A lambkin in peace, but a lion in war, The pride of her kindred, the heroine grew: Her grandsire, old Odin, triumphantly swore,"Whoe'er shall provoke thee th' encounter shall rue!" With tillage or pasture at times she would sport, To feed her fair flocks by her green rustling corn; But chiefly the woods were her fav'rite resort, Her darling amusement, the hounds and the horn. Long quiet she reigned; 'till thitherward steers A flight of bold eagles from Adria's strand*: Repeated, successive, for many long years, They darken'd the air, and they plunder'd the land: Their pounces were murder, and terror their cry, The fell Harpy-raven took wing from the north, The scourge of the seas and the dread of the shoret; The wild Scandinavian boar issu'd forth To wanton in carnage and wallow in goret: O'er countries and kingdoms their fury prevail'd, No arts could appease them, no arms could repel; But brave Caledonia in vain they assail'd, As Largs well can witness, and Loncartie tell§. The Camelon-savage disturb'd her repose, *The Romans. The Danes. + The Saxons. Two famous battles, in which the Danes or Norwegians were defeated. Provok'd beyond bearing, at last she arose, And robb'd him at once of his hopes and his life*: The Anglian lion, the terror of France, Oft prowling, ensanguin'd the Tweed's silver flood; But, taught by the bright Caledonian lance, Thus bold, independent, unconquer'd, and free, Her bright course of glory for ever shall run: For brave Caledonia immortal must be; I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun: Rectangle-triangle, the figure we'll chuse, The upright is chance, and old time is the base; But brave Caledonia's the hypothenuse; Then ergo, she'll match them, and match them alwayst. The following Poem was written to a gentleman, who had sent him a news-paper, and offered to continue it free of expense. Kind sir, I've read your paper through, *The Picts. + This singular figure of poetry, taken from the mathematics, refers to the famous proposition of Pythagoras, the 47th of Euclid. In a right angled triangle, the square of the hypothenuse is always equal to the squares of the two other ides E. Or how the collieshangie works If Spaniard, Portuguese, or Swiss, In Britain's court kept up the game: The news o' princes, dukes, and earls, Ellisland, Monday morning, 1790. POEM ON PASTORAL POETRY. Hail, Poesie! thou nymph reserv'd! And och! o'er aft thy joes hae starv'd, Say, lassie, why thy train amang, To death or marriage; Scarce ane has tried the shepherd-sang In Homer's craft Jock Milton thrives; In thy sweet sang, Barbauld, survives But thee, Theocritus, wha matches' I pass by hunders, nameless wretches, That ape their betters. In this braw age o' wit and lear, And rural grace; And wi' the far-fam'd Grecian share Yes! there is ane; a Scottish callan! The teeth o' time may gnaw Tantallan, Thou paints auld nature to the nines*, *To the nines-exactly. E. Nae gowden stream thro' myrtles twines, While nightly breezes sweep the vines, In gowany glens thy burnie strays, Where blackbirds join the shepherd's lays Thy rural loves are nature's sel; That charm, that can the strongest quell, ON THE BATTLE OF SHERIFF-MUIR, Between the duke of Argyle and the earl of Mar. "O cam ye here the fight to shun, The red-coat lads wi' black cockades They rush'd and push'd, and blude outgush'd, The great Argyle led on his files, |