He will think on her he loves,
Fondly he'll repeat her name;
For where'er he distant roves,
Jockey's heart is still at hame.

SONG.

Mr Peggy's face, my Peggy's form,
The frost of hermit age might warm;
My Peggy's worth, my Peggy's mind,
Might charm the first of human kind.
I love my Peggy's angel air,
Her face so truly, heavenly fair,
Her native grace so void of art,
But I adore my Peggy's heart.

The lily's hue, the rose's dye,
The kindling lustre of an eye;
Who but owns their magic sway,
Who but knows they all decay!
The tender thrill, the pitying tear,
The generous purpose, nobly dear,
The gentle look, that rage disarms,
These are all immortal charms.

WRITTEN

In a Wrapper enclosing a Letter to Capt. Grose, to be left with Mr. Cardonnel, Antiquarian.

Tune, Sir John Malcolm.'

KEN ye ought o' Captain Grose?

Igo, & ago,

If he's amang his friends or foes,

Iram, coram, dago.

Is he South, or is he North?

Igo, & ago,

Or drowned in the river Forth?

Iram, coram, dago:

Where'er he be, the Lord be near him!

Igo, & ago,

As for the deil, he daur na steer him.

VOL. XXXIX.

Iram, coram, dago.

H

But please transmit the' enclosed letter,
Igo, & ago,

Which will oblige your humble debtor.

Iram, coram, dago.

So may ye hae auld stanes in store,
Igo, & ago,

The very stanes that Adam bore.

Iram, coram, dago.

So may ye get in glad possession,

Igo, & ago,

The coins o' Satan's coronation!

Iram, coram, dago.

TO ROBERT GRAHAM, ESQ.

OF FINTRY,

ON RECEIVING A FAVOUR.

I CALL no goddess to inspire my strains,
A fabled Muse may suit a bard that feigns;
Friend of my life! my ardent spirit burns,
And all the tribute of my heart returns,
For boons accorded, goodness ever new,
The gift still dearer, as the giver you.

Thou orb of day! thou other paler light! And all ye many sparkling stars of night; If aught that giver from my mind efface; If I that giver's bounty e'er disgrace; Then roll to me, along your wandering spheres, Only to number out a villain's years!

EPITAPH ON A FRIEND.

AN honest man here lies at rest,
As e'er God with his image blest;

The friend of man, the friend of truth;
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue_warm'd,
Few heads with knowledge so inform❜d:
If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.

A GRACE BEFORE DINNER.

O THOU, who kindly dost provide
For every creature's want!

We bless thee, God of Nature wide,

For all thy goodness lent:

And, if it please thee, Heavenly Guide,
May never worse be sent ;

But whether granted, or denied,
Lord, bless us with content!

Amen!

To my dear and much honour'd Friend, Mrs. Dunlop, of Dunlop.

ON SENSIBILITY.

SENSIBILITY, how charming,

Thou, my friend, canst truly tell; But distress with horrors arming, Thou hast also known too well!

Fairest flower, behold the lily,
Blooming in the sunny ray :
Let the blast sweep o'er the valley,
See it prostrate on the clay.

Hear the wood-lark charm the forest,
Telling o'er his little joys:
Hapless bird! a prey the surest,
To each pirate of the skies.

Dearly bought the hidden treasure,

Finer feelings can bestow;
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure,
Thrill the deepest notes of woe.