ODD-FELLOWSHIP.

I.

MAY Odd-Fellowship flourish for ever and ever, Let it cover the earth, and its blessing go free; May its influence cease to exist never, never; Success to the Order in Bonnie Dundee.

II.

Since men of all creeds, and men of all nations,
Can mingle among you, it's surely divine;
Odd-Fellowship makes us all brothers, relations,
Whose bosoms in union eternally twine.

III.

Hail! herald of happiness! blessed reality!
Peace-making messenger over the world!
Hail to thy spread-to thy universality!
Hail to thy banner of Freedom unfurled !

IV.

Friend of the wanderer, though in a distant land; Hope of the widow when wailing below;

Friend of the fatherless! thou hast a bounteous hand

Staff of the aged-dispeller of woe.

V.

Rejoice each and all of us! every one join we now, Welcome the Order again and again;

Hail to the motto it bears on its worthy brow— "Plenty, and Peace, and Good Will toward men."

VI.

May Odd-Fellowship flourish for ever and ever!

Let it cover the earth, and its blessings go free! May its influence cease to exist never, never!

Success to the Order in Bonnie Dundee!

MY MASTER.

I.

WHEN first I to the school did gae Whiles greeting sair, whiles unco wae, He learned me the A, B, C,

My Master.

II.

He put me through the spelling-book,
Till I on it would scarcely look;

Me to a higher class he took

My Master.

III.

He made me read the Holy Word,

In which we learn of Christ our Lord;

Wi' him I've knelt, and Heaven adored; My Master.

IV.

And ilka year I got a prize,

Some bonny book me to entice;

He smiled, and said that I would rise

V.

O, weel I mind he let me see,

My Master.

How I a learned man might be,

Saying, "Take the counsel that I gie"

My Master.

VI.

Thanks to my Master; but I'm wae
To see his head now turning grey;
I'll mind him till my dying day—

My Master.

LINES ON PRESENTING CRABBE'S "PARISH
REGISTER" TO A YOUNG LADY.

HERE now, my love, respected, dearest maid,
I give the gift so long from thee delayed;

For this one fault I hope to be forgiven

And know I am, for-kindness comes from heaven. Here will read of maidens and of men,

you

Who sought the path to peace, but sought in vain—

Of fond, but foolish couples, who would stand
Before the altar, joining hand in hand.

And here you'll read of one, the miller's maid,
Who by the youthful sailor was betrayed,
And left alone on earth, to grieve and mourn
Her faithless lover o'er the billows borne.
You'll read of how she wandered forth to weep,
Of how she lulled her lovely babe asleep-
Her lover dead-deserted then by all-
Her broken heart fast tottering to its fall.
At all her sorrows, and at all her woe,
Tears o'er thy rosy cheeks will often flow.
But while her tale thy sympathies will raise,
Fair lady, bear in mind the moral it conveys.