SMILE THROUGH THY TEARS. The debtor when stripp'd by some rogue of his all, 231 'S turn'd adrift on the world, former friends seem his foes; While the caitiff who robb'd him, smiles over his fall, And fattens, though drench'd from the dunghill he rose! Even those who were dear When prosperity's ear Only heard of your worth, nor your foibles could trace— Revile, slight, and shun ye, In misery dun ye, When the shorn-beams of favour glance cold in your face. SMILE THROUGH THY TEARS. SMILE through thy tears, like the blush moss-rose, Thy fond heart now may seek repose, For a parent's loss the eye may fill, And weep till the heart runs over; But the pang is longer and deeper still, That wails o'er the grave of a lover. Smile through thy tears, like the pale primrose, In me let thy trembling heart repose, I will ward the sorrows that wound it. Ere Henry slept, where the alders wave, 232 WELLBURN'S MARY.-PRINCE CHARLIE. WELLBURN'S MARY. I mark'd the calm on her young fair face, Each grief has its day:-love weep them away, Balms the drooping flower, till the sun's bright ray The flush o'er her fair face went and came, wwwww PRINCE CHARLIE. THOUGH bonnie raise the winter moon, PRINCE CHARLIE. Their dinsom pibrochs' melody, Brought the tear frae mony an' e'e, His diamond e'en, as black as sloes, Whene'er he smiled; the prince was there O mother! ye maun come an' see Can bode sma' gude to Charlie. 233 The above Jacobite attempt was suggested after some conversation held with a poor woman, now in the 102d year of her age. In the memorable 1745, when Charles was upon his retreat from England, he pitched his tents for two nights and a day in her neighbourhood; and the second stanza of the foregoing, describes the Chevalier's personal appearance, such as then had been impinged upon her mind, and from which description she never deviates. The fortunes of the prince, so far as they came within the scope of our centarian's observations, are sufficiently interesting, but without our province in this place. THE SHEPHERD AND ECHO. Dixerat, hic quis adest? Et adest, responderat echo. YOUNG echo lived within a rock, Alone, and far from human dwelling; Where torrents wild the stillness broke, All silence from the glens dispelling. Her wild and never-ceasing wail, Drew a shepherd from the vale, Whose sighings told, he was a lover. He sought her long through glen and dale, Drown'd her sighs in the water's falling. She must be fair-for her voice is sweet, O maiden! leave this lone retreat, And hie with me to the plains to-morrow. But echo laugh'd till the welkin rung, And flew on the breeze the greenwood over, While birds their sweetest warblings sung, Where pleased and grieved, reclined the lover. BOWERDALE. He sought the grotto, ranged the grove, Like pilgrim, to the vale again His wandering footsteps onward bore him; Her voice came laughing through the glen, Then died in breezy whispers o'er him.. 'Tis a wild-goose chase!-I'll seek my home, www BOWERDALE. Air.-"THE YOUNG MAY MOON." THE Woodlark sang through fair Bowerdale, Left alone in the bower, Where I parted from her, was cold and pale. All the world behind, I gave to the wind; With Helen to live, and to love alone. 235 |