Yet not unwelcome waves the wood Their chequered leaves the branches shed, They sadly sigh that winter's near; That shakes the wood without a wind, And solemn sounds the death-bell of the year. John Lowe. Born 1750 Died 1798 He was born ir ONLY known for his beautiful piece "Mary's Dream.' MARY'S DREAM. THE moon had climbed the highest hill And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree; When Mary laid her down to sleep, 66 Her head, to ask who there might be, The storm is past, and I at rest; So, Mary, weep no more for me! "O maiden dear, thyself prepare; We soon shall meet upon that shore, But soft the passing spirit said, "Sweet Mary, weep no more for me!" Lady Anne Barnard. Born 1750 Died 1825. DAUGHTER of the Earl of Balcarres, and wife of Mr Barnard, son of the Bishop of Limerick. The ballad of "Auld Robin Gray" was written by her In 1771. AULD ROBIN GRAY. WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, when the kye's come hame, The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e, Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride, He hadna been gane a twelvemonth and a day, When my father brake his arm and the cow was stown away; My father couldna work-my mither couldna spin-- My father urged me sair-my mither didna speak, I hadna been his wife a week but only four, Oh, sair sair did we greet, and mickle say of a', For, though my heart is broken, I'm but young, wae is me! Robert Ferguson. Born 1751 Died 1774. FERGUSON was the son of the accountant in the British Linen Company's Bank in Edinburgh, and received a University education. His father dying early, Ferguson was left destitute, but after many privations he obtained a clerkship in a law office, which would have supported him; but he had acquired a taste for the low society of the tavern, which quite unfitted nim for his duties. At last, prostrated in body and mind, he sunk into a state of insanity, and ended his life in an asylum. He died in His poetry is chiefly in the Scottish dialect. He wrote some pieces in English, in which, however, he failed. 1774. BRAID CLAITH. YE wha are fain to hae your name But hap ye weel, baith back and wame, He that some ells o' this may fa', And slae-black hat on pow like snaw, Bids bauld to bear the gree awa', When beinly clad wi' shell fu' braw Waesucks for him wha has nae feck o't! A chiel that ne'er will be respeckit Till his four quarters are bedeckit On Sabbath days the barber spark, Gangs trigly, faith! Or to the Meadows, or the Park, Weel might ye trow, to see them there, When pacin' wi' a gawsy air If ony mettled stirrah grien His body in a scabbard clean For, gin he come wi' coat threadbare, But crook her bonny mou fou sair, And scauld him baith: Wooers should aye their travel spare, Thomas Chatterton. (Born 1752. Died 1770 AN English poet, whose precocious genius and untimely fate have gained him great notoriety. He was born at Bristol, his father being sexton of Redcliff Church, where Chatterton professed to have found the manuscripts which he tried to palm off on the public as ancient. His father dying before he was born, Chatterton was educated at a charity school, where he was thought to be a great dunce, but where, at the age of eight, he began to compose verses. At fourteen he was apprenticed to an attorney in Bristol, under whom he cultivated poetry, antiquities, and heraldry, rather than law. Ambitious in the highest degree of literary fame, he at sixteen set himself to obtain a name, and unfortunately, for this purpose, chose to attempt a series of impositions, probably sug |