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Sae, whensoe'er they slight their maiks at hame,
cauld, And dozins+ down to nane, as fowk grow auld. Peggy. But we'll grow auld together, and ne'er
find The loss of youth, when love grows on the mind. Bairns and their bairns make sure a firmer tye, Than aught in love the like of us can spy. See yon twa elms that grow up side by side, Suppose them some years syne bridegroom and
bride; Nearer and nearer ilka year they've prest, Till wide their spreading branches are increas'd, And in their mixture now are fully blest : This shields the other frae the eastlin blast; That in return defends it frae the west. · Mates. Huckabuck. - Linen caps or coifs. Dwindles, VOL. IV.
Each hour a different face he wears,
Now laughing, now in sorrow;
And roars for power to-morrow.
At noon the Tories had him tight,
Each party try'd to ’ave won him;
That now both parties shun him.
See yon old, dull, important Lord,
Sits first, but does not lead:
And the tail moves the head.
you cross God's good intent? He made
for a President;
And have not got it now.
See valiant Cobham, valorous Stair,
Now strike my ravish'd eye:
Rusty with laying by.
You'll give opposing o'er :
Like Peter, at the door.
See who comes next~I kiss thy hands,
power, That gives you knowledge, judgment, parts, The courtier's wiles, the statesman's arts,
Of which you'd none before.
When great impending dangers shook
Judiciously from plough:
Th’ Exchequer gave to you.
found, Did they not make your
In Lady Loverule's bed.
Sic as stand single, (a state sae lik’d by you,)
airt' man bow. Jenny. I've done.--I yield, dear lassie, I man
Jenny. Anither time's as good; for see the sun
up the burn, she'll gie us a wicked rant: But when we've done, I'll tell you a' my mind; For this seems true-nae lass can be unkind.
SIR CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS.
BORN 1709.-DIED 1759.
SiR CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS was the son of John Hanbury, Esq. a South Sea Director. He sat in several parliaments, was, in 1744, installed a knight of the bath, and was afterwards minister at the courts of Berlin and Petersburgh.
TO A GREAT NUMBER OF GREAT MEN, NEWLY MADE.
See, a new progeny descends
Oh Muse! attend my call !
Direct it to them all.
O Clio! these are golden times ;
And thou no more go tatter'd :
Who never yet were flatter'd.
But first to Carteret fain you'd sing;
Yet careless how you use him;
And laugh if you abuse him.
Then (but there's a vast space betwixt)
Stiff in his popular pride :