Each ambush'd Cupid I'll defy, In cheek, or chin, or brow, And deem the glance of woman's eye I'll steel my breast to beauty's art, The flaunting torch soon blazes out, No waking dream shall tinge my thought With dyes so bright and vain, No silken net, so slightly wrought, Shall tangle me again: No more I'll pay so dear for wit, I'll live upon mine own, And thus I'll hush my heart to rest,- They seek no loves-no more will I- Epitaph,' DESIGNED FOR A MONUMENT IN LICHFIELD CATHEDRAL, AT THE BURIAL-PLACE OF THE FAMILY OF MISS SEWARD. AMID these aisles, where once his precepts show'd Still wouldst thou know why o'er the marble spread, 1 Edinburgh Annual Register, 1809. What poet's voice is smother'd here in dust Prologue TO MISS BAILLIE'S PLAY OF THE FAMILY LEGEND.* 1809. 'Tis sweet to hear expiring Summer's sigh, Chief, thy wild tales, romantic Caledon, Wake keen remembrance in each hardy son. Whether on India's burning coasts he toil, Or till Acadia's winter-fetter'd soil, He hears with throbbing heart and moisten'd eyes, And, as he hears, what dear illusions rise! It opens on his soul his native dell, The woods wild waving, and the water's swell; Tradition's theme, the tower that threats the plain, The mossy cairn that hides the hero slain; The cot, beneath whose simple porch were told, By grey-hair'd patriarch, the tales of old, Are such keen feelings to the crowd confined, And sleep they in the Poet's gifted mind? Oh no! For She, within whose mighty page Each tyrant Passion shows his woe and rage, Has felt the wizard influence they inspire, And to your own traditions tuned her lyre. Yourselves shall judge-whoe'er has raised the sail By Mull's dark coast, has heard this evening's tale. The plaided boatman, resting on his oar, Points to the fatal rock amid the roar Of whitening waves, and tells whate'er to-night Our humble stage shall offer to your sight; This prologue was spoken on that occasion by the Author's Miss Baillie's Family Legend was produced with consider-friend, Mr. Daniel Terry. able success one Edinburgh stage in the winter of 1809-10. 8 Acadia, or Nova Scotia. Proudly preferr❜d that first our efforts give The Poacher. WRITTEN IN IMITATION OF CRABBE, AND PUBLISHED race, Mock'd with the boon of one poor Easter chase, A squadron's charge each leveret's heart dismay'd La Douce Humanité approved the sport, Seek we yon glades, where the proud oak o'ertops Wide-waving seas of birch and hazel copse, 1 See Life of Scott, vol. iii., p. 329. 2 Such is the law in the New Forest, Hampshire, tending greatly to increase the various settlements of thieves, smuggiers, and deer-stealers, who infest it. In the forest courts the presiding judge wears as a badge of office an antique stir Leaving between deserted isles of land, In earthly mire philosophy may slip. Step slow and wary o'er that swampy stream, o'erawe, And his son's stirrup shines the badge of law,) The builder claims the unenviable boon, To tenant dwelling, framed as slight and soon As wigwam wild, that shrouds the native frore On the bleak coast of frost-barr'd Labrador. Approach, and through the unlatticed window peep Nay, shrink not back, the inmate is asleep; hand, Rifle and fowling-piece beside him stand; And late-snatch'd spoils lie stow'd in hutch apart, Look on his pallet foul, and mark his rest: What scenes perturb'd are acting in his breast! His sable brow is wet and wrung with pain, And his dilated nostril toils in vain ; For short and scant the breath each effort draws, And 'twixt each effort Nature claims a pause. rup, said to have been that of William Rufus. See Mr. William Rose's spirited poem, entitled "The Red King." "To the bleak coast of sarage Labrador."-FALCONER. 3 A cant term for smuggled spirits. Beyond the loose and sable neckcloth stretch'd, "Was that wild start of terror and despair, Those bursting eyeballs, and that wilder'd air, Signs of compunction for a murder'd hare? Do the locks bristle and the eyebrows arch, For grouse or partridge massacred in March?" No, scoffer, no! Attena, and mark with awe, There is no wicket in the gate of law! He, that would e'er so lightly set ajar 'That awful portal, must undo each bar: Tempting occasion, habit, passion, pride, The bittern's sullen shout the sedges shook! Song. Oн, say not, my love, witn that mortified air, That your spring-time of pleasure is flown, Will join to storm the breach, and force the barrier Nor bid me to maids that are younger repair, wide. That ruffian, whom true men avoid and dread, Whom bruisers, poachers, smugglers, call Black Ned, Was Edward Mansell once;-the lightest heart, That ever play'd on holiday his part! The leader he in every Christmas game, The harvest-feast grew blither when he came, And liveliest on the chords the bow did glance, When Edwara named the tune and led the dance. Kind was his heart, his passions quick and strong, Hearty his laugh, and jovial was his song; And if he loved a gun, his father swore, ""Twas but a trick of youth would soon be o'er, Himself had done the same some thirty years before." But he whose humours spurn law's awful yoke, Their foes, their friends, their rendezvous the same, Wild howl'd the wind the forest glades along, And oft the owl renew'd her dismal song; Around the spot where erst he felt the wound, Red William's spectre walk'd his midnight round. When o'er the swamp he cast his blighting look, From the green marshes of the stagnant brook 1 This song was written shortly after the battle of Badajos, April, 1812,) for a Yeomanry Cavalry dinner. It was first For those raptures that still are thine own. Though April his temples may wreathe with the vine, Its tendrils in infancy curl'd, 'Tis the ardour of August matures us the wine, Whose life-blood enlivens the world. Though thy form, that was fashion'd as light as a fay's, Has assumed a proportion more round, And thy glance, that was bright as a falcon's at gaze Looks soberly now on the ground,— Enough, after absence to meet me again, The Bold Dragoon;1 OR, THE PLAIN OF BADAJOS. 