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XLV.

ET mafonry be now my theme

Throughout the globe to fpread its fame, And eternize each worthy brother's name: Your praife fhall to the fkies refound,

In lafting happiness abound,

And with sweet union all your noble deeds be crown'd. Chor. Sing then, my mufe, to mason's glory;

Your names are so rever'd in ftory,

That all th' admiring world do now adore ye.

Let harmony divine infpire

Your fouls with love and generous fire,
To copy well wife Solomon your fire.
Knowledge fublime fhall fill each heart,
The rules of geometry t' impart,

[rious art.

Whilft wisdom, ftrength, and beauty crown the glo

Chor. Sing then, my mufe, &c.

Let noble Leven's health go round,

In fwelling cups all cares be drown'd,

And hearts united 'mongst the craft be found.

May everlasting scenes of joy.

His peaceful hours of blifs employ,

[n,er destroy.

Which time's all conqu'ring hand fhall ne'er, fhall

Chor. Sing then, my mufe, &c.

My brethren, thus all cares refign;

Your hearts let glow with thoughts divine,

And veneration fhow to Solomon's fhrine.

Our annual tribute thus we'll pay,

That late pofterity may fay,

[day.

We've crown'd with joy this glorious, happy, happy,

Chor. Sing then, my mufe, to mafon's glory,

Your names are fo rever'd in flory,

That all th' admiring world do now adore ye.

XLVI.

ON, on, my dear brethren, pursue the great.lecture,

And refine on the rules of old architecture:
High honour to mafons the craft daily brings,
To thofe brothers of princes, and fellows of kings.
We drove the rude Vandals and Goths off the ftage,
And reviv'd the old arts of Aguftus's fam'd age;
Vefpafian deftroy'd the vast temple in vain,
Since fo many now rife under Leven's great reign.
The noble five orders, compos'd with fuch art,
Shall amaze the nice eye, and engage the whole heart :
Proportion, sweet harmony, gracing the whole,
Gives our work, like the glorious creation, a foul.
Then, Master and brethren, preferve your great name,
This lodge, fo Majestic, fhall purchase you fame ;
Rever'd it fhall stand, till all nature expire,

And its glories ne'er fade, 'till the world is on fire.
See! fee! behold here what rewards all our toil,
Infpires our genius, and makes labour fmile:
To our noble grand mafter let a bumper bé crown'd,
To all mafons a bumper; fo let it go round.
Again, my lov'd brethren, again let it pafs,
Our ancient firm union, cement with a glass,
And all the contention 'mongst masons shall be,
Who better can work, or who better agree.

XLVII,

HAI
AIL Masonry! thou craft divine!

Glory of earth, from heav'n reveal'd;
Which doth with jewels precious fhine,
From all but mafon's eyes conceal'd.
Chor. Thy praises due who can rehearse,

In nervous profe, or flowing verfe?
As men from beasts diftinguish'd are,
A mafon other men excels;

For what's in knowledge choice or rare,
But in his breaft fecurely dwells?
Chor. His filent breaft, and faithful heart,
Preferves the fecrets of the art.

From fcorching heat and piercing cold,
From beafts whofe roar the foreft rends
From the affaults of warriors bold,
The mafon's art mankind defends.
Chor. Be to this art due honour paid,

From which mankind receive fuch aid.
Enfigns of state, that feed our pride,
Diftinctions troublesome and vain!
By mafon's true are laid afide,

Art's free-born fons fuch toys difdain.
Chor. Ennobled by the name they bear,

Diftinguished by the badge they wear.
Sweet fellowship, from envy free,
Friendly converfe of brotherhood,
The lodge's lafting cement be,
Which has for ages firmly ftood.*
Chor. A lodge thus built, for ages paft
Has lafted, and will ever laft.

Then in your fongs be justice done
To thofe who have enrich'd the art,
From Jable down to Burlington,

And let each brother bear a part,

Chor. Let noble mafons healths go round,
Their praife in lofty lodge refound.

XLVIII.

THURSDAY in the morn, the nineteenth of May,
Recorded for ever the famous ninety-two,

Brave Ruffel did difcern, by dawn of day,
The lofty fails of France advancing now
All hands aloft, aloft, let English valour fhine;
Let fly a culverin, the fignal for the line;
Let every hand fupply his gun.

"Follow me, and you'll fee

That the battle will be foon begun."
E

Tourville on the main triumphant roll'd,

To meet the gallant Ruffel in combat on the deep, He led a. noble train of heroes bold,

To fink the English admiral and his fleet.
Now ev'ry gallant mind to victory doth aspire;
The bloody fight's begun; the fea is all on fire:
And mighty Fate ftood looking on;

"Whilft a flood, all of blood,

Fill'd the fcuppers of the Rifing Sun."

Sulpher, fmoke, and fire, disturb the air;

With thunder and wonder affright the Gallic shore ; Their regulated bands stood trembling near, To fee the lofty ftreamers now no more; At fix o'clock the red, the fmiling victors led, To give a fecond blow, the total overthrow; And death and horror equal reign. "Now they cry, run or die,

British colours ride the vanquish'd main,” See they fly amaz'd through rocks and fands: One danger they grafp at, to fhun the greater fate. In vain they cry for aid to weeping lands;

The nymphs and fea-gods mourn their loft eftate; For evermore adieu, thou dazzling Rifing Sun, From thy untimely end thy mafter's fate began; Enough thou mighty God of war!

"Now wafing, bless the king, Let us drink to every British tar.'

THE

XLIX.

HE Chevalier, being void of fear,
Did march up Birslie brae, man;

And through Tranent, e'er he did stent,
As fast as he could gae, man :
While General Cope did taunt and mock,
Wi' mony a loud huzza, man;
But e'er next morn proclaim'd the cock,
We heard another craw, man ;

The brave Lochiel, as I heard tell,
Led Camerons on in clouds, man;

The morning fair, and clear the air,!
They loos'd with dev'lifh thuds, man :
Down guns they threw, and fwords they drew,
And foon did chace them aff, man.
On Seaton-crafts they buft their chafts,
And gart them run like daft, man.
The bluff dragoons fwore blood and 'oons,
They'd make the rebels run, man;
And yet they flee, when them they fee,
And winna fire a gun, mán.

They turn'd their back, the foot they brake,
Such terror feiz'd them a', man;
Some wat their checks; fome fyl'd their breeks;
And fome for fear did fa', man.

The volunteers prick'd up their ears,
And vow but they were croufe, man;
But when the bairns faw't turn to earns,
They were not worth a louse, man ;
Maift feck gade hame, O fy for shame!
They'd better ftaid awa', man ;
Than wi' cockade to make parade,
And do nae good at a', man.

* Monteith the great, when her fell fhit,
Un'wares did ding him o'er, man ;
Yet wad nae ftand to bear a hand,
But aff fou faft did fcour, man;
O'er Soutra-hill, e'er he flood ftill ;
Before he tafted meat, man;
Troth he may brag of his fwift nag,
That bare him aff fae fleet, man;
And † Simpson keen, to clear the cen
Of rebels far in wrang, man:

* Monteith, minifter of Longformacus, a volunteer, happened, the night before the battle, to come upon a Highlander, eafing nature at Prefton, threw him over, took his gun away, and carried it as a trophy to Cope's camp.

+ Mr Simpfon minifter of Falla, volunteer, who brag'd that he would convince the rebels of their ex