A lady's * last farewel to her husband. Wrate a few days before her death. THou who dost a!l my worldly thoughts 1 employ, Thou'pleasing source of all my earthly joy, Thou tenderest husband, and thou dearest friend, To thee this last, this fond adieu I send. At length the conqu’ror Death asserts his right, And will for ever vail me from thy sight. He woos me to him with a cheerful grace, And not one terror clouds his awful face. He promises a lasting rest from pain, And shews that all life's fleeting joys are vain, Th' eternal scenes of heav'n he sets in view, And tells me that no other joys are true. But love, fond love, would yet refift his power, Would fain a while defer the parting hour. He brings thy weeping image to my right, And stays my passage to the realms of light.' But say thou dearest, thou unwearied friend, Say, souldit thou griève to see my forrows end ? . Thou know'st a painful pilgrimage I've past, And can thou mourn that rest is come at laft? Rather rejoice to see me shake off life, And die, as I have liv’d, your faithful wife. Daughter to the celebrated Dr. Welwood, The he hunting rue thao way, A memorable fong on the unhappy hunting of Chevy-chace, between Earl Douglas of Scat land, and Earl Piercy of England. N OD profper long our noble king, Our lives and safeties all, In Chevy-chace befal. Earl Piercy took his way, A vow to God did make, Three summer days to take ; To kill and bear away. He would prevent the sport. . Did to the woods resort, All chofeni men of might, To aim their shafts aright. To chace the fallow-deer. When day-light did appear; An hundred fat bucks slain. . The The bow-men muster'd on the hill, That day were guarded sure. The nimble deer to take ; An eccho shrill did make. To view the tender deer; This day to meet me here : No longer would I stay. Thus to the Earl did say: His men in armour bright, All marching in our sight; And take your bows with speed. Your courage to advance ; In Scotland or in France, But if my hap it were, With him to break a spear. Most like a baron bold, Whose armour Thin'd like golda ; Shew Shew me. (said he)- whose men you be; And kill my fallow-deer. was noble Piercy he, Nor shew whose men we be ; The choicest harts to llay. And thus in rage did say, One of us two shall die. Lord Piercy, so am I. And great offence to kill For they have done no ill: . And set our men aside. By whom this is denied. Witherington by name ; To Henry, his King, for shame, And I stood looking on.. And I a Squire alone... While I have power to stand; I'll fight with heart and, hand. .. Our Our Scottish archers bent their bows, Their hearts were good and true; Full fourscore English new. Douglas bade on the bent, The spears in shivers went. No Nacknefs there was found; Lay gasping on the ground. And likewise for to hear, Were scatter'd here and there ! Like chiftains of great might; And made a cruel fight. With swords of temp'red steel, They trickling down did feel. In faith I will thee bring By James, our Scottish King. And this report of thee, That ever I did see. Thy profer I do scorn. give, |