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PEACE, PEACE TO THE SHADES
Peace, peace to the shades of those heroes who bled
While time and fate their course pursue,
While fair Europa life retains,
The muse shall sing in grateful strains.
* We have the pleasure in presenting to our readers, an ode or song, the production of John Carnegie, Esq; It was composed for, and, we understand, sung with much applause by Francis M'Gill, Esq; at the anniversary of the memorable battle of Waterloo, held at Port-Glasgow, on the 18th June 1816. It would be superfluous to prefix a minute account of this glorious atchievement; it is yet fresh in the minds of every individual; suffice it to say, that the battle of Waterloo was fought on the 18th June 1815, when, by the gallant efforts of the British troops, under the command of the most noble Duke of Wellington, of the Prussians, under the command of the venerable Marshal Blucher; the French army, headed by Buonaparte in person, were
ompletely defeated, by which peace was restored to Europe, and Louis XVIII. ascended the throne of his ancestors,
Let the loud sounding trumpet the triumph proclaim,
Now the mighty contest's o'er,
Joy shall fill the world again,
Peace shall bless, and freedom reign,
The young May moon is beaming, love,
How sweet to rove
Thro' Morna's grove,
Then, awake! the heavens look bright, my dear! "Tis never too late for delight, my dear!
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days,
Now all the world is sleeping, love,
And I, whose star,
More glorious far,
Or, in watching the light
Of bodies of light,
Keen and cold is the blast loudly whistling around : .
As cold are the lips that once smild upon me; . And unyielding, alas! as this hard frozen ground,
The arms onco so ready my shelter to be.
Both my parents are dead, and few friends I can boast,
But few to console, and to love me, if any;
Repays the exertions of fatherless Fanny,
Once, indeed, I with pleasure and patience could toil,
But 'twas when my parents sat by and approv'd ; Then, my laces to sell, I went out with a smile,
Because my fatigue fed the parents I lov'd; And at night, when I brought them my hardly earn'd gains,
Though small they might be, still my comforts were many, For my mother's fond blessing rewarded the pains ;
My father stood watching to welcome his Fanny,
But, ah! now I work, by their presence uncheer’d,
I feel 'tis a hardship indeed to be poor,
And sigh’as I knock at the wealthy man's door.
No longer I boast that my comforts are many, To a silent, deserted, dark dwelling I come,
Where no one exclaims, “ Thou art welcome, my Fanny."
That, that is the pang; want and toil would impart
No pangs to my breast, if my friends I could see;
The fruits of affection are riches to me.
To purchase my goods, tho' you do not buy any,
You'll comfort the heart of poor fatherless Fanny.
JOHNNY COUP .
Coup sent a challenge frae Dunbar,
If you'll meet wi' me in the morning."
Hey Johnny Coup, are ye waking yet?
+ The vapouring of Sir John Cope, and the officers of his army, previous to the battle of Preston, September 1745, was notorious to all the attendants of his camp ; his total defeat, therefore, rendered him a butt, to which the shafts of ridicule were directed both by friends and foes ; his bravadoes, when there was no enemy in view; his fear on beholding the Highlanders, and his preci. pitate flight, are, in this song, delineated with much good humour. We deem it will not be uninteresting to give an account of this battle, as published by the Highland army.
“ The Grants of Glenmoriston joined the Prince's army, September 20. That morning his Royal Highness the Prince put himself at the head of the army at Duddingstone, and presenting his sword, said, “ My friends, I have flung away the scabbard.” This was answered with a cheerful huzza. The army marched, and drew up on Carberry-hill, where we learned that Gene ral Cope had fallen down to the low conntry, east of Prestonpans. This dis rected our march along the brow of the hill, till we descried the enemy, upor