JACOBITE PSALM. 53 



tainment of such an end, great worldly prudence and, 

 what people arc now universally calling tact, are as 

 essentially necessary as the bare possession of talent; 

 and here I hope you will never be found wanting. With 

 the best wishes for your happiness under whatever cir- 

 cumstances, I remain, &c/ 



The Jacobite Psalm, referred to by Mr Chambers, 

 is what Miller describes as ' a curious version of the 

 137th Psalm, the production of some unfortunate Ja- 

 cobite/ He supposes it ' to have been written at Paris 

 shortly after the failure of the enterprise ' of 1745, ' when 

 the prince and his party were in no favour at court ; for 

 the author, a man, apparently, of keen feelings, with all 

 the sorrowful energy of a wounded spirit, applies the 

 curses, denounced against Edom and Babylon, to Eng- 

 land and Prance/ Readers will perhaps like to see 

 the verses. 



' By the sad Seine we sat and wept, 

 When Scotland we thought on ; 

 Reft of her brave and true, and all 

 Her ancient spirit gone, 



' " Revenge," the sons of Gallia said, 



" Revenge 3 r our native land ; 

 Already your insulting foes 

 Crowd the Bataviari strand." 



( How shall the sons of freedom e'er 



For foreign conquest fight ! 

 How wield anew the luckless sword 

 That i'ailed in Scotland's right ! 



* If thee, Scotland, I forget, 

 Till fails my latest breath, 

 May foul dishonour stain my name, 

 Be mine a coward's death. 



' May sad remorse for fancied guilt 



My future days employ, 

 ' 4 If all thy sacred rights are ndt 

 Above my chiefest joy. 



