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CRABBE. – BARRINGTON.- LEE. - KEMBLE. 445

Time has touched me gently in his race,
And left no odious furrows in my

face.
Tales of the Hall. Book xvii. The Widow

GEORGE BARRINGTON. 1755

True patriots all; for be it understood
We left our country for our country's good.?

Prologue written for the Opening of the Play-house at

New South Wales, Jan. 16, 1796.

HENRY LEE. 1756–1816.

To the memory of the Man, first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen.

Memoirs of Lee. Eulogy on Washington, Dec. 26, 1799.8

J. P. KEMBLE. 1757-1823.

See Farquhar, page 305.

hearts of his fellow-citizens.

Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love,
But — why did you

kick me down stairs ? 4

The Panel. Act i. Sc. 1. 1 Touch us gently, Time. – B. W. PROCTER : Touch us gently, T'ime.

Time has laid his hand
Upon my heart, gently.

LONGFELLOW : The Golden Legend, io. * To the memory of the Man, first in war, first in peace, and first in the

Resolutions presented to the United States' House of Representatives, on the Death of Washington, December, 1799. The eulogy was delivered a week later. Marshall

, in his “Life of Washington,” vol. v. p. 767, says in a note that these resolutions were prepared by Colonel Henry Lee, who was then not in his place to read them. Generai Robert E. Lee, in the Life of his father (1869), prefixed to the Report of his father's "Memoirs of the War of the Revolution,” gives (p. 5) the expression "fellow-citizens;" but on p. 52 he says: “But there is a line, a single line, in the Works of' Lee which would band him over to immortality, though he had never written another : "First in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen will last while language lasts."

* Altered from Bickerstaff's 'Tis Well 't is no Worse.” The lines are also found in Debrett's “ Asylum for Fugitive Pieces,” vol. i. p. 15.

HORATIO NELSON. 1758-1805.

In the battle off Cape St. Vincent, Nelson gave orders for boarding the “San Josef,” exclaiming “Westminster Abbey, or victory!” Life of Nelson (Southey). Vol. i. p. 93. England expects every man to do his duty."

Vol. ii. p. 131.

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Auld Nature swears the lovely dears

Her noblest work she classes, 0;
Her 'prentice han’ she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses, O! ?

Green grow the Rashes. Some books are lies frae end to end.

Death and Dr. Hornbook. Some wee short hours ayont the twal.

Ibid. The best laid schemes o mice and men

Gang aft a-gley;
And leave us naught but grief and pain
For promised joy.

To a Mouse.
When chill November's surly blast
Made fields and forests bare.

Man was made to ourn. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn.

Ibid.

1 This famous sentence thus first reported : “Say to the fleet, England confides that every man will do his duty." Captain Pasco, Nelson's flage lieutenant, suggested to substitute “expects" for "contides," which was adopted. Captain Blackwood, who commanded the “Euryalis," says that the correction suggested was from “ Nelson expects” to “England ex pects."

2 Man was made when Nature was But an apprentice, but woman when she Was a skilful mistress of her art.

Cupid's Whirliyig (1607).

Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.

The Cotter's Saturday Night. Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.

Ibid. He wales a portion with judicious care; And “Let us worship God,” he says with solemn air.

Ibid. Perhaps Dundee's wild-warbling measures rise, Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name.

Ibid. From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs,

That makes her loved at home, revered abroad : Princes and lords are but the breath of kings,

“An honest man's the noblest work of God.” 1 Ibid.

For a' that, and a’ that,
And twice as muckle 's a' that.

The Jolly Beggars.
O Life! how pleasant is thy morning,
Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning!
Cold-pausing Caution's lesson scorning,

We frisk away,
Like schoolboys at th’ expected warning,
To joy and play.

Epistle to James Smith. Misled by fancy's meteor ray,

By passion driven;
But yet the light that led astray
Was light from heaven.

The Vision. And like a passing thought, she fled

Ibid.

In light away.

Affliction's sons are brothers in distress;
A brother to relieve, – how exquisite the bliss !

A Winter Night.
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar
Showed him the gentleman and scholar.

The Twa Dogs

1 See Fletcher, page 183.

And there began a lang digression
About the lords o' the creation.

The Twa Doga

Oh wad some power the giftie gie us
To see oursel's as others see us !
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
And foolish notion.

To a Louse Then gently scan your brother man,

Still gentler sister woman;
Though they may gang a kennin' wrang,
To step aside is human."

Address to the Unco Guid.
What's done we partly may compute,
But know not what's resisted.

Toid. Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom.”

To a Mountain Daisy. O life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I !

Despondency. Perhaps it may turn out a sang, Perhaps turn out a sermon. Epistle to a Young Friend. I waive the quantum o’ the sin,

The hazard of concealing; But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling!

Turid The fear o'hell's a hangman's whip

To haud the wretch in order ;8 But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border.

Ibid. An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange For Deity offended !

Ibid. And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did the adviser!

Jbid

1 See Pope, page 325.
8 See Burton, page 193.

2 See Young, page 309.
4 See Shakespeare, page 129.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes;
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.

Flow gently, sweet Afton.
Oh whistle, and I'll come to ye, my lad."

Whistle, and I'll come to ye.
If naebody care for me,
I'll care for naebody.'

I hae a Wife o' my din
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne ?

Auld Lang Syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,

Ibid.
And pu'd the gowans fine.
Dweller in yon dungeon dark,
Hangman of creation, mark !
Who in widow weeds appears,
Laden with unhonoured years,
Voosing with care a bursting purse,
Baited with many a deadly curse ?

Ode on Mrs. Oswald.
To make a happy fireside clime

To weans and wife, –
That 's the true pathos and sublime
Of human life.

Epistle to Dr. Blacklock.
If there's a hole in a' your coats,

I rede ye tent it;
A chiel's amang ye takin' notes,

And, faith, he'll prent it.

On Captain Grose's Peregrinations through Scotland.
John Anderson my jo, John,

When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent.

John Anderson

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1 See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198.

2 See Bickerstaff, page 427.

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