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impious and most wicked to diminish tion, whcre it is already severely rithe effect of the salutary stimulus. gorous, in order to afford degraded To grasp at the reward without have and mischievous enjoyments to those ing performed the conditions on who no longer bear any taxation ! which it is offered, to desire the prize The true state of the question is without having conquered in the Ought the laborious and the virtuous race, to covet the enjoyment without to be deprived of the fruits of their enduring the labour, may be natural industry, in order to enable paupers and common, but it is not right or to marry without honour, and to just, and ought not to be encouraged

have families without virtue or enby legislative provisions. To marry joyment ? rashly and improvidently may be The laws of society may be partial natural and common; but so is cow in their operation ; labour may be ill ardice, so is intemperance, so are regulated; taxation may press with many frailties and vices. We have unequal vigour on industry, but the no colleges for cowards, no endowe increase of the pauper part of the poments for drunkards, no pensions for pulation is a tremendous aggravation the wounded in duels, tavern broils,

of those evils. It may be very deor street riots.

sirable to lift higher the burden of The insidious truism, that the poor taxation, in order to give freer motion have as clear & right to the pleasures to the inferior limbs, and more healthof marriage as the rich, may be well

ful play to the lungs of the body poadapted for the purposes of inflam- litic. But to any political improvemation, but is entirely foreign to the ment, either in taxation or legislaargument of this subject. The poor tion, there cannot be a greater obhave as clear a right to be attended struction than the improvident marby servants, to ride on horses, and riages, and the destitute number of to dwell in commodious houses, as the poor. This consideration afford's the rich. Sir Francis Burdett has a test for the patriotisin of the claas clear a right to be chosen to re morous opponents of Mr Scarlett's present the city of Edinburgh, as the bill. Right Honourable William Dundas;

The direct and avowed object of and the Right Honourable William the bill is, to make the poor indeDundas has as clear a right to be pendent, to train them to reliance on chosen to represent Westminster, as their own exertions, and thus to inSir Francis Burdett. But right of spire them at once with self-confieligibility is not right of election. dence and self-respect. It admits The poor have not from God, from not of question, that their immediate nature, or from reason, a right to happiness is promoted by such disemploy a wife or a servant at the ex- cipline. But their political virtue pense of others, rich or poor. They and utility are incalculably advanced have not a right to beget a family, to by it. Men, of old, surrendered their be fed from the labour of others. liberty for bread, and when they did

Another artifice frequently resorted so, they lost half their virtue. Men to in this controversy, is, to contrast were never known to have become the lowest and the highest ranks of slaves, in order to have the power of society, leaving out of view all the marrying bond-women, and of beintermediate gradations. But the getting slaves. Is marriage, with all pressure of the poor-rates is felt in the evils of slavery, preferable to abexact proportion as the class affected stinence, till marriage can be enjoyed by it approximates to the pauper in freedom and independence? In class, and the largest proportion of the great arrangements of the state, the burden is borne by those classes, as in the private intercourse of life, of whom many are restrained from insult, and oppression, and injustice, marriage by self-respect, manly spi can be prevented only by manly spirit, and resolute prudence; and many rit and proper self-respect. are long oppressed, and finally thrown down into the class of paupers, by

Oft-times nothing profits more the operation of the poor-laws. What Than self-esteem, grounded on just merciless compensation that must be

and right which increases the rigour of taxa

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Tyrants, usurpers, and desperate Præstat Trinacrii metas lustrare Pachyni adventurers have always found their Cessantem, longos et circumflectere cursus fittest instruments in the degraded Quam semel informem vasto vidisse sub mass who lived by the bounty of others. A mob of paupers invite, and Scyllam, et cæruleis canibus resonantia often require, the strong arm of despotism. It is utterly impossible that What shall we think then of the persons dependent upon the bounty patriotism, or the wisdom of demaof others can have just views of poli- gogues, who would approve themtical independence, or act with wis selves the champions of liberty, by dom or spirit in any political struggle.guarding this nursery of vice and The “ village Hampden” is one who, servitude? What shall we think of “ with dauntless breast, withstands the religion of those who invoke the the little tyrant of the fields." He authority of God to sanction this syswho is content to see the wife of his tem of human misery and crime? bosom and the pledges of their love And holy men give scripture for fed by the extorted bounty of others, the deed.” On this occasion, the can never feel his heart throb with people are in the situation of a weak the manly pride of independence, or and passionate despot, who receives lend his sympathy or aid to any li- from his favourites, not the counsels beral and just efforts for promoting which justice or expediency would public liberty. Having nothing of prescribe, but the counsels which his own to love or to defend, he can their interests suggest, and his preview property only vith the eye of a judices are most likely to receive. plunderer, and its holders only with The oracles of the multitude on the the feelings of envy, hatrel, or fear. subjects of population and pauperism, in hiin, opposition to the hand that prove themselves to be grossly ignofeeds him, is criminal ingratitude. rant, or extremely unprincipled, and He who would act his part, with in- therefore highly pernicious counseldependence and with spirit, as mem lors. We rejoice, for our country's ber of a free community, must pos- sake, thai a gentleman of Mr Scarsess something of his own, around lett's legal knowledge, high characwhich he can entwine all his ideas, ter, and argumentative eloquence, has associations, and hopes, both respect- had the intrepidity to introduce into ing hiinself and his country: Should parliament, 'a' bill to withdraw the his whole property be but the tub of present baneful encouragement to Diogenes, it is that property which pauper marriages. We believe there interests and entities him to forbid

