And taught him early to adore

Her tempting smile,

Whether on India's pictur'd shore

Or Britain's isle

Ye classic fields, whar valour bled!
Whar patriots strave, but never filed!
Ye plains, wi' smiling plenty clad,

A lang adieu!

A dark'ning cloud wi' ills ow'rspread

Obscures the view!

A warning voice, sad owre the main
Cries, Haste ye!-haste !-break aff the strain:
Strevlina's towers and peerless plain

Ye'll ne'er review!

Dear haunts o' youth, and luve's saft pain,

A last adieu !

SCOTLAND'S SCAITH,

OR,

THE HISTORY O' WILL AND JEAN,

OWRE TRUE A TALE.

So shall thy poverty come, as one that travelleth; and thy

want as an armed man.

PROV.

WILL AND JEAN.

PART I.

WHA was ance like Willie Gairlace,
Wha in neeboring town or farm?
Beauty's bloom shone in his fair face,
Deadly strength was in his arm!

Wha wi' Will could rin, or wrastle?
Throw the sledge, or toss the bar?
Hap what would, he stood a castle,
Or for safety, or for war:

Warm his heart, and mild as manfu',
Wi' the bauld he bauld could be;
But to friends wha had their handfu'
Purse and service aye ware free.

Whan he first saw Jeanie Miller,
Wha wi' Jeanie could compare ?-
Thousands had mair braws and siller,
But ware ony half sae fair?

Saft her smile raise like May morning,
Glinting owre Demait's brow:

One of the Ochil Hills near Sterling-Dun-ma-chit (Gaelic,) the hill of the good prospect. It is pronounced De-myit.

Sweet! wi' opening charms adorning
Strevlin's lovely plain below!

Kind and gentle was her nature;
At ilk place she bare the bell ;-
Sic a bloom, and shape, and stature !—
But her look nae tongue can tell!

Sic was Jean, whan Will first mawing,
Spied her on a thraward beast;
Flew like fire, and just when fa'ing
Kept her on his manly breast.

Light he bare her, pale as ashes,

Cross the meadow, fragrant, green!
Plac'd her on the new-mawn rashes,
Watching sad her opening een.

Sic was Will, whan poor Jean fainting
Drapt into a lover's arms;

Waken'd to his saft lamenting;

Sigh'd, and blush'd a thousand charms :

Soon they loo'd, and soon ware buckled; Nane took time to think and rueYouth and worth and beauty cuppled; Luve had never less to do.

Three short years flew by fu' canty,

Jean and Will thought them but ane; Ilka day brought joy and plenty,

Ilka year a dainty wean;

Will wrought sair, but aye with pleasure; Jean the hale day span and sang;

*The ancient name of Stirling.