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Beneath his flintie tower a noisome dungeon lies, Where many wretches pine unseen of mortal eyes, They waste the night and day in sobs and doleful cries,

[skies. Ah! never mo, poor souls! ye'll ken the cheerful

Like an olde baronne of the lande,
And the lande's olde baronne.

His ladie was indeed a faire and comely flower, But she was nothing more than first slave in her bower,

[stowre, She little converse had with her lord so stiff and For women he mote deem but toyes for idle hour.

Like an olde baronne of the lande,
And the lande's olde baronne.

No studie the baronne had, for bookes he could

na reede, Ne yet for learned men did he e'er trouble his heade, A burley priest he payd to sing masse for his

father deid, And shrive the living lordeperdie there was

marvellous neede.

Like an olde baronne of the lande,
And the lande's olde baronne.

If any chiefs less strong provoked his savage ire, Their tenants' fields and woods he wastes with sword and fire,

[pyre Their castels a' are brent, and midst the smoking Their poor defenceless wives, their prettie babes

expire.

Like an olde baronne of the lande,
And the lande's olde baronne.

Ah! dismal daies were these of outrage and of woe! Such daies as I foresee our sonnes shall never know, For a race of nobles new prophetick Muses show, Who, though some simple be, are better than the

olde, I trow.

Like a new baronne of the king's,
And the king's new baronne.

Instead of rocky tower, all wrapt in sullen gloome, Rise structures faire and graunde as those of ancient Rome,

[luxuriant bloome, With sloping lawns where flowers and shrubs And streames that smiling flow in bankes that

breathe perfume.

Like a new castle of the londe,
And the londe's new castle.

In seats like these, I wis, a far superior kinde, The faire, the learn'd, the gay shall cast their

cares behinde, And, when the feast is done, a nobler joy shall finde In wise and sweet discourse, the banquette of the

minde.

Like a new guest of the baronne,
And the baronne's new guest.

The artes of civil life shall then be duly taught, And dear domestick peace the first of blessings thought;

[sought The women, slaves no more, by men shall aye be As guides, companions, friends,--for so, in sooth,

they ought.

Like polish'd damselles of the courte,
And the courte's polish'd damselles.

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The lorde shall still reoeive his rents for house and lande,

[bande; But not to feede and swill a wilde, tumultuous Defended by the lawes, the weak secure shall

stande, And every poore man eate the labour of his hand.

Like a free subject of the king's,

And the king's free subject. In senates grave and sage, the peere, a patriot growne,

[owne, Shall watch the publick good as dearly as his Our glory strive to spread, where'er the sunne has shone,

[throne. And raise his loyal arme to guard, not shake, the

Like a true noble of the king's,

And the king's true noble. Yet such as these, in troth, ye mun expect but few, Some new baronnes shall be ne wise, ne just, ne true,

[harm can do: But so close shall their power be pared they little Then happy daies are these, reserved, my sonnes,

for you!

Like free-born men of old Englonde,
And old Englonde's free born men.

REV. S. HOOLE.

THE VICAR. OF BRAY.

In good King Charles's golden days,

When loyalty no harm meant, A furious high churchman I was,

And so I gain'd preferment;

Unto my flock I daily preach'd,

Kings were by God appointed; And damn'd all those that dare resist

Or touch the Lord's anointed.

CHORUS.
And this is law I will maintain

Until my dying day, sir,
That, whatsoever king shall reign,

I will be Vicar of Bray, sir.
When royal James possess'd the crown,

And Popery grew in fashion, The penal laws I hooted down,

And read the Declaration;
The church of Rome I found would fit

Full well my constitution ;
And I had been a Jesuit
But for the Revolution.

And this is law, &c.
When William, our deliverer, came

To heal the nation's grievance,
Another face of things was seen

I swore to him allegiance.
Old principles I did revoke,

Set conscience at a distance;
Passive obedience is a joke,
A jest is nonresistance.

And this is law, &c.

When royal Anne became our queen,

The Church of England's glory, Another face of things was seen

And I became a Tory.

Occasional conformists base

I damn'd, and moderation;
And thought the church in danger was
By such prevarication.

And this is law, &c.
When George in pudding-time came o'er,

And moderate men look'd big, sir, My principles I changed once more,

And so became a Whig, sir.
And thus preferment I procured

From our Faith's great Defender;
And almost every day abjured
The Pope and the Pretender.

And this is law, &c.
The' illustrious House of Hanover,

And Protestant Succession,
To them I lustily will swear-

While they can keep possession.
For, in my faith and loyalty

I never once will falter;
But George my lawful king shall bem
Unless the times should alter.
And this is law, &c.

ANONYMOUS

SPRING.

A Song.
WHEN daisies pied, and violets blue,

And lady smocks all silver white,
And cuckoo buds of yellow hue

Do paint the meadows with delight,

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