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ON THE DEATH OF T. J., ESQUIRE.
<7!f HIS morn, alas! another shock,
Had whispered ane,
And aft' him taen,
Frae a' his joys and sorrows here,
Sin' Herod's day.
Ye sons o' Justice, baith ane and a',
Ye'll sadly see
Can wanted be.
Lament, ye gentry o' the chase,
Then o'er his memory pour, alas!
Weep, a' ye gossips and gallants,
Ye ken ower weel,
Ye noo maun feel.
But, ah I Religion, dinna mourn;
Thy standard ne'er by him was borne—
Thy priests and saunts he laughed to scorn,
Whate'er their creed, And fain thy holy wreath waud torn
Frae aff their head.
Sae whare he's gane, wi' a' his sneers,
And I amang 'em,
ON THE MILLENNIUM.
j^AIL, blessed turn ! ecstatic change of things! Transporting era ! wrapt Isaiah sings, When the lone desert and the pathless waste, The howling wilderness by savage paced, Where hordes degraded grope in moral night, And Superstition reigns with sceptred right, Where deeds of darkness, cruelty, and rage, Revenge and death, the human fiend engage, Shall all the sweets of Lebanon assume, Like Carmel blossom, and as Sharon bloom, Yea, richly glow in Eden-like array, Nursed by the smiles of pure, unclouded day; And everywhere shall gloriously appear The flowing stream, the pool as crystal clear. No prowling lion shall those scenes pervade, Nor reeds and rushes lend the dragon shade, But gentle Peace, all lovely and divine, Shall spread her blessings sacred and benign, Bland, rich, impartial, free, and unconfined, O'er every cast and colour of our kind. One common weal shall every bosom fire, And true philanthropy each soul inspire. Strength from on high the weak shall then obtain, . The feeble knees their wonted powers regain,
The fearful heart new energies receive,
And doubt no more, but faithfully believe;
Those eyes that once were sealed in gloomy night
Shall gladly open on the cheering light;
The deaf shall hear, the dumb with joy shall sing,
"The halt and maimed away their crutches
fling." All shall rejoice in this auspicious time, As Christ shall rule the world from clime to
clime. Then all submission to His sway shall yield, And see in Him their guide and only shield. Their ground of hope, salvation's corner-stone, And on no other build than Him alone; Flock to his banner, it with joy surround, There pour their hymns of gratitude profound, Whose incense sweet shall everywhere arise Beneath the spacious concave of the skies.
WANT a hero, an uncommon want!"
I think I'll have a laughable and true one.
I'll pick out Mesmerism as a new one;
Some style the present as the favoured age—
This I confess, and frankly must engage
From conscience in this truth to take a part;
And inch by inch a contest will I wage
'Gainst every vile opposing head and heart,
Who dares outrage the feeling of this nation,
By blasting her great name and reputation.
For she is high in virtue, worth, esteem;
Her valour, honour, far transcend all praise; Earth's moral sun, whose bright and steady beam Diffuses glorious light a thousand ways: The home of art and science some her deem;
To prove they're right—but mark the vast displays