E'en should my Laura cease to live,
Remembrance, just and true,
Would still the precious Record give
Of all the joys we knew.

CONSTANCY AND LOVE.

Of all the Blessings known below,
And few those Blessings prove-
The greatest, sure, that Mortals know
Are Constancy and Love.

The Woes of life, though sometimes loud
And sometimes dark they prove,
Catch rays of Comfort on each cloud
From Constancy and Love.

Partaken Pleasures doubly please,

And on each sense improve;

Partaken Sorrows too decrease

Through Constancy and Love.

Such calm Delights let those despise

Whose maxim is to rove;

Be ours the solid joys that rise
From Constancy and Love.

DELAYS

DELAYS ARE DANGEROUS.;

THOUGH Constant as the constant Dove
My Damon may appear;
Though, when he speaks, his actions prove
That ev'ry word's sincere;

Yet, as each moment that we live

Takes something from our Youth,

At Hymen's shrine, O take and give
The recompense of Truth!

For Cupid feels a dear delight
Poor Mortals to mislead;

But Hymen, with a constant light,
Rewards them in his stead.

By Him reliev'd from anxious Care,
We safely may repose;

But all our Hopes a Thorn must bear
Till Hymen guards the Rose.

A SIGH AND A TEAR.

IN weeping the Maid whom I lov'd with esteem,
How transient do Life and its Comforts appear!
Its brightest enjoyment dissolves to a dream,

And all that is left is--a Sigh and a Tear.

The

The rapture that swell'd in my Rosamond's breast,
The languor that play'd in her love-breeding eye,
Beneath the cold turf are for ever suppress'd,

And nothing is left but—a Tear and a Sigh.

And yet there's a comfort in thinking of those
Whose virtues before us so frequently rise;
A mild consolation steals over our woes,

And Grief has a charm in its-Tears and its Sighs.

MAN WITH RESPECT TO WOMAN.

THREE different classes in three different ways
Their feelings show, when Female Art betrays:—
The Coxcomb pines: the Weak Man vents his wrong:
The Sage withdraws, and wisely holds his tongue,
Conceals the wound Ingratitude has giv'n,

Just breathes a sigh, and leaves the rest to Heav'n.

ON

ON LADY HAGGERSTON

PRESENTING THE COLOURS TO THE DURHAM YEOMANCAVALRY.

THE Durham shall in Battle stand

As loyal as they're brave,
Rememb'ring that an Angel's hand
The floating Standard gave.

One Spirit, breath'd from Man to Man,
Shall in each Rank appear;
For Beauty's Gift adorns the Van,
And Honour guides the Rear.

Blest Island, where that Virtue glows
Which Native Ties afford!
Where Beauty bids us meet our Foes,
And Valour wields the Sword.

United thus in Heart and Hand,
What can proud Gallia do?
Determin'd Foes our Yeomen stand,
And Foes our Women too.

Then into Action let us rise

On Virtue's lasting plan :

To guard Creation's dearest ties,
We fight the Foes of Man.

A SCOTCH

A SCOTCH SUBSTITUTE

FOR A COMPASS AT SEA.

A CAPTAIN once-his Compass lost-
Address'd a wary chield of Forth,-

<<This Ocean never can be crost,

"Unless we find where lies the North."

Shrewd Sawney from his golden head
A Something pick'd that never errs;
Then to the anxious Captain said,

"I'll soon relieve you from your fears:

"Now, mark it weel, my honest friend, "See where it turns its eager mouth;

"A Caledonian Louse, depend,

"Will always gang awa' due South."

EXTEMPORE LINES,

REPEATED TO A MAN WHO WAS A GREAT SPECULATOR WITHOUT ANY TALENTS.

So

many Irons in the fire you hold,

That none, I fear, will ever turn to Gold.
Perhaps the wondrous burthen of your head

May sink-from Superfluity of Lead.

AN