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,

Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!

Now all the world is sleeping, love,

But the sage, his star-watch keeping, love,
And I, whose star,

More glorious far,

Is the eye from that casement peeping, love;
Then, awake, till rise of sun, my dear!
The sage's glass we'll shun, my dear!

Or, in watching the flight

Of bodies of light,

He may happen to take thee for one, my dear!

CLXXIII.

FATHERLESS FANNY.

Keen and cold is the blast loudly whistling around: As cold are the lips that once smil'd upon me; And unyielding, alas! as this hard frozen ground, The arms once 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;

And my gains are so small, a bare pittance at most,
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,

While I shrink from the labour, no longer endear'd,
And sigh as I knock at the wealthy man's door.
Then, alas! when, at night, I return to my home,
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;
For the wealth I require, is that of the heart,

The fruits of affection are riches to me.
Then, ye wealthy, O think, when to you I apply

To purchase my goods, tho' you do not buy any,
If in accents of kindness you deign to deny,

You'll comfort the heart of poor fatherless Fanny.

CLXXIV.

JOHNNY COUP†.

Coup sent a challenge frae Dunbar, “Charlie, meet me and ye daur, And I'll learn you the art o' war,

If you'll meet wi' me in the morning."

Hey Johnny Coup, are ye waking yet?
Or are your drums a-beating yet?
If ye were waking I would wait,

To gang to the coals i' the morning.

✦The vapouring of Sir John Cope, and the officers of his army, previous to the battle of Preston, September1745, 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 precipitate 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 General Cope had fallen down to the low conntry, east of Prestonpans. This dia rected our march along the brow of the hill, till we descried the enemy, upon

When Charlie look'd the letter upon,
He drew his sword the scabbard from,

"Come, follow me, my merry, merry men,

And we'll meet Johnny Coup i' the morning."

Hey Johnny Coup, &c.

which the Highlanders gave a shout, by way of defiance, expressing such eagerness to run down upon them, that nothing less than authority could re. strain them from coming to action directly.

"Some gentlemen went out to observe their camp, and reconnoitre the ground, while the army advanced, till it came opposite to, and at half a mile's distance from the enemy. These gentlemen returning, informed, that they had got into a fastness, having a very broad and deep ditch in front, the town of Preston on the right, some houses and a small morass on the left, and the Frith of Forth on the rear. This made it impracticable to attack them in front but at the greatest risk.

"That evening Mr. Cope discharged several cannon at us. A gentleman who had seen their army that day, advised us that they were above four thousand strong, besides volunteers, Seceders, &c. from Edinburgh, and several gentlemen at the head of their tenants; that. General Hamilton's dragoons stood on the right, Colonel Gardiner's on the left; the regiments of Lascelles and Murray, five companies of Lee's, four of Guise's, three of the Earl of Loudon's, and a number of recruits for regiments abroad and at home, formed the centre, and that they were all in top spirits.

"Both armies lay upon their arms all night. Mr. Cope's threw off several cohorns, to let us understand they were alert, and had large fires at several places round their camp. Our men continued very silent, not one word was heard.

"About three in the morning of Saturday the 21st, we got off the ground and marched eastward; then turning north, formed a line in order to prevent the enemy's retreat through the east country, while another body of men was posted to provide against their stealing a march upon us towards Edinburgh.

"The disposition being made, his Royal Highness the Prince, addressed his army in these words, " Follow me, gentlemen; by the assistance of God I will this day make you a free and happy people." We marched cheerfully on and engaged the enemy. The right wing was led on by his Grace the Duke of

"Now, Johnny, be as gude as your word,
Come let us try baith fire and sword,

And dinna rin awa' like a frighted bird,

That's chas'd frae its nest in the morning,"
Hey Johnny Coup, &c.

When Johnny Coup he heard of this,

He thought it would not be amiss,
To hae a horse in readiness,

To flee awa' i' the morning.

Hey Johnny Coup, &c.

Perth, lieutenant-general, and consisted of the regiments of Clanronald, Keppoch, Glengary, and Glencoe. The left by the Right Honourable Lord George Murray, lieutenant-general, consisting of the battalions of Camerons, commanded by Lochiel; the Stuarts of Appin, by Ardsheill; one body of the M'Gregors, with Glencairneg, and the rest of the M'Gregors with the Duke of Perth's men, under Major James Drummond. The enemy's artillery played furiously upon our left, especially on Lochiel's battalions, yet only one private man was killed, and a gentleman wounded; their cannon also raked. our right wing, but did no great execution. Their cannon were followed by a very regular fire of the dragoons on right and left, and this again by close platoons of all their infantry, which our men received with intrepidity, and an huzza; nor did we return the enemy's fire, till we approached them so near as that the colfin of our shot might set their whiskers on fire. The Highlanders then drew their swords, and carried all before them like a torrent, killing or making prisoners every officer of the infantry, except Major Mosman, and one or two more, who escaped with their General.

"The Prince's army found L.4000 Sterling, in General Cope's military chest.

"It is computed about five hundred of the enemy were killed; and that nine hundred were wounded, and that we have taken about fourteen hundred prisoners. All their cannon, mortars, several colours, standards, abun dance of horses and arms were taken, as was all their baggage, equipage, &c.

"The Prince, as soon as victory declared for him, mounted his horse, and put a stop to the slaughter; and finding no surgeons amongst the enemy,

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