Robert Crawford. About 1700. AUTHOR of "Tweedside," and "The Bush aboon Traquair." He assisted Allan Ramsay in his "Tea Table Miscellany." He was drowned on his return from France in 1733. THE BUSH ABOON TRAQUAIR. HEAR me, ye nymphs, and every swain, That day she smiled and made me glad, Yet now she scornful flees the plain, Ye rural powers, who hear my strains, Philip Doddridge. Born 1702. His A CELEBRATED English divine, born in London, 26th June 1702. father was a clergyman in the English Church, but died while he was only thirteen. Doddridge, from conscientious motives, joined the Nonconformists; he soon became one of their most popular ministers, and in 1729 he was settled at Northampton. He is the author of many hymns, which are to be found in almost every collection of sacred poetry. He died on 26th October 1751. SELF-DEDICATION REVIEWED. O HAPPY day that fix'd my choice Charm'd to confess the voice divine. Now rest my long-divided heart, Nor ever from thy Lord depart, High Heav'n, that heard the solemn vow, Till in life's latest hour I bow, THE HEAVENLY SABBATH. LORD of the Sabbath! hear us pray, The songs which from thy people rise. Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord! we love; P In thy bless'd kingdom we shall be Lord of the Sabbath! hear us pray, William Hamilton. Born 1704 Died 1754. WILLIAM HAMILTON of Bangour, in Ayrshire, a Scottish gentleman of rank, became early distinguished for his poetical talents, and was the delight of the gay circles in his own country. He joined the standard of Prince Charles, and became the laureate of the Jacobites. After Culloden he narrowly escaped to France; but obtaining a pardon he returned to his paternal estate. He is the author of the beautiful ballad "The Braes of Yarrow." BRAES OF YARROW. A. Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny bride; Pu'ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow. B. Why does she weep, thy bonny, bonny bride? And why dare ye nae mair weel be seen, Pu'ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow. A. Lang maun she weep, lang maun she, maun she weep, Pu'ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow. That e'er pu'd birks on the Braes of Yarrow. Hung on the bonny birks of Yarrow? What's yonder floats on the rueful, rueful flude? Upon the duleful Braes of Yarrow. Wash, O wash his wounds, his wounds in tears, Then build, then build, ye sisters, sisters sad, His helpless fate on the Braes of Yarrow. His comely breast, on the Braes of Yarrow. Did I not warn thee not to lo'e, And warn from fight? but to my sorrow; O'er rashly bauld a stronger arm Thou met'st, and fell on the Braes of Yarrow. Sweet smells the birk, green grows, green grows the grass, Yellow on Yarrow bank the gowan, Fair hangs the apple frae the rock, Sweet the wave of Yarrow flowin'. Flows Yarrow sweet? as sweet, as sweet flows Tweed, As green its grass, its gowan as yellow, As sweet smells on its braes the birk, The apple frae the rock as mellow. Fair was thy love, fair, fair indeed thy love; Busk ye, then busk, my bonny, bonny bride; C. How can I busk a bonny, bonny bride, My love, as he had not been a lover. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, The boy took out his milk-white, milk-white steed, But ere the to-fall of the night, He lay a corpse on the Braes of Yarrow. He was a AUTHOR of a large portion of the Methodist Hymn Book. poet very early in life, and when his genius became sanctified by his conversion, he devoted much of his valuable time to supply a want then greatly felt, hymns for public worship. They were edited and published by his brother John, the founder of Methodism, himself also a poet. Charles Wesley also left a number of beautiful pieces written on incidents in his own life. CHRIST THE ONLY REFUGE. JESUS, Lover of my soul! Let me to thy bosom fly, While the raging billows roll, While the tempest still is high! |