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. bower, His ladie was indeed a faire and comely flower, But she was nothing more than first slave in her [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 lorde-perdie 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, 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, thought; The artes of civil life shall then be duly taught, And dear domestick peace the first of blessings [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, 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. In senates grave and sage, the peere, a patriot has shone, 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 [harm can do: true, 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, REV. S. HOOLE. THE VICAR OF BRAY. IN good King Charles's golden days, Unto my flock I daily preach'd, CHORUS. And this is law I will maintain When royal James possess'd the crown, The church of Rome I found would fit Full well my constitution; And I had been a Jesuit But for the Revolution. When William, our deliverer, came And this is law, &c. When royal Anne became our queen, Occasional conformists base I damn'd, and moderation; And thought the church in danger was When George in pudding-time came o'er, The' illustrious House of Hanover, For, in my faith and loyalty I never once will falter; But George my lawful king shall be- And this is law, &c. ANONYMOUS. SPRING. A Song. WHEN daisies pied, and violets blue, Do paint the meadows with delight, |