1812. "Twas a Maréchal of France, and he fain would ho nour gain, And he long'd to take a passing glance at Portugal from Spain; With his flying guns this gallant gay, O he fear'd not our dragoons, with their long swords, boldly riding, Whack, fal de ral, &c. printed in Mr. George Thomson's Collection of Select Melo dies, and stands in vol. vi. of the last edition of that work. To Campo Mayor come, he had quietly sat down, When, 'twas peste! morbleu! mon General, King William III. in Scotland. In the August preceding, a proclamation had been issued, offering an indemnity to such insurgents as should take the oaths to the King and Queen, on or before the last day of December; and the chiefs of such tribes as had been And behold the light dragoons, with their long swords, in arms for James, soon after took advantage of the boldly riding, Whack, fal de ral, &c. Right about went horse and foot, artillery and all, And, as the devil leaves a house, they tumbled through the wall;1 They took no time to seek the door, But, best foot set before proclamation. But Macdonald of Glencoe was prevented by accident, rather than by design, from tendering his submission within the limited time. In the end of December he went to Colonel Hill, who commanded the garrison in Fort-William, to take the oaths of allegiance to the government; and the latter having furnished him with a letter to Sir Colin Campbell, sheriff of the county of Argyll, directed him to O they ran from our dragoons, with their long swords, repair immediately to Inverary, to make his submisboldly riding, Whack, fal de ral, &c. sion in a legal manner before that magistrate. But the way to Inverary lay through almost impassable mountains, the season was extremely rigorous, and Those valiant men of France they had scarcely fled a the whole country was covered with a deep snow. So mile, eager, however, was Macdonald to take the oaths beWhen on their flank there sous'd at once the British fore the limited time should expire, that, though the rank and file; For Long, De Grey, and Otway, then Ne'er minded one to ten, road lay within half a mile of his own house, he stopped not to visit his family, and, after various obstructions, arrived at Inverary. The time had elapsed, and But came on like light dragoons, with their long swords, the sheriff hesitated to receive his submission; but boldly riding, Whack, fal de ral, &c. Macdonald prevailed by his importunities, and even tears, in inducing that functionary to administer to him the oath of allegiance, and to certify the cause of wards Earl of Stair, being in attendance upon Wil Three hundred British lads they made three thousand his delay. At this time Sir John Dalrymple, afterreel, Their hearts were made of English oak, their swords liam as Secretary of State for Scotland, took advanof Sheffield steel, Their horses were in Yorkshire bred, And Beresford them led; tage of Macdonald's neglecting to take the oath within the time prescribed, and procured from the king a warrant of military execution against that chief and So huzza for brave dragoons, with their long swords, his whole clan. This was done at the instigation of boldly riding, Whack, fal de ral, &c. the Earl of Breadalbane, whose lands the Glencoe men had plundered, and whose treachery to government in negotiating with the Highland clans, Mac Then here's a health to Wellington, to Beresford, to donald himself had exposed. The King was accord- the unfortunate chief's submission having been concealed, the sanguinary orders for proceeding to mili When they meet the bold dragoons, with their long tary execution against his clan were in consequence swords, boldly riding, Whack, fal de ral, &c. On the Massacre of Glencoe.2 1814. obtained. The warrant was both signed and countersigned by the King's own hand, and the Secretary urged the officers who commanded in the Highlands to execute their orders with the utmost rigour. Campbell of Glenlyon, a captain in Argyle's regiment, and two subalterns, were ordered to repair to Glencoe on the first of February with a hundred and twenty men. Campbell, being uncle to young Macdonald's wife, was received by the father with all manner of friendship and hospitality. The men were "In the beginning of the year 1692, an action of unexampled barbarity disgraced the government of lodged at free quarters in the houses of his tenants, In their hasty evacuation of Campo Mayor, the French pulled down a part of the rampart, and marched out over the glacis. • First published in Thomson's Select Melodies, 1814. and received the kindest entertainment. Till the 13th of the month the troops lived in the utmost harmony and familiarity with the people; and on the very night of the massacre the officers passed the evening at cards in Macdonald's house. In the night, Lieu |