That which diftinguished the gender

O' Balaam's afs;

A broom-stick o' the witch of Endor,

Weel fhod wi' brafs.

Forbye, he'll fhape you aff fu' gleg

The cut of Adam's philibeg;

The knife that nicket Abel's craig

He'll prove you fully,

It was a faulding jocteleg,

Or lang kail-gullie.

But wad ye fee him in his glee, For meikle glee and fun has he,

Then fet him down, and twa or three

Gude fellows wi' him;

And port, O port! shine thou a wee,

And then ye'll fee him!

Now,

Now, by the Pow'rs o' Verfe and Profe! Thou art a dainty chield, O Grose !— Whae'er o' thee fhall ill suppose,

They fair misca' thee;

I'd take the rascal by the nose,

Wad fay, Shame fa' thee.

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MISS C*********

a very young Lady.

Written on a blank leaf of a Book, prefented to her by the Author.

BEAUTEOUS rofe-bud, young and

Blooming on thy early May,

Never may't thou, lovely Flow'r,

Chilly fhrink in fleety fhow'r!

Never Boreas' hoary path,

Never Eurus' pois'nous breath,

Never baleful ftellar lights,

gay,

Taint thee with untimely blights!

Never, never reptile thief

Riot on thy virgin leaf!

Nor even Sol too fiercely view

Thy bofom blushing ftill with dew!

Mayft thou long, fweet crimfon gem,
Richly deck thy native stem ;
Till fome ev'ning, fober, calm,
Dropping dews, and breathing balm,
While all around the woodland rings,
And ev'ry bird thy requiem fings;
Thou, amid the dirgeful found,
Shed thy dying honours round,
And refign to Parent Earth

The lovelieft form the e'er gave birth.

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SONG.

SON G.

ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire,
And waste my foul with care;
But ah! how bootless to admire,
When fated to despair!

Yet in thy prefence, lovely Fair,
To hope may be forgiv'n;
For fure 'twere impious to despair

So much in fight of Heav'n.

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