TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE SUSANNA, COUNTESS OF EGLINTON. MADAM, THE love of approbation, and a desire to please the best, have ever encouraged the poets to finish their designs with cheerfulness. But, conscious of their own inability to oppose a storm of spleen and haughty ill-nature, it is generally an ingenious custom among them to chuse some honourable shade. Wherefore I beg leave to put my pastoral under your ladyship's protection. If my patroness says, the shepherds speak as they ought, and that there are several natural flowers that beautify the rural wild, I shall have good reason to think myself safe from the aukward censure of some pretending judges that condemn before examination. I am sure of vast numbers that will crowd into your ladyship's opinion, and think it their honour to agree in their sentiments with the countess of Eglinton, whose penetration, superior wit, and sound judgment, shine with an uncommon lustre, while accompanied with the divine charms of goodness and equality of mind. If it were not for offending only your ladyship, here, madam I might give the fullest liberty to my muse to delineate the finest of women, by drawing your ladyship's character, and be in no hazard of being deemed a flatterer, since flattery lies not in paying what is due to merit, but in praises misplaced. Were I to begin with your ladyship's honourable birth and alliance, the field is ample, and presents us with numberless great and good patriots, that have dignified the names of Kennedy and Montgomery: Be that the care of the herald and the historian. It is personal merit, and the heavenly sweetness of the fair, that inspire the tuneful lays here every Lesbia must be excepted, whose tongue give liberty to the slaves which their eyes had made captives; such may be flattered: but your ladyship justly claims our admiration and profoundest respect; for whilst you are possessed of every outward charm in the most perfect degree, the never-fading beauties of wisdom and piety, which adorn your ladyship's mind, command devotion. "All this is very true," cries one of better sense than good nature, "but what occasion have you to tell us the sun shines, when we have the use of our eyes, and feel his influence?"-Very true, but I have the liberty to use the poet's privilege, which is, "To speak what every body thinks." Indeed there might be some strength in the reflection, if the Idalian registers were of as short duration as life; but the bard, who fondly hopes immortality, has a certain praise-worthy pleasure in communicating to posterity the fame of distinguished characters I write this last sentence with a hand that trembles between hope and fear: but if I shall prove so happy as to please your ladyship in the following attempt, then all my doubts shall vanish like a morning vapour: I shall hope to be classed with Tasso and Guarini, and sing with Ovid, "If'tis allow'd to poets to divine, Madam, your ladyship's most obedient, ALLAN RAMSAY. TO THE COUNTESS of EGLINTON, WITH THE FOLLOWING PASTORAL ACCEPT, O EGLINTON! the rural lays, Or near the stream, or in the rural shade, Instructed from these scenes, what glowing fires Inflame the breast that real love inspires! The fair shall read of ardors, sighs and tears, All that a lover hopes, and all he fears: Hence, too, what passions in his bosom rise! What dawning gladness sparkles in his eyes! When first the fair one, piteous of his fate, Cur'd of her scorn, and vanquish'd of her hate, With willing mind, is bounteous to relent, And blushing, beauteous, smiles the kind consent! Love's passion here in each extreme is shown, In CHARLOTTE's smile, or in MARIA'S frown. WITH words like these, that fail'd not to engage, Pure, and untaught, such Nature first inspir'd, His secret thoughts were undisguis'd with art, HEAVEN only to the Rural State bestows Blest still to spend the hours that heav'n has lent BUT now the Rural State these joys has lost; The genial hearth first blush'd with stranger's blood, And semblant falsehood puts on truth's disguise": The peaceful household fill'd with dire alarms; Он Happiness! from human search retir'd, Fly'st thou, displeas'd, the commerce of mankind? Dost thou pursue the voice of them that call O'er the full banquet when we feast our soul, In vain our flatt'ring hopes our steps beguile, And envy, grieving at another's state; |