which were said to have been written by this arch-pirate, and sent by him to Corunna, whence he sailed:

"Come all you brave boys, whose courage is bold,
Will y' venture with me, and I'll glut you with gold?
Make haste to Corunna, where a ship you shall find,
Now call'd the Fancy, which will pleasure your mind.
Captain Every is in her, and calls her his own;
He will box her about before he has done;

French, Spanish, and Portuguese, and Heathen likewise,

He has made a war with until that he dies.

Her model's like wax, and she sails like the wind,
She's rigged and fitted, and curiously finn'd,

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And has all things convenient for our design :

God bless his poor Fancy, she's bound for the Mine.
Fair Plymouth, farewell! and Catdown be d-n'd !

I once was part owner of most of that land;
But as I'm dissolv'd, I will abdicate

My person from England, to attend on my fate.
Then away from this frigid and temperate zone,
To one that's more torrid you'll find I am gone,
With a hundred and fifty brave sparks of this age,
Who are fully resolv'd their foes to engage.
Those northern climates are not thrifty to me:
I'll rifle th' Antartick, which some men shall see ;
And I am not afraid to let the world know,
That to the South Seas and Persia I'll go.

Our names shall be blazed, and spread through the

sky,

For a great many places I hope to descry,
Where never an Englishman yet has been seen,
Nor any proud Dutchman can say he has been.
My commission is large, for I made it myself,
And the capstern will stretch it full larger by half.
It was dated at Corunna, believe it, my friend,
From the year ninety-three until the world end.
I honour St. George, and his colours I'll wear,
And quarter I'll give, but no nation I'll spare.
The world must assist me in what I do want,
And I'll give you my bill when money grows scant :
But this I do say, and do solemnly swear,

He that strikes to St. George the better shall fare;
But he that refuses, shall suddenly spy

:

Strange colours on board of my Fancy to fly
Four chevers of gold in a bloody field,
Environ'd with green, and this is my shield.
Yet call but for quarter before you do see
A bloody flag out, which is our decree,
No quarters to give, no quarters to take;
We save nothing living; alas! 'tis too late!
For we are all sworn by the bread and the wine,-
Most serious we are, as any divine.

Now this is the course I intend for to steer,

My false-hearted nation, to you I declare,

I have done ye no wrong, thou must me forgive,

For the sword shall maintain me as long as I live"

DR. JOHN LEYDEN.

"His bright and brief career is o'er,
And mute his tuneful strains;
Quenched is his lamp of varied lore,
That loved the light of song to pour :-
A distant and a deadly shore

Has LEYDEN's cold remains!"

WALTER SCOTT.

SCOTLAND may Iwell boast of the number of her sons, who, in spite of poverty and humble birth, have risen to eminence and fame; and among these, none deserves a nobler place than the accomplished Leyden.

The son of a humble cotter in Teviotdale, his genius and assiduity burst through all the obstacles which enveloped his path, and placed him in the highest rank among the literati of his country. But though that barren country is so fruitful in the production of men of talent, she is, unfortunately, incapable of maintaining them, and they are compelled to wander over the wide world in search of that subsistence which is denied to them at home. Of this, Leyden affords a melancholy instance. Gifted with extraordinary talents, which he had cultivated with unwearied exertion;-distinguished alike

for his devotion to the Muses, and for his uncommon learning, which embraced not only a profound knowledge of the classical and modern languages of Europe, but also an intimate acquaintance with many Oriental tongues;— with all these advantages combined, he found it impossible to gain more than a scanty and precarious subsistence in his native land; and, after being with difficulty persuaded to relinquish the scheme of adding his name to the long list of victims of African Discovery, he set sail for the East Indies, in the capacity of AssistantSurgeon. Here, his great talents pointed him out to the notice, and conciliated for him the esteem of Lord Minto, then Governor-General, by whom he was appointed to several public employments of trust and consequence; but he ultimately fell a sacrifice to his zeal for improvement, and the pestilential climate of Batavia, in the thirty-sixth year of his age.

Of his unconquerable industry, the following anecdote is related by Sir John Malcolm. "He was so ill at Mysore, soon after his arrival from England, that Mr. Anderson, the surgeon who attended him, despaired of his life; but though all his friends endeavoured, at this period, to

prevail upon him to relax in his application to study, it was in vain. He used, when unable to sit upright, to prop himself up with pillows, and continue his translations. One day that I was sitting by his bed-side, the surgeon came in. 'I am glad you are here,' said Mr. Anderson, addressing himself to me, you will be able to persuade Leyden to attend to my advice. I have told him before, and I now repeat, that he will die if he does not leave off his studies, and remain quiet.'- Very well, Doctor,' exclaimed Leyden; 'you have done your duty, but you must now hear me; I cannot be idle; and whether I die or live, the wheel must go round to the last' and he actually continued, under the depression of a fever and a liver complaint, to study more than ten hours each day.”

His feelings on the subject of his exile from his home and country, are well depicted in the following beautiful little poem.

ODE TO AN INDIAN GOLD COIN.

Written in Chéricál, Malabar.

Slave of the dark and dirty mine!

What vanity has brought thee here?

How can I love to see thee shine

So bright, whom I have bought so dear?