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.

The lorde shall still receive 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 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 be-
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,

The cuckoo then on every tree
Mocks married men, for thus sings he-
Cuckoo !
Cuckoo! cuckoo!-0 word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,

And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread and rooks and daws,

And maidens bleach their summer smocks ; The cuckoo then on every tree Mocks married men, for thus sings heCuckoo! Cuckoo! cuckoo!--0 word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!

SHAKSPEARE.

WINTER.

A Song. WHEN icicles hang by the wall,

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,

And milk comes frozen home in pail;
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whoo !
Tu-whit! tu-whoo! a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,

And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,

And Marion's nose looks red and raw;