is not one member of the legislature the proud intruder to intercept the so well qualified to propose and suprays of the sun from his humble port improvements in the poor laws, state. When this rallying point of which are at once so necessary and personal pride and political inde so obnoxious as this experienced pendence is wanting, base subser- lawyer and enlightened statesman. viency is the least criminal course We trust his success will be equal to which he can adopt. He is more his talents and his merits. alien to the state than a foreigner, and any interference on his part with the possessions or the rights of the society on which he hangs, and by THE POWRIS OF MOSEKE, whose bounty he lives, is a wicked

Ane rychte plesant Ballaunt, and detestable invasion. This is a

Maide be Maistere Jamis Hongge. state of degradation the most deplorable in itself, and the most dangerous to a free community. A society,

BLYNDE Robene sat on Bowman Have, thus encumbered and deformed, is

And houlit upon his horne;

Andayo he bummit, and aye he strumınit, not inaptly represented by the poeti

Quhille patience wals foreworne ; cal monster, so full of real danger and terror, which, combined with the And the verye lillis in travail seemit, “ human face divine," and the waist Thoche noe yung hillis were borne ; of a virgin, the extremities of dogs For they vellit and youtit soe yirlischly and dolphins.

Als their boullis liald bene torne.

And by him sat ane byzenit boie, And hold that heavenly braith of thyne Ane brat of brukit breide:

Or the soundis will be mine deide." His moder wals ane weirdlye witche Of Queen's foreste the dreide ;

“Ha! sayest thou soe, mine bonny boie ?

To mee thou art still more deire ! But whether the devil did him bygette, I trowit not of thyne taiste before, Or ane droiche of elfinlande.

Nor of thyne blessit eire. Or ane water-kelpie horrible

“ But looke the rounde, my bonny boie, I colde not understande.

And looke to holme and heathe, But hee had not tasted broz that daie, And caste thyne eyne to heavin abone,

Nor kirne-mylke, wheye, nor brede; And to the yird benethe, So hunger raif at his yung herte,

“ And note the shadowis and the shapis And wals like to be his dede.

That hover on hill and gaire;
And aye he said, “ Dere maister mine, And tell me trowlye, my bonny boie,
Quhat spring is that you playe?

Of all thou seest there."
For there are listeniris gadderyng rounde,
And I wish we were awaye."

The elfin stoode up on his feite,

And Robenis bruste he saynit;
" Quhat doste thou se, my bonny boie, And aye he chatterit with his tethe,
I pray the tell to mee?

And grefously he grainit :
I won these notis fra the fairye folke
Benethe the grene-wode tre;

And the sobbis that rase fra his stamocke

Wolde birste ane herte of claye ; "And I weenit it wals anecharmed spryng,

But neuir ane worde he saide but this By its wilde melodye:

“Lorde, sin we were awaye !" Och wo is me that I am blynde ! Littil boie, quhat doste thou se ?" Blynde Robene stymit him rounde about,

And he gapit gastrouslye " I see the hartis but an the hyndis,

“ Och tell mee, tell mee, my littil boie, Stand quakyng to the morne,

Of all that thou dost se ?”.
And wildlye snouke the westlin wyndis,
And shaike the braken horne :

“ I se the cloudis creipe up the hill,

And down the hill likewise ; “And the littel wee raes they cour betwine, With their backis of dapplit greye:

And there are spiritis gadderyng rounde

Fra baithe the yird and skyis ; And the gaitis they are waggyng their auld greye berdis

“ The ghastis are glyming with their deide Lorde, sin we were awaye !"

eyne “Sit still, sit still, my bonny boie;

Lapperit with mist and claye, I haif shawit you, with gode wille,

And they are fauldyng out their wynding Ane littil of the powris of grande moseke,

shetis, I will show you greater stille.

