Every charm more finely heighten'd, Save the heart's more ardent beat? ALEXANDER Rodger. O THINK IT NOT STRANGE. O THINK it not strange that my soul is shaken, These tears, like a summoning spell, awaken A bird, that its summer-eve tale is telling; They are here, with dark recollections laden, The gloom of his pride, who was her's in vain. We met never more-and her faith was plighted, And these are the thoughts which thy tones awaken, W. KENNEDY. COME TO THE BANKS OF CLYDE. AIR-" March to the battle field." COME to the Banks of Clyde, Where health and joy invite us; Enrobed in green, she smiles serene- Come to the Banks of Clyde, There waiteth to delight us. Mark how the verdant lea, With daisies she is strewing; Hark! now, on every tree, The birds their mates are wooing: Love wakes the notes that swell their throats, Love makes their plumage brighter; Old Father Clyde, in all his pride, Ne'er witness'd bosoms lighter; Mark! how the verdant lea, With daisies she is strewing; Hark! how, on every tree, The birds their mates are wooing. ALEX. RODger. WHAT THE BODY WANTED WI' ME. A CARL cam' to our town, Whan little we war thinkin', Sic pauky blinks he gae me,- What the body wanted wi' me. He said he was a lairdie, O' riggs and roughness plenty, Had he wauchled wast to see me Still I wonder'd in my mind, What the body wanted wi' me. He took me by the hand so shy, I bade the cadgie carl devawl, "I'll tarry nane to tell," quoth he, I'm coothly come your luve to win- When youth and beauty were my boast, But sair I've rued my scorn sinsyne, I laid a laithfu' loof in his But fain the fool was o' me, Now back comes beauty wi' a bang- As ance mysel', my siller now, Has charms, and choice o' lovers ; G. MACINDOE. JOCK, RAB, AND TAM; OR, NATURAL REQUISITES FOR THE LEARNED PROFESSIONS. "OH what'll we do wi' Jock, gudeman? It's like he'll ne'er do weel He's aye at the head of a' mischief, And just as cunnin's the Deil." "Ah! hech he'll yet be a man, gudewife, O' whilk we'll baith be proud— We'll gie the callan a while o' the schule, "An' what'll we do wi' Rab, gudeman— To plow and saw, to shear and maw, "Ah! hech! he'll yet be a man, gudewife, O' whilk we'll baith be proud We'll gie the callan a while o' the schule, "But what'll we do wi' Tam, gudeman, A gapin', glourin', witless coof, He's gude for nocht ava'!" Ah! hech he'll yet be a man, gudewife, We'll gie the callan a while o' the schule, ALEX. LAING. THE LAKE IS AT REST. AIR-"Angels whisper." THE lake is at rest, love, The sun's on its breast, love; The richest flow'rs blowing A picture of bliss, and an emblem of thee: Then oh! fairest maiden, The beauties of heaven, o'er mountain and lea; The glories that brighten, For they are, dear Anna, sweet emblems of thee. |