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And oh! the thundering presse of knightes
When as their war-cryes swell,
And rouse a fiend from hell.
Then mounte! then mounte brave gallants, all,
And don your helmes amaine ;
Us to the field againe.
When the sword-hilt's in our hand, -
For the fayrest of the land;
Thus weep and puling crye,
And Nero-like to die !
I've wandered east, I've wandered west,
Through mony a weary way;
The luve o' life's young day!
May weel be black gin Yule;
Where first fond luve grows cule.
O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison,
The thochts o' bygane years
And blind my een wi' tears :
And sair and sick I pine,
The blithe blinks o' langsyne.
'Twas then we luvit ilk ither weel,
'Twas then we twa did part; Sweet time! sad time! twa bairns at schule,
Twa bairns and but ae heart !
To leir ilk ither lear;
Remembered ever mair.
I wonder, Jeanie, aften yet,
When sitting on that bink,
Cheek touchin' cheek, loop locked in loop,
What our wee heads could think?
Wi' ae buik on our knee,
My lesson was in thee.
Oh mind ye how we hung our heads,
How cheeks brent red wi' shame, Whene'er the schule-weans laughin' said
We clecked thegither hame ? And mind ye o' the Saturdays,
(The scule then skail't at noon,) When we ran off to speel the braes,
The broomy braes o June?
My heart flows like a sea,
O’schule-time and othee.
O lichtsome days and lang,
Like simmer blossoms sprang.
Oh, mind ye, luve, how oft we left
The deavin' dinsome toun,
And hear its waters croon?
The flowers burst round our feet,
The throssil whusslit sweet ;
The burn sang to the trees,
For hours thegither sat
Wi' very gladness grat.
Tears trinkled doun your cheek,
Had ony power to speak !
When hearts were fresh and young,
Unsyllabled, unsung !
I marvael, Jeanie Morrison,
Gin I hae been to thee
As ye hae been to me ?
Thine ear as it does mine?
Wi' dreamings o' lang syne ?
I've wandered east, I've wandered west,
I've borne a weary lot;
Ye never were forgot.
Still travels on its way;
The luve o' life's young day.
Oh dear, dear Jeanie Morrison,
Since we were sindered young,
The music o' your tongue;
And happy could I die,
O bygane days and me!
LORD BACON-JOHN MILTON-JEREMY TAYLOR-JOHN RUSKIN.
Of the many illustrious prose writers who adorned the reigns of Elizabeth and James the First, Bacon is the one whose shrewdness, and power, and admirable good sense have left the deepest traces in our literature. His Essays are still read with avidity and delight, every fresh perusal bringing forth fresh proofs of his knowledge of human nature, and felicity of language. We can not but be grateful to the author, however we may dislike as a man the treacherous friend of Essex and the cringing parasite of James.
I do not know any single passage that more advantageously displays his fullness and richness of thought and of style than this on the use of study.
" Studies serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight is in privateness and retiring; for ornament is in discourse ; and for ability is in the judgment and disposition of business ; for expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars one by one ; but the general counsels, and the plots, and marshaling of affairs come best from those that are learned. To spend too much time in studies is sloth ; to use them too much for ornament is affectation; to make judgment wholly by their rules is the humor of a scholar. They perfect nature, and are perfected by experience; for natural abilities are like natural plants, that need pruning by study; and studies themselves do give forth directions too much at large, except they be bounded in by experience. Crafty men contemn studies, simple men admire them, and wise men use them ; for they teach not their own use ; but that is a wisdom without them and above them, won by observation. Read, not to contradict and confute, nor to
believe and take for granted, nor to find talk and discourse, but to weigh and consider. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested: that is, soine books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and without diligence and attention. Some books, also, may be read by deputy, and extracts made of them by others; but that would be only in the less important arguments, and the meaner sort of books; else distilled books are like common distilled waters, flashy things. Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man; and, therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit; and if he read little, he had need have much cunning to seem to know that he doth not.”
I add one very fine illustration :
“ If the invention of the ship was thought so noble, which carrieth riches and commodities from place to place, and consociateth the most remote regions in participation of their fruits, how much more are letters to be magnified, which as ships pass through the vast sea of Time, and make ages so distant participate of the wisdom, illuminations, and inventions, the one of the other!”
In John Milton's grand and holy fame there is no alloy. The man was as great and pure as the author. I am not sure whether (always excepting the minor poems) I do not prefer the stately and weighty march of his prose, even to his lofty and resounding verse. I select some noble passages from his " Appeal for the Liberty of Unlicensed Printing.”
“I do not deny but it is of the greatest concernment in the Church and Commonwealth to have a vigilant eye how books demean themselves, as well as men; and therefore to confine, imprison, and do sharpest justice on them as malefactors ; for books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them, to be as active as that soul whose progeny they are ; nay, they do preserve as in a phial the purest efficacy and extraction of that which bred them. I know they are as lively, as vigorously productive as those fabulous dragons' teeth ; and being sown up and down may chance to spring up armed men ; and yet on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kili a man as kill a good book : who kills a man, kills a reasonable creature,