Thanks t'ye, Captain, for this fwatch My service due Please gi'e to Matthew Cumin *, Has play'd his part, And fent them true and trim in. * Merchant in Glasgow, and one of the late magistrates of that city 1721. TO THE MUSIC CLUB. ERE on old Shinar's plain the fortress rose, Till daring crimes brought accents more confus'd; The primar speech with notes harmonious clear, As when a richly-fraughted fleet is loft AA 3 ; Amphion's Amphion's fons, with minds elate and bright, Thus plunge th' unbounded ocean of delight, And daily gain new stores of pleasing founds, To glad the earth, fixing to spleen its bounds; While vocal tubes and confort strings engage To speak the dialect of the golden age. Then you, whose fymphony of fouls proclaim Your kin to heav'n, add to your country's fame, And fhew that mufic may have as good fate In Albion's glens, as Umbria's green retreat; And with Correlli's foft Italian fong Mix "Cowdenknows," and "Winter nights are "long :" Nor fhould the martial "Pibrough" be defpis'd; Own'd and refin'd by you, these shall the more be priz'd. Each ravish'd ear extols your heav'nly art, Which foothes our care, and elevates the heart; Whilft hoarfer founds the martial ardours move, And liquid notes invite to fhades and love. Hail! fafe restorer of diftemper'd minds, That with delight the raging paffions binds Extatic concord, only banish'd hell, Most perfect where the perfect beings dwell. Long may our youth attend thy charming rites, Long may they relish thy transported fweets. AN EPISTLE TO MR. JAMES ARBUCKLE; DESCRIBING THE AUTHOR. EDINBURGH, January 1719. As errant knight, with fword and pistol, Or like extemporary quaker, * Wafting his lungs, t' enlighten weaker Thus *The Teutonic philofopher, who wrote volumes of unintelligible enthufiaftic bombaft. Thus I (no longer to illustrate With heap of language, and no matter,) As they'd been daft.-Here ends the preface. Good Mr. James Arbuckle, Sir, Where * Vide Mr. Arbuckle's Poem on Snuff. + Having been in his native Ireland, vifiting his friends. |