Were fortune lovely Peggy's foe,
Such sweetness would relent her,
As blooming spring unbends the brow
Of surly savage winter.
Detraction's eye no aim can gain,
Her winning powers to lessen ;
And fretful envy grins in vain
The poison'd tooth to fasten.

Ye powers of honour, luve, and truth,
From every ill defend her;
Inspire the highly-favour'd youth,
The destinies intend her :

Still fan the sweet connubial flame
Responsive in each bosom,
And bless the dear parental name
With many a filial blossom.

YOUNG JESSIE.

TUNE-Bonnie Dundee.

TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow,

And fair are the maids on the banks o' the

Ayr,

But by the sweet side o' the Nith's winding river,

Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair: To equal young Jessie seek Scotland all over; To equal young Jessie you seek it in vain; Grace, beauty, and elegance fetter her lover, And maidenly modesty fixes the chain.

Oh, fresh is the rose in the gay dewy morning, And sweet is the lily at evening close; But in the fair presence o' lovely young Jessie Unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose. Love sits in her smile, a wizard ensnaring; Enthron'd in her een he delivers his law: And still to her charms she alone is a stranger

Her modest demeanour's the jewel of a'!

THE END.

THOMS, PRINTER, 12, WARWICK SQUARE.