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Thou thyselfhast been thoughtless-profligates bail
But to morrow all care shalt thou bury,
When my little history thou offerest for sale,
In the interim spend me and be merry.
Never, never cried I, thou'rt my Mentor-my muse,
And, grateful, thy dictates fulfilling.

I'll hoard thee in my heart-thus mean counsel refuse,

Till the lecture comes from the last shilling.

THE ROYAL MINSTREL.

Long within the Danish camp
Had the sound of wassail rung,
In their king's pavilion long
#Had the Danish minstrel sung;
When a Saxon bard there came,
With harp of simplest frame,-
But notes were notes of flame
Which it flung!

I dare not give its lay!

It hath suffer'd wrong from time,
And its spirit ill would brook

The chains of modern rhyme:
The old Denmarks name it rose,
In her glory rung its close,
And the cheers of England's foes
Drowned the chime.

But beneath the seeming praise
There lay iron and scorn,
Which the jealous bards have caught,
And have round in whispers borne.

The kings and nobles laughed

At the hint they gave, and quaff'd
And a deeper, merrier draught
Till the morn.

The morn had scarcely broke

On the land and on the wave, When around the Danish camp

Throng'd the best of England's brave—
Still beamed the morning star,
From its misty heights afar, C
When the Danes awoke to war
And the grave!

That minstrel led the fight! 1
He was England's martial lord,
The glorious Alfred, famed

For the lyre as for the sword!
Joy! joy to tower and town,
Joy! joy! to dale and lawn;
Our monarch to his crown

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Is restored!

A ROSE TREE IN FULL BEARING.

A Rose tree in full bearing, *

Had sweet flowers fair to see;
One rose, beyond comparing,

For beauty attracted me.
Though eager once to win it, but
Lovely, blooming, fresh, and gay,
I found a canker in it

And so threw it far away.

I found this morning early, p
The sun shining clear and bright,

So late I lov'd you dearly,

Though now I've lost each fond delight. The clouds seem big with showers,

Sunny beams no more are seen; Farewell, ye happy hours! Falsehood has chang'd the scene.

ELLEN AND LINDOR.

On beds of snow the moon-beam slept,
And chilly was the midnight gloom,
When by the grave poor Ellen wept,
Sweet maid! it was her Lindor's tomb.
A warm tear gush'd, the wintry air,
Congeal'd it as it flow'd away;
All night it lay an ice-drop there,
At morn it glitter'd in the ray.

An angel, wand'ring from her sphere,
Who saw this bright, this frozen gem,
To dew-eyed pity brought the tear,
And hung it on her diadem.

MAGGIE LAUDER.

Wha wadna be in love

Wi' bonny Maggie Lauder ? A piper met her gaun to Fife,

And spier'd what was't they ca'd her; Right scornfully she answered him, Begone, ye hallensbanker!

Jog on your gate, you bladderskate,
My name is Maggie Lauder.

Maggie, quoth he, and by my bags,
I'm fidging fain to see thee;
Sit down by me my bonny bird,

In troth I winna steer thee;
For I'm a piper to my trade,

My name is Rob the Ranter,
The lasses loup as they were daft,
When I blow up my chanter.
Piper, quoth Meg, hae you your bags,
Or is your drone in order?
If you be Bob, I've heard of you,
Live you upo' the border?
The lasses a', baith far and near,
Hae heard of Rob the Ranter,
I'll shake my foot wi' right good will,
Gif you'll blaw up your chanter.

Then to his bags he flew wi' speed,
About the drone he twisted;
Meg up and wallop'd o'er the green,
For brawly could she frisk it.

Weel done, quoth he-play up, quoth she→ Weel bob'd quoth Rob the Ranter;

"Tis worth my while to play, indeed,

When I hae sic a dancer.

Weel hae you play'd your part, quoth Meg,
Your cheeks are like the crimson;
There's nane in Scotland plays sae weel,
Since we lost Habby Simson;

I've liv'd in Fife, baith maid and wife,
These ten years and a quarter;
Gin you should come to Anster Fair,
Spier ye for Maggie Lauder.

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TOASTS AND SENTIMENTS.

Victoria-may she merit the esteem and affection of a people always ready to bestow the meed of gratitude on them who really deserve it. Health to the Queen, prosperity to the people— « and may the ministry direct their endeavours to the public good, rather than engage in party distinctions.

May the blossoms of liberty never be blighted. May equity govern each branch of the law. May we never want spirit and resolution to protect and defend our independence against the powerful attack of unbridled ambition.

May paper-credit never lend to corruption wings

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May we, as Christians, be zealous without uncharitableness-as subjects, loyal without servility and, as citizens, free without faction.

Long life, pure love, and boundless liberty.
Love and opportunity.

Love's slavery.

May we always detest the malice of those who attempt to disunite the interest of our Queen and country, which should ever be inseparable. Love, liberty, and length of blissful days. Holy pastors, honest magistrates and humane rulers, Honour and affluence to the patrons of trade, liberty, and property.

Improvement to the inventions of our country.

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