450 
FO R. CARMICHAEL, BSQ; PAYMASTER 
OF THE 42d. HIGHLANDERS. 
By Mayor C*® *® *, 
ACCEPT, dear Sir, a humble lay, ¢ 
To welcome this your natal day > 
When, to sum up your abstract clear, 
You dot and carry on, a year! 
Which, if life’s ledger-book be true, 
Makes you exactly forty-two. 
Oh! may no checks this day invade, 
Nor drafts (save drafts of wine) be made; 
But bills on jollity to-night, 
Be honour’d and discharg’d at sight! 
And oh! if e’er misfortune’s tide 
Has plac’d you on the debtor-sidey 
May you now estimate a sum, 
Of tenfold happiness to come! 
And when the Paymaster of all 
The world’s great-muster-roll shall call, 
(Errors excepted, items past, ) : 
May your accounts prove right at last. 
EE 
LINES RECENTLY WRITTEN IN PRISONy 
ADDRESSED TO A COMPANION IN TROU- 
BLE, UNDER CIRCUMSTANCES OF PE- 
CULIAR HARDSHIP. 
GUFFERER! despair noty—-though thy 
prison here, 
Prompts the deep sigh, and bids the falling 
tear ! 
That ruthless torn from thy once cheerful 
home, 
Destruction dictates there, th’ unheeded moan, 
From wife and children—sorrowing in vain, 
Adrift are toss’d on life’s tempestuous main ! 
Though gloomy scenes of adverse fate em- 
ploy, ; 
Thy constant thoughts, without a gleam of 
joy! 
Though friends forsake thee, once esteem’d 
sincere, 
Whilst Fortune smil’d—for then, nor pining 
care, : 
§Nor poverty’s chill blast, nor Want’s pale 
face, 
Wor wretchedness had clieck’d thy prosp’rous 
ah race. 
Think not misfortune the sole mark of 
heaven, 
On crime in man, not otherwise forgiven ; 
Behold the just and good partake the rod, 
“And, taught by discipline, approach to God. 
Behold his favourite, the patriarch Job, 
Cast down from greatness to her sad abode 5 
Mark him sustaining the severest pain, 
His virtues tried, a higher state regain, 
Piail! sacred touchstone of the world’s dee 
ceit ! 
By thee, th’ enchantment easily we break ; 
Resplendent Truth unveils a frantic world | 
And all its masquerade is now unfurl’d! 
‘The hypocrite now siript of his-disguise, 
Nor flattery can avail, nor craft, nor lies. 
fnthy true mirror seen, how few there «re, 
“That stand the test 5 whose characters can bear 
hs 
Original Poetry. 
- The emanation of thy Light Divine, 
[June ly 
Nor sink in value as debased coin. ~ - 
How few there are, whom purity of love, 
Not selfish ends, bet truth alone, doth 
move 
To visit such distress, and wipe the tear, 
OF deepest sorrow from the cheek of care! 
See priests! professors ! they. whose high pres 
tence 
Would augur most of sympathy and sense, 
Avoid the famish’d debtor’s dismal home 5 
Leave him unpitied, wounded, and alone! 
A prey to Avarice! whose malignant breathy 
Consigns to misery, and want, and death! 
“© Know then this truth, enough for man te 
know,” 
££ Virtue a!one is happiness below.” 
Learn now thy errors, and thy weakness 
see, 
And shun the rocks which fatal prov’d to 
thee; : 
That e’en when blackest seem, the gathering 
storms 
Affliction teacheth, and the heart referms, 
Probationary is the state of man, 
Wisely ordain’d in the eternal plan, 
To fit us for the better world to come, 
And point our souls to their eternal homes __ 
To teach how vain are things of time and 
sense, ; 
Compared to our future recompence. 
My friend! learn this, that trust in man is 
vain, t 
Frustrates our hope, not mitigates our pain 5 
Seek then his aid, by penitence and prayer, 
Who sees thy sorrows, and. relieves “thy 
care ; 
In thy own breast, the gr ignd thou’lt 
find, . 
To guide thy judgment, e ths 
mind. . 
THE FLY.—A SONNET. — 
Wit sa hum, the curious thirsty 
y 
Within the goblet’s gilded rim displays, 
His wings transparent to the shining rays, 
That here ailure: tho’ fearful yet and shy, 
The juice nectarious longing still to try, 
He buzzes round and round in giddy maze, 
Aud now the tempting beverage he es- 
And now drinks deep, nor thinks of dangar 
Thus, hele fly, of pleasure’s cup drink 
Since dhe short summer makes thy all of 
No sionipai waste on grief, or care, or 
Leave esi to mortals, who are born to 
weep! 
- Do thou enjoy the moments as they run, 
Bask in the morning ray, or noon-tide sun. 
PATENTS 
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