And their flyche is faidyng awaye." “Lende me thyne eire, and thou shalt heire « If that be true, my bonny boie, Some thrylling fallis I wis,

Strainge visiteris are rife! By mynstrelis maide, and eithlye playit,

Welle, we moste gif them ane oder spryng, In oder worldis than this."

To sweiten their waesome life. Blynde Robene liftit his stokel horns, I nefer kenit, so helpe mee heavin, And brughit all full cleine,

The ghastis had had soche skille ; It wals laide with the eevorye and the Or knewe so welle ane maisteris hande; goude,

Sothe theye moste haif their fille. And glancit with the silver sheine ;

“Por come they up, or come they downe, And heesit the horne unto his muthe, The ghast or the elfin greye, And soundit the airel hole,

Till the fairies come and heire their spryng And the melodye that that horne spake I cannot goe awaye.” His herte it colde not thole !

6 Och deire ! och deira !" thochte the littil For the soundis went hie, and the soundis boie, went lowe,

The teire blynding his ee, Sae laigh and sae hie did they spryng,

• We are far fra ony meite or drynk, That the laigh anes bummit in the world Quhat wille become of mee?

belowe, And the hie maide the heavinis ryng.

“ Och, holde thyne hande, deire maistere

mine, “ Och hold thyne hande, mine deire mais For pitye's saike now staye, tere !

Or helle wille sone be aboute our luggis, Thou maikest mine herte to bleide! And deirlye we shalle paye; VOL. IX.

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“The bullis are booyng in the wode, And aye :he glymit him roumd about, The deiris stande all abreiste ;

And strainit his dim quhyte eyne; You haif waikenit the deide out of their For he grenit to se the dapper lymbis graifs

All quidderyng on the grene. Lorde ! quhat shalle you do neiste ?"

“Ochons! ochon !" quod blynde Robene, “ Take thou noe.caris, my littil boie, “ My blyndnesse I may rewe! Quhat evir thou mayest viewe,

But quhat it wals to want-mine sycht For sholde ane elf or fairye rise

Till now I nevir knewe! From every belle of dewe,

“ For ane glance of the bonnye damis
“ Sholde all the feindis that evir gowlit Danncyng sae blythe on le,
Downe in the deepis for paine,

Eache with her sayling grene seymar
Spiele up, and standein thousandis rounde, Sae far abone the kne."
I wolde play them downe againe."

“ Och, not sae far, mine deire maistere! “Faythe that is strainge!" then thochtis It is modeste all and meete ; the boie,

And'like the wynde on sunnye hille Bot yet he saide no thyng :

Skimmer their lovelye feete. “Och moseke is grande, my bonnye boie, We'll half ane oder spryng."

“But the knychtis are in ane awsum raige

Rampauging on the le; The boyis lip curlit to his noz,

For lofe of lyfe, now blynde Robene,
Als bende als ony bowe,

Come let us ryse and fle.”
And syne his muthe begoude to thraw.-
Quhat colde the hurchon doo?

6 And can I leife the winsome damis

Al frysking on the grene? His fasting spittol he swallowit downe,

Och no! och no! mine littil boie,
With rattling rhattyng dynne ;

More manneris I haif sene.
But hit hardlye wet the gyzenit throte,
Por all wals toome withynne.

“ I will gif them ane spryng will gar

skyppe Blynde Robene set his horne to his muthe,

And ryse with michte and maine, And wet his airel hole;

Quhille they ding their hedis agynst the * Tout-tout ! tout-tout !" quod blynde Ro

sternis,
bene,

And bob on the yird again.
Quhille the very rockis did yolle.
But the boie he said unto himself

"I wil gar them jompe sae merrelye hie,

The blythsum seventy-seven, Als bitterlye als colde bee, “ Gin I hald but my mornyng broz,

Quhille they coole their littil bonny brestis

Amid the cloudis of heavin.
Devil fetche the spryng and the !"
He lokit to hill, he lokit to daille,

“Lilooliloo.c" quod blynde Robene, Then rose with joyous speide

(Heavinis mercye! als he blewe!) “ The fairyis moste come, there is no

“ Now I shall gar the fairye folkis doubte,

The powris of moseke vewe." Or dethe is all my meide!

But the boie he weepit rychte piteouslye, “ Now holde thyne hande, deire maistere

And downward sore did bowe, mine,

And helde his middis with both his handis And dy rychte speidilye,

For feire he sholde fall through. There are seventy-seven belted knychtis

Saint Bothan! als blynde Robene blewe, Comyng rankyng downe the le;

Sae yerlish and sae cleire ! “There are fire and furye in their lokis, And aye he turnit his stokel borne Als theye tredde on the wynde,

That'fairyis all mochte heire. And there are seventy-seven bonnye And aye he glymit with his quhyte eyne, damis

Thoche sore the horne.colde jar; All dauncyng them behynde.

