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LORD VISCOUNT GLENORCHY.
I HOPE I shall not be accounted guilty of adulation, when I affirm, that the af fability of your disposition, the general esteem in which you are held by your Fellow-students and acquaintances, not your exalted rank and title, induce me to usher the following TALE to the world under your auspices and protection.
That your Lordship, the heir of an ancient and illustrious line of Ancestry, by the cultivation of useful knowledge,
the indulgence of every generous and noble feeling of the mind, and the exercise of every distinguished virtue, may hereafter become the father of your tenantry, the support of your country, and the orna ment of society, is the sincere wish of,
Your Lordship's very humble
And obedient Servant,
TALE OF OTHER TIMES.
WHERE, high above the billowy-breasted deep,
Of countless years; far in a vale, retired
From public view, the cottage yet is seen,
Where liv'd, in all the sweets of rural joy,
And virtuous innocence. The modest rose,
That blushes on its mossy stem, and scents
The passing gale, blooms oft unseen, unknown
Not so Erina; all the village hailed
Her, queen of smiles, and flow'r of loveliness.
To win ber to his arms, full many a swain,
With soft exertion, strove, and bow'd and sigh'd;
And talk'd of love; but all in vain: the maid
And shares with him possession of her soul.
Fond youth, 'twas his, when summer suns enrich The fertile glebe, and hill and valley smile
With vernal sweetness, thro' the dewy lawn,
What time appears the blushing face of morn,
His dear Erina, and enjoy the blise,
Erina, as o'er mossy height, or mid
The verdant foliage, breathing balm, or down
She roamed, the tender Oscar at her side,
Felt not a wish angratified, a bliss,