Wi' joy unfeign'd brothers and sisters meet, The mother, wi' her needle an' her shears, Their master's an' their mistress's command, Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, But hark! a rap comes gently to the door : Wi' heart-struck, anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins' is afraid to speak; Weel pleased the mother hears, it's nae wild, worthless rake. fNews. 8 Makes. k Diligent. Half. Wi' kindly welcome Jenny brings him ben; The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye. The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi' joy, But, blatek and laithfu',' scarce can weel behave; The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave; Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave.m O happy love! where love like this is found! And sage experience bids me this declare : "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale." Is there, in human form, that bears a heart- That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Is there no pity, no relenting ruth, Points to the parents fondling o'er their child? Then paints the ruin'd maid, and their distraction wild? JTalks. k Bashful. 1Sheepish. m The rest. But now the supper crowns their simple board, How 'twas a 'towmond' auld sin' lint was i' the bell.s The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face, Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales" a portion with judicious care; And, "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air. They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim: Perhaps "Dundee's" wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive "Martyrs," worthy of the name; Or noble "Elgin" beets the heavenward flame, The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays : Compared with these, Italian trills are tame; The tickled ears no heartfelt raptures raise ; Nae unison hae they with our Creator's praise. a Cheese. r A * Grey n Cow. Partition-wall. P Well-saved. twelvemonth. $Since the flax was in flower. locks. "Chooses. The priestlike father reads the sacred page, With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme,— How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He who, bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How His first followers and servants sped; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land: How he who, lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to heaven's Eternal King, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, The Power, incensed, the pageant will desert, May hear, well-pleased, the language of the soul, Then homeward all take off their several way; And proffer up to Heaven the warm request, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little-ones provide ; But chiefly in their hearts with grace divine preside. From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, What is a lordling's pomp? A cumbrous load, O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be bless'd with health, and peace, and sweet content! And, O, may Heaven their simple lives prevent From Luxury's contagion, weak and vile! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, |