For he longit to se the lily lymbe, “The fairye knychtis haif sordis and sheldis And kilted grene seymar.

Like chrystal spleetis to se ;
And the damis are cledde in gresse-grene

“ Looke yet againe, my bonny boie,
sylke,

At the fairy damis anew, And kilted abone the kne."

And tell me how their robis appeire

In texture and in hewe!” “Quhat's that you saye, mine bonnye boie?"

“ Och they are lychtlye cledde, maistere, Och Robene's muthe grew wyde ! Sae lyehte I dare not showe, And he poukit the hurchon with his hande, For I se their lovely tiny formis And helde his lug asyde.

Als puré als mountain snorre.

tyme !"

“Their robis are maide of the gossamere, And his cleire countenaunce wals blente Wove of the misty sheine,

With a joie and a pryde- sublyme And dyit in the rainbowis gaudy gaire “ There is no hope !" quodittie littil boie, Sae glancyng and sae grene."

“ He will playe quhille the end of Blynde Robene clewe his tufted heide,

And raif his auld graye hayre,
And the teris wolde haif fallen- from his But in the grenewode ower the hill

eyne,
Had anie eyne bene there;

There graissit ane herde of kyne,

Waidyng in grene gerse to the knes,
He turnit up his cleire face for braith,

And gropellying lyke to swyne;
And to eisse his crouchand backe;
And then he toutit and he blewe,

For they snappit it with their muckil

mouis, Quhille bethe his luggis did cracke.

Quhille sullenlye they lowit ; “ Och hold your hand, deire maistere

And aye they noddit their lang quhyte mine !"

hornis, Cryit the boie with yirlisch screime,

And they chumpit and they chowit. " For there is the devil comyng on Och they were fierce! and nefer fedde With his eyne like fierye gleime ; At mainger nor at stalle;

But among them there wals ane curlye “ His fingeris are like lobster tais,

bulle, And long als barrow tramis ;

The ferceste of them alle.
His tethe are reide-hot tedderstakis ;
And barkit aro his hammis :

His hornis were quhite als driven snowe,

And sharpe als poynted pole; “ His tail it is ane fierye snaike

But his herte wals blacker than his hide, Aye writhyng farre behynde,

Thoche that wals like ane cole. Its fangis are two cloth yardis in lenth, And it is coolyng them in the wynde." This bulle hee hearit blynde Robenis notis

Pass ower his heide abofe, Blynde Robenis face grew lang and brede, And he thouchte it wals ane kindlye cowe And his lyppe begoude to falle ;

Rowting for gentel Iofe. “ That is ane gueste, mine little boie, And this bulle hee thochtie into himselle I lyke the worst of all !

How this braife courteous cowe

Mychte haif passet far for lofe that daye, “The fairyis are mine own deire folkis ;

And travellit fausting too. The ghostis are glyding geire ;

“ I will goe and meite her," thochtis the But the devil is ane odir chappe!

bulle, Lorde! quhad's he sekying here?".

Als gallante brote sholde doo. Blynde Robenc maide, als he wolde rise, And this bulle hee thochts into himselle, To Aye als he were faine;

“ This dame rowtis mychtie loude! But the fairye damis came in his minde, I will send furth ane voice shall make her And he crouch'd him downe againe.

quaile,

And she shall not be sae proude !" « Come well, come wo, I shall not goe," Saide Robene manfullye,

And ower the hill, and down the hill, * I will playe to my welcome fairye folkis,

The bulle came roaryng furth, And the devil may raire for mee."

And with his hofe but an his borne

He ture the shaikyng yirth ; Againe the notis knellit throu the ayre

And aye hee brullyit and age hee bruffit, Sae mychtie and sae deavin, For ilkane burel hole he loosit,

Quhile his braith it singit the grasse ;

And then he raisit his noz and squeelit Ane hole wals blown in heavin ;

Rychte lyke ane coddye asse. And the soundis went in, and the soundis But the wofulle boie hee laye nctose, went ben,

And grapplit on the grounde, Quhille tbe folkis abone the skie,

And with the blare of Robenis horne And the angelis caperit ane braif corante

He nefer hefrde the sounde! Als they went stroamying bye.

But the soundis they percit blynde Robenis The powris of moseke wals sae greate,

eire, Sac mschtie and devyne,

For anc sherpe eire hald hee: That Robene raivit for very joie

“ Is that the devil, my littil boie, Quille his quhite eyne did shyne ; That rairis sae boysterouslye ?"

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