Then o'er his memory pour, alas ! Weep, a' ye gossips and gallants, At a' your dinners, balls, and rants But, ah! Religion, dinna mourn; And fain thy holy wreath waud torn Sae whare he's gane, wi' a' his sneers, He's taen the left-if not, some swears The deil he'll wrang him. ON THE MILLENNIUM. 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 ob tain, The feeble knees their wonted powers regain, The fearful heart new energies receive, And doubt no more, but faithfully believe; 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, ON MESMERISM. 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; But, gentle reader, let me lay before ye What follows here, to introduce my story. Some style the present as the favoured age— '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 Of every branch of wisdom and of knowledge- But what has been discovered of late time, As truth's oft mystified by explanation; Whence sprung those engines which our boats propel, 'Gainst wind and weather, o'er the surgy wave; And railway coaches, which have sent to hell, Or at the least to a precocious grave, Their mangled thousands, horrible to tell, Without a moment mercy then to crave; And power-looms, saw-mills, all kinds of machines: But then they've damned our country by those means. Thus have discovery and invention reign'd, |