SONG. AIR" Katherine Ogie." 'Twas on a genial morn in May, To Methlic's church-yard close I drew, When to its gates a female flew, The gate was lock'd, but, at a bound, "My bitter moans he doth not hear, My crying will not reach his ear, Alas, in death he's sleeping! Oh! come, slow death, and in my heart Thy keenest dagger cover: How sweet would be thy welcome dart! She leapt the iron gate again, The Bellmuir's* dark fir forest, then, Now earthly sorrow she defies, Nor grief nor care can move her ; * The Bellmuir is a widely extended heathy tract of ground, on the northern bank of the Ythan, whereon is a beautiful and thriving planation, belonging to the Earl of Aberdeen. D EXTEMPORARY LINES, To a Friend, whom the Author had invited to drink Tea with him; but, at the appointed time, the Author was detained from home till he was gone. DEAR SIR, I never keener felt The pangs by disappointment dealt, Than what I did, when home I came * "Yon cursed clock!"-The cause of detainment was a clock' being an hour slow, while its owner supposed it to be correct. Then would his rage break it in pieces, And in the fire consume the cases; A just reward for such a plight As it threw me into last night. If you forgive my drear mistake, And not our former friendship break, My gratitude shall flow to youAt any rate, it will be due. O, GENEROUS Sir! bear with my uncouth lays; In her rude verse to place your honour'd name: I am not able, though I were design'd; |