But wad ye see him in his glee, Guid fellows wi' him; And port, O port! shine thou a wee, And then ye'll see him! Now, by the pow'rs o' verse and prose! Thou art a dainty chiel, O Grose!— Whae'er o' thee shall ill suppose, They sair misca' thee; I'd take the rascal by the nose, Wad say, Shame fa' thee. ΤΟ ΤΟ MISS CRUIKSHANKS, A VERY YOUNG LADY. Written on the Blank Leaf of a Book, presented to her by the Author. BEAUTEOUS rose-bud, young and gay, Blooming on thy early May, Never may'st thou, lovely flow'r, Chilly shrink in sleety show'r! Never Boreas' hoary path, Never Eurus' pois'nous breath, Never, never reptile thief Riot on thy virgin leaf! Nor even Sol too fiercely view Thy bosom blushing still with dew! May'st May'st thou long, sweet crimson gem, 'Till some ev'ning, sober, calm, The loveliest form she e'er gave birth. ON ON READING IN A NEWSPAPER THE DEATH OF JOHN M'LEOD, ESQ. Brother to a young Lady, a particular Friend of the Author's. And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love Sweetly deckt with pearly dew Fair on Isabella's morn The sun propitious smil'd; But, long ere noon, succeeding clouds Succeeding hopes beguil❜d. Fate Fate oft tears the bosom chords And so that heart was wrung. Dread Omnipotence, alone, Can heal the wound he gave; Virtue's blossoms there shall blow, THE |