Such modest blushes stain'd his beauteous face,
That sure no Virgin innocence could guess;
By his kind looks of every grace possest,
That he could harbour evil in his breast.
Bless me, said I, Philander, what d'ye mean?
How came you hither-who could let you in?
Undress'd, 'tis rudeness to approach my bed,
Consider, dearest youth, that I'm a maid!
He clasp'd me in his arms; I strove to speak!
But found I had not pow'r to stir or squeak.
My blood confus'dly in its channels run,
My body was all pulse, my breath near gone;
My cheeks infiam'd, distorted were my eyes,
While my breast swell'd with passion and surprise;
And still whene'er I strove to make a noise,
Something methought I felt which stopp'd my voice.
Thus for a time I lay dissolv'd in bliss,
As if translated into Paradise,

But as no drowsy Virgin ere could find
Delight so charming, and a youth so kind,
And not awake, when of a sudden blest
With melting joys too great to be exprest
So, I, unable to preserve so strong
An impress of my dear Philander long,
Awoke much frighted, felt about my bed,
But found, alas! my loving Ariel fled.
Yet tho' my love was vanish'd, still I vow
I felt myself all o'er-I know not how.
Thought I, if working falsely in the night
Can give me in a dream such sweet delight;
What must two lovers in a mutual flame
Possess, when waking, they repeat the same?
Philander, come; for I'm resolv'd to try
The Substance, since the Shadow yields such joy.

POLYGAMY CONTROVERTED.

BY A LADY.

A point was discuss'd by a husband and wife, 'That 'twixt the fond couple engender'd a strif

Two wives to one husband he said should belong→
My dear, quoth the lady, you're totally wrong,
For, chapter and verse I can quote to maintain,
That, 'stead of one husband, a wife should have
twain,

The scripture, design'd for the rule of our lives-
Says, two in one flesh-meaning husbands, not wives.

FYE FOR SHAME.

BEHOLD a damsel in distress,
Above sixteen indeed 'tis true;
For ever snubb'd by aunty Bess,
A cross old maid of forty-two;
To Strephon if I smile or speak,

She cries, that spirit Miss, I'll tame;
And should he kiss my hand or cheek,
'Tis forward hussey, fie for shame.

But yet I know, 'twixt you and I, 'Tis envy only makes her rail, For yester evening parson Sly,

Stept in to taste my father's ale; Close up to Bess his chair he drew,

First kiss'd her, then confess'd a flame: She smil'd and blush'd, when in I flew, And cried, Fye aunty, fye for shame.

So let her rail no more at me,

I think she now may hold her tongue,
For woman-kind, I plainly see,

Are all alike, both old and young;
And should young Strephon urge-tus suit,
And beg the happy day I'd name,

Believe me, I would not be mute,

Tho' all the world cry'd Fye for shame.

JOCKEY OF THE GREEN.

NO mair ye bonny lasses gay,
Your blithesome sonnets now display,
For Jem of Aberdeen,

But join your voices now with me,
And, as we gang along the Lee,
Sing Jockey of the Green.

His locks like ony sun-beams play,
When Phoebus gilds the first of may,
His face is ruddy scen,

And then he trips with sic a grace,
All other lads to him give place,
Sweet Jockey of the Green.

At kirk he says he'll take my hand,
Who can his bonny suit withstand,
He smiles so sweet I ween,
I vow my heart cannot deny,
Wi' his kind wish I shall comply,
My Jockey of the Green.

MOLLY OF THE MEAD.

AS on yon village lawn I stray'd,
One morning in the spring,
Around the lambs all sportive play'd,
The birds did blithesome sing.

Upon a bank where willows grew,
I tun'd my oaten reed,

How much I'm chang'd since first I knew

Sweet Molly of the Mead.

Sweet Molly, &*.

No Shepherd was so blythe as I,
No youth was e'er so blest,
In rapture sweet the time did fly,
For love then warm'd my breast.
To please her was my sole employ,
To ber I tun'd my reed

And morn and eve my only joy
Was Molly of the Mead."

Sweet Molly, &c.

Soon as the sun resplendant rose,

One morn I took my way,

And eager sought some fragrant flow'r,
To make her look more gay.

Right well she saw my tender pain,

And soon my fate decreed,

And now I live the happiest swain,

With Molly of the Mead.

Sweet Molly, &c.

SHOOTING SONG.

NOW while above that range of hills
The morn a bright'ning gleam distils,
I seize the gun, and call around
To eager pointers - just unbound-
Swift for a time, they dash away,
Too wild, too high of spirit, to obey.

At length the whistle's note they hear,
Look round, and turn from their career;
The stubble quarter nicely o'er,
And ev'ry shelt'ring nook explore.
See Carlo-sudden-checks his speed !

Toho! there lie the birds!-PERO, take heedi

How well they back, how fine they point

The head turn'd short, and fix'd cach joint,

I'll take the birds upon this side-

The covey rises-scatt'ring wide!

DEAD! See the feathers to the right! Mark-Mark--Mark--Among the beans three brace alight.

CARLO, watch, charge-Keep in, old Don
-Ho-good dogs-hey on!

When loaded

Thus range we, till the sun gets high.

And on the ground no scent will lie;

Then take through woods our homeward way, And o'er good cheer boasf how we pass'd thre day.

A NEW SONG.

TIGHT lads have I sail'd with, but none e'er sa sightly

As honest BELL BOBSTAY, so kind and so true:
He'd sing like a mermaid, and foot it so lightly,
The forecastle's pride, the delight of the crew.
But poor as a beggar, and often in tatters

He went, tho' his fortune was kind without end; For money, cried bill, and them there sort of matters,

What's the good on't, d'ye see, but to succour a friend!

There's NIPCHEESE, the purser, by grinding and squeezing,

First plund'ring, then leaving the ship like a rat ; The eddy of fortune stands on a stiff breeze in,

And mounts, fierce as fire, a dog vane in his hat. My bark, tho' hard storms on Life's ocean should rock her,

Tho' she roll in misfortune, and pitch end for end, No, never shall Bill keep a shot in the locker,

When, by handing it out, he can succour a friend.

Let them throw out their wipes, and ery, spite of

their crosses,

And, forgetful of toil that so hardly they bore, That sailors at sea earn their money like horses, "To squander it idly live asses ashore." Such lubbers their jaw would coil up, could they

measure,