ADDRESSED TO THE INFANT SON OF GAELUS, THE BARD OF DUNOVER.

SWEET Bud! thy full blue eye, health-blooming cheek,

And dimpling smile, how cherub-like to see! Gazing on that wild flow'r, thou fain would'st speak, But dream'st not, Boy, how it resembleth thee. Alike, you're nurtur'd in seclusion's shade;

Ev'n as frail man, its reign is quickly o'er; Another hour may see its beauties fade,

'It blooms its Summer, man enjoys no more. From

many a nipping blast, that tender flow'r Ere long, must turn its drooping head aside; So thou, perchance, must fall by ruthless pow'r, Or live to bear the bitter taunts of pride. Long may'st thou tread thy father's steps, sweet Boy! And crown thy parent's closing years with joy!

TO THE RIVER EDEN.

SWEET Stream! when on thy flow'ry banks I stray,
Or trace the wild-wood, mead, or fertile vale;
And hear the songsters mourn departing day,
Or taste at morn the health-bestowing gale,
Remembrance paints the change, in every scene,
That now delights not, but calls forth a tear:
From friends, still priz'd, an exile sad. I've been-
Life's joys are fled, and much have I to fear.
Sweet Stream! in fancy oft on thee I gaz'd,
When wand'ring with the Muse, in Erin's Isle;
And hope, perchance, in vain my spirits rais'd,
For hope, alas! oft whispers to beguile.
Now, sunk in want, on these lov'd banks I mourn,”
And think of pleasures that can ne'er return!

Cumberland Ballads.

M

CUMBERLAND BALLADS.

NICHOL THE NEWSMONGER.

TUNE," The Night before Larry was stretch'd."

COME, Nichol, and gi'e us thy cracks,
I seed te gang down to the smiddy;
I've fodder'd the naigs and the nowt,
And wanted to see thee 'at did e.
Ay, Andrew lad! draw in a stuil,
And gi'e us a shek o' thy daddle;
I got aw the news far and nar,

Sae set off as fast's e could waddle.

In France they've but sworrowfu' teymes,
For Bonnyprat's nit as he sud be;
America's nobbet sae sae;

And England nit quite as she mud be:
Sad wark there's amang blacks and wheytes,*
Sec tellin plain teales to their feaces,

Wi' murders, and wars, and aw that,
But, hod-I forget where the pleace is.

* Alluding to the insurrection of the blacks.