TO JOHN JOHNSON, ON HIS PRESENTING ME WITH AN ANTIQUE BUST OF HOMER. MAY, 1793. KINSMAN beloved, and as a son, by me! TO A YOUNG FRIEND, ON HIS ARRIVING AT CAMBRIDGE WET, WHEN NO RAIN MAY, 1793. IF Gideon's fleece, which drench'd with dew he found, In pledge, perhaps, of favours from on high, A TALE. JUNE, 1793. IN Scotland's realm, where trees are few, Nor even shrubs abound; But where, however bleak the view, For husband there and wife may boast And false ones are as rare almost In Scotland's realm forlorn and bare The spring drew near, each felt a breast They pair'd, and would have built a nest, The heaths uncover'd and the moors Could yield them no retreat. Long time a breeding-place they sought, A ship? could such a restless thing Or was the merchant charged to bring Hush!-silent hearers profit most,— Proved kinder to them than the coast, But such a tree! 'twas shaven deal, Through which the tackle pass'd. Within that cavity aloft Their roofless home they fix'd, Four ivory eggs soon pave its floor, The mother-bird is gone to sea, No;-Soon as from ashore he saw Then perching at his consort's side, The seaman with sincere delight For seamen much believe in signs, Hail, honour'd land! a desert where Yet parent of this loving pair And ye who, rather than resign Were not afraid to plough the brine In company with man; For whose lean country much disdain We English often show, Yet from a richer nothing gain But wantonness and woe; DEAR architect of fine CHATEAUX Worthier to stand for ever, if th Than any built of stone, or yet For back of royal elephant to bear O for permission from the skies to Much to my own, though little t With thee, (not subject to the j A partnership of literary ware! This tale is founded on an article of author found in the Buckinghamshire June 1, 1793, in the following words. "In a block, or pulley, near the head now lying at the Broomielaw, there is a eggs. The nest was built while the vess was followed hither by both birds. The sionally lowered for the inspection of t have not forsaken the nest. The cock he but seldom; while the hen never leaves scends to the hull for food." |