of that kingdom on foot, went to Dublin in 1760, where he was kindly entertained for some time, by the society of Trinity college, who compassionating the melancholy case of a clergyman in distress gave him board and lodging gratis. After he had staid in Ireland a few months, and published some very original pieces, which no one could understand but himself, he returned to England, and visited Oxford, where much notice was taken of him by some gentlemen of distinction, particularly by the head of one of the colleges, with whom he lodged. He then returned to London and afterwards formed the intention of visiting the interior parts of North America; a project, which, till within a few years before his death, he wished to put in execution, but never could from the state of his finances. After living in London many years, he came down into the north, and, until a few years before his death, subsisted on a pension allowed him by the "Society of the Sons of the Clergy;" amusing himself with writing odes, letters, epigrams, strictures of one kind or other, and, which were his last undertakings; a plan for the alteration of St. Nicholas' church in Newcastle, and a project for making, what he called, a grand universal church upon true evangelical principles. He died at his lodgings near the Forth, Newcastle, 15 Nov. 1783: his immediate decease is said to have been superinduced by copying Origen too closely.-(Biog. Dict. Newc. Courant.)

The Hunting of the Cheviat,

(ABOVE 300 YEARS OLD.)

FROM RITSON'S NORTHUMBERLAND GARLAND.

HE Persé owt off Northombarlande,
And a vowe to God mayd he,
That he wold hunte in the mountayns
Of Chyviat within dayes thre;

In the magger of doughté Dogles
And all that ever with him be.

The fattiste hartes in all Cheviat

He sayd he wold kyll, and cary them away,
Be my feth, sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn,
I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may.

Then the Persé owt of Banborowe cam,
With him a myghtee meany;

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With fifteen hondrith archares' bold, off blood and bone,
The wear chosen owt of shyars thre.

This begane on a Monday at morn,
In Cheviat the hillys so he;

The chyld may rue that ys unborn,

It was the mor pitté.

The dryvars thorowe the woodes went
For to reas the dear;

Bomen byckarte uppone the bent

With ther browd aras cleare.

Then the wyld thorowe the woodes went
On every syde shear;

Grea hondes thorowe the grevis glent
For to kyll thear dear.

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The begane in Chyviat the hyls above
Yerly on a sonny'tn day;

Be that it drewe to the oware off none
A hondrith fat hartes ded ther lay.

The blewe a mort uppone the bent,
The semblyd on sydis shear;
To the quyrry then the Persé went

To se the bryttlynge off the deare.

He sayd, It was the Duglas promys
This day to met me hear;

But I wyste he wold faylle verament:
A great oth the Persé swear.

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At the last a squyar of Northomberlonde,'

Lokyde at his hand full ny,

He was war ath the doughetie Doglas commynge, With him a myghtte meany,

Both with spear, byll, and brande :

Yt was a myghti fight to se, Hardyar men both off hart nar hande

Wear not in Christiantè.

The wear twenty hondrith spear-men good,
Withowte any feale;

The wear borne along be the watter a Twyde,
Yth bowndes of Tividale.

Leave off the brytlyng of the dear, he sayde,

And to your bowys lock ye tayk good heed; For never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne Had ye never so mickle ned.

The dougheti Dogglas on a stede
He rode all his men beforne ;
His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede;
A bolder barne was never born.

Tell me what' men ye ar, he says,
Or whos men that ye be:

Who gave youe leave to hunte in this

Chyviat chays in the spyt of me?

The first mane that ever him an answear mayd,
It was the good lord Persé

We wyll not tell the 'what' men we ar, he

Nor whos men that we be;

But we will hount hear in this chays

In the spyt of thyne and of the.

The fattiste hartes in all Chyviat

says,

We have kyld, and cast to carry them away. Be my troth, sayd the doughté Dogglas' agayn, Ther for the ton of us shall de this day.

Then sayd the doughtè Doglas

Unto the lord Persé :

To kyll all these giltles men,
Alas! it wear great pitte.

But, Persé, thowe art a lord of lande,

I am a yerle callyd within my contré; Let all our men uppone a parti stande;

And do the battell off the and of me.

Now Cristes cors on his crowne, sayd the lord Persè,
Who soever ther to says nay.

Be my troth, doughtté Doglas, he says,
Thow shalt never se that day;

Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France,

Nor for no man of a woman born,

But and fortune be my chance,

I dar met him on man for on.

Then bespayke a squyar of Northombarlonde,
Ric. Wytharyngton was his nam;

It shall never be tolde in Sothe Ynglonde, he
To kyng Herry the fourth for sham.

I wat youe byn great lordes twaw,
I am a poor squyar of lande;

I wyll never se my captayne fyght on a fylde,
And stande myselffe, and loocke on,

But whyll I may my weppone welde
I wyll not [fayl] both harte and hande.

says,

That day, that day, that dredfull day,

The first fit here I fynde:

And youe wyll here any mor athe hountyng athe Chyviat, Yet ys ther mor behynd.

Fit the Second.

HE Yngglyshe men hade ther bowysye bent,
Ther hartes were good yenoughe;

The first off arros that the shote off,
Seven skore spear-men the sloughe.

Yet byddys the yerle Doglas uppon the bent,
A captayne good yenoughe,

And that was sene verament,

For he wrought hom both woo and wouche.

The Dogglas pertyd his ost in thre,
Lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde,
With fuar speares off myghtte tre,
The cum in on every side.

Thrughe our Yngglishe archery

Gave many a wounde full wyde;
Many a doughete the garde to dy,
Which ganyde them no pryde.

The Ynglyshe men let thear bowys' be,
And pulde owt brandes that wer bright;
It was a hevy fyght to se

Bryght swordes on basnites lyght.

Thorowe ryche male, and myne-ye-ple,
Many sterne the stroke done streght:
Many a freyke, that was full fre,
Ther undar foot dyd lyght.

At last the Duglas and the Persé met,
Lyk to captayns of myght and of mayne;
The swapte togethar tyll the both swat
With swordes that wear of fyn myllan.