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flow have I trembled, when, at Tancred's stroke, Its gushing blood 'the gaping cypress pour'd!
When each live plant with mortal accents spokus
How have I sat, when pip'd the pensive wind,
Prevailing poet! whose undoubting mind
Hence, at each sound, imagination glows!
Hence his warm lay with softest sweetness flows!
All hail, ye scenes that o'er my soul prejail;
Are by smooth Annan* fill'd, or pastral Tay,* ,
Your lowly glens, t v'erliung with spreading broom;
Or o'er your mountains creep, in awful gloom! Then will I dress once more the faded
Where Jonson sat in Drummond's classic shade; Or crop from Tiviotdale, each lyric flower,
And mourn, on Yarrow's banks, wiero Willy's laid ! Meantime, ye powers that on the plains wļiel bore
The coralial youth, on Lothian's plajnsl attend !
Three rivers in Scotland.
+ Vallies. Ben Jonson paid a visit on fooi, in 1619, to the Scotch poet Drummond, at his seat of Iluwihoitaden, within four miles of Edinburgh, -- || Barrow, it seems, was at the Elinburgh University, which is in the county of Lothian.
Where'er Home dwells, on hill, or lowly moos,
To him I lose your kind protection lerd,
* The following exquisité Supplemental Stanzas to the foregoing Ode, will be found to commemorate some striking Scottish superstitions omitted by Col: lins. They are the production of William Erskine, Esq. Advocate, and form' a' Continuation of the Ad. dress, by Collins, to the Author of Douglas, exhorting him to celebrate the traditions of Scotland. They originally appeared in the Edinburgh Magazine for April, 1788.
T Tell T:
W Wie 0
Thy muse may telt, how, when at evening's close,
In merry mood the village maiden goes,
Chanting some carol till her swain appears, With visage, deadly pale, in pensive guise,
Beneath a wither'd fir his form he rears !!! Shirieking and sad, she bends her eirie flight,
When mid dire heaths, whero fits the taper blue,
The airy funeral meets her blasted vicw!
Where magpies scatter notes of presage wide,
|| The wraithi, or spectral appearance, of a person stortly to die, is a firm article in the creed of Sco'tish superstition Nor is it unknown in our sister king. dom. See the beautiful Lady Diana Rich:---lubrey's Miscellanies, p. 89.
Some one shall tell, while tears in torrents ftow,
" Let these sad strains to lighter sounds give place Bid thy brisk viol warble measures gay
! For see! recall'd by thy resistless lay,
Once more the Brownie shews his honest face. Hail, from thy wanderings long, my much lov'd
sprite Thou friend, thou lover of the lowly, hail, Tell, in what realms thou sport'st thy merry night,
Trail'st the long mop, or whirl'st the mímic flair.
While the tir'd damsel in Elysium sleeps,
Or lull the dame while mirth his vigils keeps ?
Thou ply'dst the kindly task in years of yore?
Spread in thy nightly cell of viand's store:
•' The Brownie formed a class of beings, distinct in habit and disposition from the freakish and misa chieyous elves, He was meagre, shaggy, and wild in his
appearance. Thus, Clealand, in his satire against, the Highlanders, compares them to
Faunes, or brownies, if ye wil,
Or satyrs come from Atlas hill.. In the day time, he lurked in remote recesses of the old houses which he delighted to haunt; and, in the night, sedulously employed himself in discharg.
" Then wake (for well thou canst) that wondrous lay,
How, while around the thoughtless matrons sleep, Soft o'er the floor the treacherous fairies creep,
And bear the smiling infant far away :
ing any laborious task which he thought might be acceptable to the family, to whose service he had devoted himself. But, although, like Milton's lubber fiend, he loves to stretch himself by the fire,* he does not drudge from the hope of recompence. Ox the contrary, so delicate is his attachment, that the offer of reward,' but particularly of food, infallibly occasions his disappearance for ever.
i-how the drudging goblin sweat,
L'Allegro. • When the 'meniáls in a Scottish family protracted their vigils around the kitchen 'fire, Brownie, weary of being excluded from the midnight hearth, some times appeared at the door, seemed to watch their departure, and thus admonished tiiem-Gang a' to your beds, sirs, and dinna put out the wee grieshock (embers).”
$ It is told of a Brownię, who haunted a border family, now extinct, that the lady having fallen un
How starts the nurse, when for lier lovely child,
She sees at dawni a gaping idiot stare!
And save the parents fond from fell despair!
When from their hilly dens, at midnight's hour,
And o'er the moonlight heath with swiftness scour;
expectedly in labour, and the servant who was or-