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Sons of the spear!
You feel us near,

lo many a ghastly dream;
With fancy's eye
Our forms you spy,

And hear our fatal scream.
With clearer sight
Ere falls the night,

Just when to weal or woe
Your disembodied souls take flight
On trembling wing-each startled sprite

Our choir of death shall know.

"T was thou that once taught me, in accents berasa

To sing how a warrior lay stretch'd on the plain, And a maiden hung o'er him with aid unavailing,

And held to his lips the cold goblet in vain; As vain those enchantments, O queen of wild numbers

To a bard when the reign of his fancy is o'er, And the quick pulse of feeling in apathy slumbers

Farewell then-Enchantress !—I meet thee no more

Wheel the wild dance,
While lightnings glance,

And thunders rattle loud,
And call the brave
To bloody grave,

To sleep without a shroud.

EPITAPH ON MRS ERSKINE. Plain, as her native dignity of mind, Arise the tomb of her we have resigo'd: Uuflawd and stainless be the marble scroll, Emblem of lovely form, and candid soul.But, oh! what symbol may avail, to tell The kindness, wit, and sepse, we loved so well! What sculpture show the broken ties of life, Here buried with the parent, friend, and wife! Or, on the tablet, stamp each title dear, By which thine uro, EUPREMTA, claims the tear! Yet, taucht, by thy meek sufferance, to assume Patience in anguisha, hope beyond the tomb, Resign'd, though sad, this votive verse shall flow, And brief, alas! as thy brief span below.

Burst, ye clouds, in tempest showers, Redder rain shall soon be ours

See, the east grows wanYield we place to sterner game, Ere deadlier bolts and drearier flame

MR KEMBLE'S FAREWELL ADDRESS, But spied a mouse upon her marriage day,
ON TAKING LEAVE OF THE EDINBURGH STAGE.

Forgot ber spouse and seized upon her prey;
As the worn war-horse, at the trumpet's sound,

Even thus my bridegroom lawyer, as you saw, Erects bis mane, and neighs, and paws the ground

Threw off poor me and pounced upon papa. Disdains the ease his generous lord assigns,

His neck from Hymen's mystic knot made loose, And longs to rush on the embattled lines,

He twisted round my sire's the literal noose.

Such are the fruits of our dramatic labour,
So I, your plaudits ringing on mine ear,
Can scarce sustain to think our parting near;

Since the New Jail became our next door neighbour.'
To think my seenic hour for ever past,
And that those valued plaudits are my last.

Yes, times are changed, for in your fathers' age

The lawyers were the patrons of the stage; Why should we part, while still some powers remain,

However bigh advanced by future fate, That in your service strive not yet in vain?

There stands the bench (points to the Pit) that first reCannot high zeal the strength of youth supply,

ceived their weight. And sense of duty fire the fading eye ?

The future legal sage, 't was ours to see, And all the wrongs of age remain subdued

Doom though unwiggʻd, and plead without a fee. Beneath the burning glow of gratitude ? Ah po' the taper, weariog to its close,

But now astounding each poor mimic elf, Oft for a space in fitful lustre glows;

Instead of lawyers comes the Law herself; But all too soon the transient gleam is past,

Tremendous neighbour, on our right she dwells, I cannot be renewd, and will not last;

Builds high her towers and excavates her cells; Even duty, zeal, and gratitude, can wage

While on the left, she agitates the town But short-lived conflict with the frosts of age.

With the tempestuous question, Up or down?? Yes! Ji were poor, remembering what I was,

"Twixi Scylla and Charybdis thus stand we, To live a pensioner on your applause,

Law's final end and law's uncertainty. To drain the dregs of your endurance dry,

But soft! who lives at Rome the pope must flatter, And take, as alms, the praise I once could buy,

And jails and lawsuits are no jesting matter. Till every speering youth around inquires,

Then-just farewell! we wait with serious awe, « Is this the man who once could please our sires!»

Till your applause or censure gives the law, And scorn assumes compassion's doubtful mien,

Trusting our humble efforts may assure ye, To warn me off from the encumber'd scene.

We hold you court and counsel, judge and jury.
This must not be ;--and higher duties crave
Some space between the theatre and the grave;
That, like the Roman in the Capitol,

SONG.
I may adjust my maotle ere I fall :
My life's brief act in public service flown,

Ou, say not, my love, with that mortified air,

That your spring-time of pleasure is flown,
The last, the closing scene, must be my own.

Nor bid me to maids that are younger repair,
Here, then, adieu! while yet some well-graced parts For those raptures that still are thine own.
May fix an ancient favourite in your hearts,
Sot quite to be forgotten, even when

Though April his temples may wreathe with the vine, You look on better actors, younger men:

Its tendrils in infancy curid, And if your bosoms own this kindly debt

"T is the ardour of August matures us the wine Of old remembrance, how shall mine forget

Whose life-blood enlivens the world. O, how forget!--how oft I lither came

Though thy form, that was fashion d as light as a fay's, In anxious hope, how oft return'd with fame!

