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Then o'er his memory pour, alas !
A kindred tear.

Weep, a' ye gossips and gallants,
In private dens and public haunts,
Ye've lost your king: a warld o' wants,
Ye ken ower weel,

At a' your dinners, balls, and rants
Ye noo maun feel.

But, ah! 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,
His taunts, and mocks, and witty jeers,
Lord knows; still mony hae their fears,
And I amang 'em,

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;
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.

ON MESMERISM.

WANT a hero, an uncommon want!"
So sung the noble Author of Don Juan;
But I a subject, and with little cant,

I think I'll have a laughable and true one.
Among the many of a daily grant,

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—
The age of science, literature, and art;
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

Of every branch of wisdom and of knowledge-
All speak and reason as if just from College.

But what has been discovered of late time,
By our philosophers of every station,
To mention would but oddly suit my rhyme,
And tease the reader like a new taxation;
I hate details, no matter how sublime,

As truth's oft mystified by explanation;
All surely know the length steam has advanced,
Since Watt's tea-kettle lid in Glasgow danced.

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,
And triumphed in the island of the free-
Who would have thought the kettle had contained
Such complex wonders as we daily see?
Strange the perfection which has been attained,
And what great novelties may further be:

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