ΤΟ MISS CRUICK SHANKS, A VERY YOUNG LADY: WRITTEN ON THE BLANK LEAF OF A BOOK, PRESENTED TO HER BY THE AUTHOR. BEAUTEOUS rose-bud, young and Blooming on thy early May, Never may'st thou, lovely Flow'r, Chilly shrink in sleety show'r! Never Boreas' hoary path, Never Eurus' pois'nous breath, Taint thee with untimely blights! gay, Nor even Sol too fiercely view Mayst thou long, sweet crimson gem, Richly deck thy native stem; Till some ev'ning, sober, calm, The loveliest form she e'er gave birth. ON READING IN A NEWSPAPER, THE DEATH OF JOHN M'LEOD, ESQ., BROTHER TO A YOUNG LADY, A PARTICULAR FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR'S. SAD thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love Sweetly deckt with pearly dew But cold successive noontide blasts Fair on Isabella's morn The sun propitious smil'd; But, long ere noon, succeeding clouds Succeeding hopes beguil❜d. Fate oft tears the bosom chords Dread Omnipotence, alone, Can heal the wound He gave ; Can point the brimful grief-worn eyes To scenes beyond the grave. Virtue's blossoms there shall blow, And fear no withering blast; There Isabella's spotless worth THE HUMBLE PETITION OF BRUAR WATER* TO THE NOBLE DUKE OF ATHOLE. My Lord, I know your noble ear * Bruar Falls, in Athole, are exceedingly picturesque and beautiful; but their effect is much impaired by the want of trees and shrubs. |