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Tarse classic margins of the silver Tay
First saw the prowess of the godlike Hay*;
Here with his gallant stripling sons he stood,
While flow'd around him streams of Danish blood.

The battle of Luncarty was fought in the tenth eentury be. in the reign of Kenneth the third King of Scotland. The Scots waited for the Danes after their landing, on the plains of Lunwhich the Scots were giving way on all sides. Hay, a peasant, issue of the day, and, armed with only such weapons as his occupation furnished him with, by the force of his valeur, courage... and heroic. behaviour, be was not only instrumental in stemming troops of the Scuts, that they callied, repulsed, and effectually obliged the Danes to retire in great disorder to their ships, which of the gallant archievennent of the heroic peasant, he created

Hail land beloved! thy plains produced a man, Who“ march'd in freedom's cause, and led the vani Whose arm uplifted broke th' invading band, While Independence blessed his native land Oh I could kneel and kiss the sacred soil, Which grew prolific from the Heroe's toil; Which nerv'd the sinewy giant arm, that broke, The wretched bondage of a foreign yoke, And sav'd his country when around her pour'd The savage legions of a race abhorråd. And as amid these wrecks of time I'tracc, With pilgrim footsteps, this respected place, Which saw the splendid actions of your sire, Actions succeeding ages still admire ; By airy beings spoke methinks I hear, These sounds celestial, warble in my ear: “ Oh may the noble lineage thus begun, Increase in splendor by cach virtuous son; " And may each beauteous daughter still'unite, " An Angel's goodness, with the Hero's might; “ And as old Time advances, may the name “ Still bloom immortal, in the fields of Fame!"

himn Earl of Frroll, and gave him as much land as a Falcon flez over before he alighted. The flight of the bird happened to, be over the rich plain of Gowrie, commonly called the garden ut** Scotland.-- From an origin so truly noble are descended the fami. lies of the Earls Erroll and Kinnoul and the Marquis of TweeHale; and if true benevolence, exalted dignity, and personal beauty, any way distinguish the human character, the descend. ants of so noble à progenitor prove themselves not only ennobled by the King of Scotland but by the King of Kings.

R. Ca


Of a Medical Conversation between two Apothecaries, on a

wet Day in October, while their Patient was expiring of a Dropsy.

Pulse doubly felt, and stay protracted
To hear from Nurse how draughts had acted;
From the sick sufferer both retire,
And rang'd before the parlour fire,
“ Well, Sir," says Æsculapius Drug,
And drew his chair to Galen Smug,

Well, Sir,-I think--but take this seat,
'Tis warmer, " Dear Sir."-". I entreat:
Freely to state the case before us.-
(This black-dyed cloth's so very porous,
And worn withal so very thin,
I'm almost wetted to the skin).
But really, Sir, and much I dread it,
This case will do us little credit,-
(Had I of such a soaking thought,
My large umbrella I'd have brought.)**
" Why, Sir,” (says Galen), “ I confess
My apprehensions are not less;
For though I've tartar tried, and squills,
Fast as 'tis drain'd, the venter fills :
What process, Sir, occurs to you-
Mix the same dose, or try some new ?"**

" Why, Sir, (I'm getting somewhat dryer;
Some coals here to the parlour fire),
In hydrop cases, talis qualis,
Our nostrum is the digitalis :

th' abdomen well,
And aqueous tumors will expel,
Either by peristaltic motion,
Or ore ab-almost an ocean.”
" True, Sir;--And yet on old Huck Saunders,
When he had dropsy, gout, and jaundice,
About six days before he died,
The drastic you propose, was tried :
And when 'twas done, the Doctor swore,
• Had he as many lives, and more
Than cats entail. Judæus credit),
To save them all, he'd not repeat it.'
But maugre this--in draught or pill
I'll give it-desperandum nil:
Ultimum valethat's my notion-
I too will send a potent potion:
At least, it's action will be brief,
And Nature now asks bold relief."

They parted, to meet there no more
The patient's sufferings soon were o'er !

When Rochester doubted if one of his fry,

By disease or a cord would from life be ejected ; “ My Lord," quoth the wag; " that depends whether I

By your mistress or principles first am infected.”

G. II. D.




Now that Winter, with gloomy and rigorous sway, Hurls his tempests, his sleet, and his snow all the day,

And keeps us besieg'd by the fire, Let us drown in the glass all our cares as we ought, Nor give taxes, and parties, and statesmen a thought

Nor who fights and who conquers enquire. I know, dear Menard, all the works that you write, Fruits immortal of many a slumberless, night,

Will live till the world meets its doom: But what will it boot you, dear friend, that your name Shall surely be read in the temple of Fame,

feed the worms of the tombs Quit, quit then a toil which in vain you bestow! Of our nectar delicious in torrents shall flow

The ruby-red sparkling stores. More ruddy and bright will our nectar be found, Than that which young Ganymede, passing around,

In the cups of the deities pours. "Tis wine that so swiftly speeds onward the years, That each scarce a day to our fancy appears :

"Tis wine makes us youthful once more:

When you

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