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Dear is the summer of day, when the foun- || Hence all with transport bless the happy tains,
night, l'nfetter'd and free, pour the bright chrys Where love and pleasure reign’d – betal stream;
stow'd by thee. Dear is the cataract's leap in the mountains, loh! that I could a wreath of roses bring! When sparkling at night in the moon's silver beam;
Upon thy brows I'd place the garland gas;
For she from whom our greatest pleasures Dear are the shoals where the sea-horse is
Should thus be crown'd, and queen be of With his icicled mane and his eye-balls of
the day. fire;
JOHN CARNEGIE. But dearer than all, is the comfort surround
ing The wife of his choice, and the hearth of ADDRESS TO THE AUTHOR OF “ THE bis sire.
ANGLER,” a Poex,
Who inrites the Fair Sex to partake of kis For THE AMATEUR SOCIETY, GLASGOW.
favourite Amusement, $c. By Joun CARNEGIE.
What strains are those that float across the Sung with great applause by Francis MacGill,
mead? Esq. one of the Members of the Society. Who tunes to social unison the reed? Come, O come, Euphrosyne!
Ah! 'tis the angler's lyre; he tempts the Cove, and with thee bring along
fair Wit and sweet Hilarity,
To join his pastime, and his pleasures share. Laughing Mirth, and cheerful Song: Let's listen; and if we approve his lay, Come, and join the sons of glee;
To glades, and rills and streams let's haste Bring Apollo in thy train;
away. Bring the Muses nine, to be
“ Sweet are the angler's sports, believe, ye Minstrels in the jocund strain. Love and Beauty also bring:
Remote from dust and smoke and noise and Beauty, source of fond desire; Love, that rapt immortals sing,
Here Contemplation soothes the labouring Ne'er shall cease in heav'n's bright choir.
mind, All shall one grand chorus join,
And for all griefs a speedy cure ye'll find; All shall swell the vocal strain ;
Serenity will give your eyes new fires, Joy and harmony divine
New life, new spirits, all that love inspires; Hence shall ever with us reign.
While air and exercise will cause a glow, Joy and harmony divine, &c. | Brighter than bloom Circassian can bestow.
Too long has man, by foolish custom swayid, SONNET.
Unsocial thro' the fragrant meadow stray'd; To Mrs. T. H--M--T--N, Glasgow, after a In solitary haunts his hours employ'd,
grand Ball and elegant Supper. Which better with the fair had been enjoy'd. Oh! thou, possess'd of worth and inatchless Woman the social circle we proscribe, grace,
The soul of harmony, of wit the tide; To thee, fair excellence, belong the bays; Curtail the pleasures Heaven would bestow, Thy brilliant wit enlivens every face ; And stop the source from which our bliss Thy merits rare demand the meed of praise.
should flow. The laughing hours how gaily dost thou
Man, own thy error; ev'ry art employ lead!
T'entice thy fair-one to partake thy joy.” In thy blest mansion love and friendship | Well sung, brave bard! the fair-ones bear reign,
thy strains, Where varied pleasures every hour succeed, And their applause rewards thee for thy Diffusing joy, while charms the sprightly
They'll join the angler's sports; their toast The dance and song each heart fill with de
shall be, light;
“To jolly anglers all”- with three times The festive board inspires with mirth and
M. V. glee: