The child that a mother attended and loved, The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye, The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne, The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap; The saint that enjoyed the communion of heaven, So the multitude goes-like the flower and the weed So the multitude comes-even these we behold For we are the same things that our fathers have been, The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would think, KATIE GLASGOW. They loved-but their story we cannot unfold; 87 They scorned-but the heart of the haughty is cold; For they died-ay, they died! and we things that are now, Who make in their dwellings a transient abode, Yea, hope and despondency, pleasure and pain, And the smile and the tear, and the song and the dirge, 'Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath, WILLIAM KNOX. These lines having been found in manuscript among the papers of the late Abraham Lincoln, President of the United States, were published in America as the work of the great Liberator of the American slaves; it is so far creditable to Lincoln's taste that he appreciated them so much as to copy them with his own hand. But there can be no doubt respecting the authorship. They first appeared in 1825, in a volume of lyrics, entitled the "Harp of Zion." Knox was a native of Lilliesleaf, Roxburghshire, where he was educated. He was for some time a farmer, and died at Edinburgh in 1825 at the age of 36. He published several volumes of sacred poetry. Many of his pieces are exquisitely beautiful. It is worthy of notice, that Lincoln admired them so much that he was in the habit of often quoting and reciting them, both in public and private. He made inquiry for the author, and on being informed he was dead, sent a donation of £10 to the poet's father. KATIE GLASGOW. O BONNIE Katie Glasgow how are ye fennin' now, O bonnie Katie Glasgow! ye were handsome, young, and fair, Love danced amang the ringlets o' your rich and glossy hair; And youth and love and beauty, and happy hearts were theirs, Who formed the merry company when I was at Carstairs. O bonnie Katie Glasgow! I've wandered far and wide, O'er deserts wild, o'er mountains high, o'er ocean's foaming tide, And joined in luxury's festive scenes where wealth and splendour glares, But ne'er forgot that happy nicht when I was at Carstairs. I've seen the Highland maidens bloom, sweet flowers amang the hills, I've seen the factory beauties stream in hundreds frae the mills, And the ruddy dark-eyed Clydesdale maids at Clydesdale merry fairs, But ne'er forgot that happy nicht when I was at Carstairs. I've seen the city ladies shine, the noblest of the land, O bonnie Katie Glasgow! I often mind you still, Katie was a native of Carstairs, and became the wife of a farmer at Dolphinton. A CRACK OWRE A CHAPPIN IN AMERICA, WI' JOHN PRENTICE, LATE OF COVINGTON MAINS, BY HEW AINSLIE. LET'S tell auld tales o' far awa' While stretchin' out oor legs; An' though oor drink's no usquebaugh, A CRACK OWRE A CHAPPIN IN AMERICA. Wake up, ye spirits of the past Ay, let our youngsters kick the mools, But stoutest tree e'er stood on lan' We ken hoo things are handled here, It's richt bee-like to fill the byke, Gloomin' at a' things in his grip, It's lang been said what's crossed the craig An' sages hint that what is tint Is twice tint when lamented. But saws o' age an' counsels sage Are no' aye owre weel ta'en; So here we'll quat--haud in your cup---- 89 Mr. Prentice was the son of Archibald Prentice, farmer in Covington Mains, with whom Burns spent the night, and was hospitably entertained with a large company of Mr. Prentice's friends, on his first journey to Edinburgh. John succeeded his father as the farmer of Covington Mains, but ultimately went to the United States, where he made the acquaintance of Ainslie. A PRAYER. O Thou! who rulest and reignest on high; Where angels, archangels, and cherubims stand, All in shining robes and with harps of gold, We are wandering in sorrow and darkness here, Our sins, we confess, are in number more Thy warnings and threatenings remembered not; |