"But hark! the cock has warned me hence; A long and last adieu! Come see, false man, how low she lies, The lark sung loud; the morning smiled He hied him to the fatal place And stretched him on the green-grass turf And thrice he called on Margaret's name, Then laid his cheek to her cold grave, THE BIRKS OF INVERMAY THE smiling morn, the breathing spring, Invite the tunefu' birds to sing; And, while they warble from the spray, Love melts the universal lay. Let us, Amánda, timely wise, Like them, improve the hour that flies; For soon the winter of the year, Robert Crawford. About 1700 AUTHOR of Tweedside," and "The Bush aboon Traquair." He assisted Allan Ramsay in his "Tea Table Miscellany." He was drowned on his return from France in 1733. THE BUSH ABOON TRAQUAIR. HEAR me, ye nymphs, and every swain, That day she smiled and made me glad, Yet now she scornful flees the plain, Ye rural powers, who hear my strains, Philip Doddridge. (Born 1702. A CELEBRATED English divine, born in London, 26th June 1702. His father was a clergyman in the English Church, but died while he was only thirteen. Doddridge, from conscientious motives, joined the Nonconformists; he soon became one of their most popular ministers, and in 1729 he was settled at Northampton. He is the author of many hymns, which are to be found in almost every collection of sacred poetry died on 26th October 1751. Не SELF-DEDICATION REVIEWED. O HAPPY day that fix'd my choice Now rest my long-divided heart, Nor ever from thy Lord depart, High Heav'n, that heard the solemn vow Till in life's latest hour I bow, And bless in death a bond so dear. THE HEAVENLY SABBATH. LORD of the Sabbath! hear us pray, The songs which from thy people rise. Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord! we love; To that our lab'ring souls aspire, P In thy bless'd kingdom we shall be Lord of the Sabbath! hear us pray, William Hamilton. { Born 1704 Died 1754 WILLIAM HAMILTON of Bangour, in Ayrshire, a Scottish gentleman of rank, became early distinguished for his poetical talents, and was the delight of the gay circles in his own country. He joined the standard of Prince Charles, and became the laureate of the Jacobites. After Culloden he narrowly escaped to France; but obtaining a pardon he returned to his paternal estate. He is the author of the beautiful ballad "The Braes of Yarrow." BRAES OF YARROW. A. Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny bride; Pu'ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow. Pu'ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow. B. Why does she weep, thy bonny, bonny bride? A. Lang maun she weep, lang maun she, maun she weep, Pu'ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow. For she has tint her lover, lover dear, That e'er pu'd birks on the Braes of Yarrow. Hung on the bonny birks of Yarrow? What's yonder floats on the rueful, rueful flude? Upon the duleful Braes of Yarrow. Wash, O wash his wounds, his wounds in tears, Then build, then build, ye sisters, sisters sad, His helpless fate on the Braes of Yarrow. His comely breast, on the Braes of Yarrow. Did I not warn thee not to lo'e, And warn from fight? but to my sorrow; O'er rashly bauld a stronger arm Thou met'st, and fell on the Braes of Yarrow. Sweet smells the birk, green grows, green grows the grass, Yellow on Yarrow bank the gowan, Fair hangs the apple frae the rock, Sweet the wave of Yarrow flowin'. Flows Yarrow sweet? as sweet, as sweet flows Tweed. As green its grass, its gowan as yellow, As sweet smells on its braes the birk, |