XI. THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE. This little moral poem was writ by Sir Henry Wotton, who died Provost of Eaton, in 1639. Æt. 72. It is printed from a little collection of his pieces, intitled, Reliquiæ Wottonianæ, 1651, 12mo; compared with one or two other copies.1 How happy is he born or taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his highest skill: Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepar'd for death; Who hath his life from rumours freed; Who envies none, whom chance doth raise, 5 10 How deepest wounds are given with praise; 15 Who God doth late and early pray And entertaines the harmless day With a well-chosen book or friend, 20 1 Ben Jonson, when he visited Drummond, at Hawthornden, had these verses by heart.'-ED. This man is freed from servile bands XII. GILDEROY -was a famous robber, who lived about the middle of the last century, (i.e. 17th) if we may credit the histories and story-books of highwaymen, which relate many improbable feats of him, as his robbing Cardinal Richlieu, Oliver Cromwell, &c. But these stories have probably no other authority, than the records of Grub-street: At least the Gilderoy, who is the hero of Scottish Songsters, seems to have lived in an earlier age; for, in Thompson's Orpheus Caledonius, Vol. II. 1733, 8vo. is a copy of this ballad, which, tho' corrupt and interpolated, contains some lines that appear to be of genuine antiquity in these he is represented as contemporary with Mary Q. of Scots : ex. gr. : 'The Queen of Scots possessed nought, That my love let me want: For cow and ew to me he brought, And ein whan they were scant.' Those lines perhaps might safely have been inserted among the following stanzas, which are given from a written copy, that appears to have received some modern corrections. Indeed the common popular ballad contained some indecent luxuriances that required the pruning-hook.1 GILDEROY was a bonnie boy, Had roses tull his shoone, To see sae trim a boy; He was my jo and hearts delight, 5 1 Gilderoy and some of his gang were hanged at Gallowlee, between Leith and Edinburgh, July 1638. They had been notorious robbers in the Highlands of Perthshire. Campbell has a short poem on the subject.—ED. Oh! sike twa charming een he had, A breath as sweet as rose, But costly silken clothes; Nane eir tull him was coy: Ah! wae is mee! I mourn the day My Gilderoy and I were born, For Gilderoy that luve of mine, Wi' mickle joy we spent our prime, Till we were baith sixteen, Among the leaves sae green; Aft on the banks we'd sit us thair, Wi' garlands gay wad deck my hair Oh! that he still had been content, But, ah! his manfu' heart was bent, To stir in feates of strife: And he in many a venturous deed, His courage bauld wad try; And now this gars mine heart to bleed, And when of me his leave he tuik, The tears they wat mine ee, I gave tull him a parting luik, 'My benison gang wi' thee; God speed thee weil, mine ain dear heart, For gane is all my joy; My heart is rent sith we maun part, My handsome Gilderoy.' My Gilderoy baith far and near, 45 50 55 Was fear'd in every toun, Giff Gilderoy had done amisse, To hang sike handsome men: As thee, my Gilderoy. Of Gilderoy sae fraid they were, Tull Edenburrow they led him thair, They hung him high aboon the rest, He was sae trim a boy; Thair dyed the youth whom I lued best, My handsome Gilderoy. Thus having yielded up his breath, I bare his corpse away; Wi' tears, that trickled for his death, I washt his comelye clay; And siker in a grave sae deep, I laid the dear-lued boy, And now for evir maun I weep, ** $5 90 95 |