to say nothing that the noble defendant has not a shilling that is not completely to the purpose. of the public money in his possession ; that

“ It is my intention to discuss the law he paid over the whole, and that the pub. in the first instance, unembarrassed by the lic have not suffered a sixpence, either by facts in evidence, that the legal part of the pecuniary loss, or by any interruption for a enquiry may not be so blended with the moment to the progress of the official narrative as to render them both obscure. business.

“ Before I state the construction I apply “ The object of these charges is to shew, to the 25th Geo. III. let me entreat your that Lord Melville had availed himself of Lordships to recollect one fact, and to rea money in his own hands, or of those of his tain it in your minds through all the ra- deputy, for the purposes of private emolu. mifications of this important case, and it is ment. The roble defendant is not here to this : That the noble and eminent person be tried for petty delinquency, for an acwho is under your adjudication, is, at the cidental occasional mistake, which indusmoment that am speaking to you, and try and ingenuity may discover; but he is has been ever since he left the office of here upon his trial, under a prosecution by Treasurer of the Navy, in this situation; the Commons of Great Britain, in the sihe owes not a shilling to the public; he tuation of a state criminal, for having sys. had paid up every farthing due from him, tematically and corruptly used the pube and not only this, but the navy has suffered lic money for private lucre. Whether it no impediment, and the country has sustain. was to gratify avarice, for satiating the de: ed no loss; no payment was ever procras- mands of extravagance, for maintaining the tinated during the whole time his Lorda state and dignity of his high office, is not Sept. 1806.


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