Has assumeil a proportion more round, How oft arouod your circle this weak land

And thy glance, that was bright as a falcon's at gaze,
Has waved immortal Shakspeare's magic wand,
Till the full burst of inspiration came,

Looks soberly now on the ground, -
And I have felt, and you bave fanu'd the flame! Enough, after absence to meet me again,
By memory treasured, while ber reign endures,

Thy steps still with ecstasy move;
Those bours must live-and all their charms are yours. Enough, that those dear sober glauces retain
O favour'd land ! renown'd for arts and arms,

For me the kind language of love!
For manly talent and for female charms,
Could this full bosom prompt the sinking line,

THE PALMER..
What fervent benedictions now were thine!
But my last part is play'd, my knell is rung,

« () Open the door, some pity to show,
When e'en your praise falls faltering from my tongue; Keen blows the northern wind;
And all that you can hear, or I can tell,

"It is necessary to mention, that the allusions in this piece are Is-Friends and Patrons, hail, and FARE YOU WELL!

all loral, and addressed only to the Edinburgh audience. The
new prisons of the city, on the Calion Hill, are not far from the

Theatre.
FPILOGUE TO THE APPEAL,

At this time the pallie of Edinburgh was much agitated by a SPOKEN BY MES 1. SIDDONS.

lawsuit betwixt tbe ma istraies and many of the inbalitaats of the

city, concerning the range of new buildings on the western side of A CAT of yore (or else old Æsop lied)

the North Bridge ; which the latter insisted should be removed as a Was changed into a fair and blooming bride,

deformity.

The glen is white with the drifted snow,

And the path is hard to find.

«No outlaw seeks your castle gate,

From chasing the king's deer,
Though even an outlaw's wretched state

Might claim compassion here.

that she might see him as he rode past. Her anxiety and eagerness gave such force to her organs, that she is said to have distinguished his horse's footsteps at an incredible distance. But Tushielaw, unprepared for the change in her appearance, and not expecting to see her in that place, rode on without recognizing her, or even slackening, his pace. The lady was unable to support the shock, and, after a short struggle, died in the arms of her attendants. There is an instance similar to this traditional tale in Count Hamilton's Fleur d Épine.

« A weary Palmer, worn and weak,

I wander for my sin;
O open, for Our Lady's sake,

A pilgrim's blessing win!

«I'll give you pardons from the pope,.

And reliques from o'er the sea,Or if for these you will not ope,

Yet open for charity.

O Lovers' eyes are sharp to see,

And lovers' ears in hearing;
And love, in life's extremity,

Can lend an hour of cheering.
Disease had been in Mary's bower,

And slow decay from mourning,
Though now she sits on Neidpath's tower,
. To watch her love's returning.

« The hare is crouching in her form,

The hart beside the hind;
An aged man, amid the storm,

No shelter can I find.

« You hear the Ettrick's sullen roar,

Dark, deep, and strong is he, And I must ford the Ettrick o'er,

Unless you pity me.

All sunk and dim her eyes so bright,

Her form decay'd by pining,
Till through her wasted hand, at night,

You saw the taper shining.
By fits, a sultry hectic hue

Across her cheek was flying;
By fits, so asliy pale she grew,

Her maidens thought her dying.

« The iron gate is bolted hard,

Al which I knock in vain;
The owner's heart is closer barr'd,

Who hears me thus complain.

« Farewell, farewell! and Mary grant,

When old and frail you be, You never may the shelter want,

That's now denied to me.»

Yet keenest powers to see and hear

Seem'd in ber frame residing;
Before the watch-dog prick'd his ear,

She heard her lover's riding; .
Ere scarce a distant form was kennd,

She knew, and waved to greet him;
And o'er the battlement did bend, .

As on the wing to meet him.

The ranger on his couch lay warm,

And heard him plead in vain ; But oft, amid December's storm,

He 'll hear that voice again :

He came--he pass d-an heedless gaze,

As o'er some stranger, glancing;
Her welcome, spoke in faltering phrase,

Lost in his courser's prancing-
The castle arch, whose hollow tone

Returns each whisper spoken,
Could hardly catch the feeble moan,

Which told her heart was broken.

For lo, when through the vapours dank,

Morn shone on Ettrick fair,
A corpse amid the alders rank,

The Palmer welter'd there.

THE MAID OF NEIDPATH.

WANDERING WILLIE.
All joy was bereft me the day that you left me,

And climb'd the tall vessel to sail yon wide sea; TAERE is a tradition in Tweeddale, that when Neid-10 weary betide it! I wander'd beside it, path Castle, near Peebles, was inhabited by the Earls of And bann'd it for parting my Willie and me. March, a mutual passion subsisted between a daughter of that noble family, and a son of the Laird of Tushie- Far o'er the wave hast thou follow'd thy fortune, law, in Ettrick Forest. As the alliance was thought Oft fought the squadrons of France and of Spain; unsuitable by her parents, the young man went abroad. Ac kiss of welcome 's worth twenty at partin During his absence, the lady fell into a consumption, / Now I hae gotten my Willie again. and at length, as the only means of saving her life, her father consented that her lover should be recalled. On When the sky it was mirk, and the winds they were the day when he was expected to pass through Peebles, wailing, on the road to Tushielaw, the young lady, though I sat on the beach wi' the tear in my ee, much exhausted, caused herself to be carried to the And thought of the bark where my Willie was sailing. balcony of a house in Peebles, belonging to the family, ! And wish'd that the tempest could a' blav on me.

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wail on the road to Tushielaw, the young lady, though, I sat on much exhausted, caused herself to be carried to the And thou: balcony of a house in Peebles, belonging to the family, / And win!

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