But thou wilt live with me in love,
And what if my poor cheek be brown !
'Tis well for me, thou canst not see
How pale and wan it else would be.

“ Dread not their taunts, my little Life
I am thy father's wedded wife;
And underneath the spreading tree
We two will live in honesty.
If his sweet Boy he could forsake,
With me he never would have stay'd:
From him no harın my Babe can take,
But he, poor man ! is wretched made ;
And every day we two will pray
For him that's gone and far away.

“I'll teach my Boy the sweetest things ;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
My little Babe! thy lips are still,
And thou hast almost sucked thy fill.
-Where art thou yone, my own dear Child
What wicked looks are those I see?
Alas! alas ! that look so wild,
It never, never came from me:
If thou art mad, my pretty Lail,
Then I must be for ever saul.

“Oh! smile on me, my little Lamb !
For I thy own dear mother am.
My love for thee has well been tried :
I've sought thy father far and wide.
I know the poisons of the shale,
I know the earth-nuts fit for food ;
Then, pretty dear, be not afraid ;
We'll find thy father in the wood.
Now laugh and be gay, to the woods away!
And there, my Babe, we'll live for aye."

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ART theu a Siteman, in the run of pubiic business truinni and bit - First learn to love v De living nan! Then this si thu think again the dra!

A Lawyer art thou Konw bot nigh;
Go, carry to some other place
The haniness of the coward ere,
The falsehool of thy sallow face.

Art thou a Man of purple cheer,
A rosy Man, right plump to see?
Approach ; yet, Doctor, not too near :
This grave no cushion is for thee.

Art thou a Man of gallant pride,
1 Soldier, and no man of chaff!
Welcome ! – but lay thy sword aside.
And lean upon a peasant's staff.

Physician art thou? One, all eres.
Philosopher! a fingering slave,
One that would peep and botanize
l'pon his inother's grave ?

Wrapt closely in thy sensual fleece.
O turn asiile, and take, I pray,

That he below may rest in peace,
That abject thing, thy soul, away.

-A Moralist perchance appears;
Led, Heaven knows how ! to this poor sod
And he has neither eyes nor ears ;
Himself his world, and his own God;

One to whose smooth-rubbed soul can cling
Nor form, nor feeling, great or small ;
A reasoning, self-sufficing thing,
An intellectual All-in-all !

Shut close the door; press down the latch
Sleep in thy intellectual crust;
Nor lose ten tickings of thy watch
Near this unprofitable cust.

In common things that round us lie
Some random truths he can impart,-
The harvest of a quiet eye
That broods and sleeps on his own heart.

NOTES .

P. 2.

Where, bosomed deep, the shy Winander peep

Mid clustering isles, and holly-sprinkled steeps. ] - lines are only applicable to the middle part of that lake. P. 2. Woodcocks.}- In the beginning of winter, these mountains are frequented by woods, which in dark nights retire into the woods. P. 4. Inloke.H-A local word, which means a mountain-inclosure. P. 4.

The eye reposes on a secret bridge

Half gray, half shagged with ivy to its ridge.] description refers to the lower waterfall in the grounds of Rydal. .) P. 5. “Green rings." |-“Vivid rings of green."-GREENWOOD's Poem on Shooting. 3) P. 5. Sweetly ferocious. ]—"Dolcemente feroce."-Tasso.-In this description of the k, I remembered a spirited one of the same animal in “L'Agriculture, ou Les Géorgiques inçaises," of M. Rossuet. 7) P. 16. Murmuring here a later ditty. } – The ode of Collins on the death of Thomson. (8) P. 17. Memnon's lyre.)— The lyre of Memnon is reported to have emitted melancholy or eerfid tones, as it was touched by the sun's evening or morning rays. (9) P. 18. The Cross. ]— The apparently inaccessible crosses on the rocks of Chartreuse. (10) P. 18. Life and Death. ]—Rivers at the Chartreuse, of which Vallombre is a valley. (11) P. 21.

By cells whose image, trembling as he prays,

Awe-struck, the kneeling peasant scarce surveys.) the Catholic religion prevails here; these cells are, as is well known, very common in the Catholic countries, planted, like the Roman tombs, along the roadside.

(12) P. 21. And crosses reared to Death on every side.]-Crosses commemorative of the deaths of travellers by the fall of snow and other accidents, very common along this dreadful road.

(13) P. 21. On the low brown wood huts. )-In the more retired Swiss valleys the houses are built of wood. (14) P. 24

Nought but the herds that, pasturing, uprard croep,

Hung dim-discovered from the dangerous steep.] This picture is from the middle region of the Alps.

(15) P. 26. Sugh. ]--A Scotch word, expressive of the sound of the wind through the trees.

(16) P. 28. Ensiedlen's wretched fane.)--This shrine is resorted to, from a hope of relief, by multitudes, from every corner of the Catholic world, labouring under mental or bodily afflictions.

(17) P. 54. By persons resident in the country and attached to rural objects, many places will be found unnamed, or of unknown names, where little incidents will have occnrred, or feelings been experienced, which will have given to such places a private and peculiar interest. From a wish to give some sort of record to such incidents, or renew the gratification of such feelings, names have been given to places by the author and some of his friends, and these Poems written in consequence.