knowledge of his AUGUSTUS, our present gracious SOVEREIGN, then Prince of Wales: this assured Mr. HOME the comforts of a pension, and we believe, a place.He " has kept the noiseless "tenour of his way," known only to his Friends and to the Muses. 1 DOUGLAS., MR. GRAY offers an opinion upon this tragedy so consonant with that of the present writer, that he claims permission to cite it, as, poetically, an authority perhaps the bigbest. "I am greatly struck with "the tragedy of Douglas, though it has infinite faults: "the author seems to have retrieved the true lan guage of the stage, which has been lost for these "hundred years; and there is one scene between Ma"tilda and the old peasant so masterly, that it strikes " me blind to all the defects in the world." This tragedy abounds in nervous picturesque and pathetic writing; the chief incidents are extracted from an ancient Scottish Ballad, entitled CHILD MAURICE. To supply curiosity with a reference at hand, it is here printed correctly: CHILD MAURICE. CHILD MAURICE was an erle's son His name it waxed wide; It was nae for his great riches, Nor yit his meikle pride, Wha livd on Carron side. • Whar sall I get a bonny boy That will win hose and shoen, That will gae to lord Barnard's ha, And ye maun rin errand Willie, "O no! oh no! my master deir! "I'll no gae to the bauld barons, "For to triest furth his wife." My bird Willie, my boy Willie, . My deir Willie, he said, How can ye strive against the streim? For I sall be obeyld.' And there it is, a filken sark, "Yes I will gae your black errand, "The baron he's a man o micht, "And sen I maun your errand rin, "Sa sair against my will, "I'se make a vow, and keip it trow, "It sall be done for ill." Whan he cam to the broken brig, And when he cam to Barnard's yeat, He wald na tell the man his errand Whar they were set at meat. ↑ Dame, ye maun to the grenewode gae, Afore that it be late. Ye're bidden tak this gay mantel, • Tis a gowd bot the hem: Ye maun haste to the gude grenewode, Ein by yoursel alane. And there it is, a silken sark, The lady stamped wi her foot, "It's surely to my bower-woman, Then up and spak the wylie nurse, "If it be cum,from Child Maurice "It's deir welcum to me.". Ye lie, ye lie, ye filthy nurse, 'I brocht it to lond Barnard's lady |