TO LORD VISCOUNT GLENORCHY. MY LORD, I HOPE I shall not be accounted guilty. of adulation, when I affirm, that the affability 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 ornament of society, is the sincere wish of, My LORD, Your Lordship's very humble And obedient Servant, WILLIAM CARR GLASGOW COLLIGI. ERINA: TALE OF OTHER TIMES. WHERE, high above the billowy-breasted deep, Slieu-donard, monarch of the hills, uprears His venerable front, dark with the heath And virtuous innocence. The modest rose, A That blushes on its mossy stem, and scents The passing gale, blooms oft unseen, unknown- Her, queen of smiles, and flow'r of loveliness. With soft exertion, strove, and bow'd and sigh'd; On Oscar beams a soft-approving smile, And shares with him possession of her soul. His dear Erina, and enjoy the bliss, The chastest, purest bliss of mutual love. How raptured felt the maid, when, 'midst the bow'r, To gild the passing joy, and nectared draughts. The verdant foliage, breathing balm, or down The lowland wilderness, with wood o'erhung, She roamed, the tender Oscar at her side, Felt not a wish ungratified, a bliss, |