POETRY.

{We have been favoured with the following song in manuscript. It is from the pen of ROBERT BURNS, and has never before been published.]

WHEN first I saw my Jeany's face
I coud na' think what ail'd me,
My heart gaed fluttering, pit a pat,
My een had nearly fail'd me."
She's ay sae neat, sae trim and tight,
Ilk grace does round her hover:
Ae look depriv'd me o' my heart,
And I became her lover.

She's ay ay sae blythe and gay,
She's ay sae blythe and chearie,
She's ay sae bonnie, blythe and gay;
O gin I were her dearie !

Had I Dundas's whole estate,

Or Hopeton's pride to shine in,
Did warlike laurels crown my fate,
Qr softer bays entwining;
I'd lay them all at Jeany's feet

Could I but hope to move her,

And prouder than a peer or knight,
I'd be my Jeany's lover.

She's ay ay, &c.

But sair I doubt some happier swain
Has gain'd my Jeany's favour,

If sae, may every bliss be her's,

Though I can never have her.
But gang she east, or gang she west,
"Twixt Nith and Tweed all over,

While men have eyes, or ears, or taste,
She'll always find a lover.

She's ay ay, &c.

THE YEARS TO COME.

My transient hour, my little day, Is speeding fast, how fast! away; Already hath my summer sun Half its race of brightness run. Ah me I hear the wintry blast, My "Life of Life" will soon be past The flush of youth will all be o'er, The throb of joy will throb no more And fancy, mistress of my lyre, Will cease to lend her sacred fire. My trembling heart-prepare, prepare For skies of gloom, and thoughts of care. Sorrows and wants will make thee weep And fears of age will o'er thee creep. Health that smiled in blooming pride,. Will cease to warm thy sluggish tide. The shaft of pain, the point of wo, Will bid the current cease to flow. And who, alas, shall then be nigh, To sooth me with affection's sigh! To press my feeble hand in their's To plead for me in silent prayers,

And cheer me with those hopes that shet?

Rapture o'er a dying bed.

Days of the future cease to roll,
Upon my wild affrighted soul;
Mysterious fate, I will not look
Within thy dark eventful book;
Enough for me to feel and know,
That love and hope must shortly go;
That joy will vanish, fancy fly,

And death dissolve the closest tie.

E'en now, while moans my pensive rhyme,

I list the warning voice of time;

And oh this sigh, this start of fear!

Tells me the night will soon be here.

THE

An Historical Sketch of the Last Years of the Reign of Gustavus the 4th, Adolphus, late King of Sweden, including a Narrative of the Causes, Progress, and Termination of the late Revolu tion: And an Appendix, containing Official Documents, Letters, and Minutes of Conversations between the late King and Lieut. Gen. Sir John Moore, Gen. Brune, &c. &c. Transla ted from the Swedish. 8vo. Pp. 384.

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THIS is altogether a very singular work. must be regarded as the defence of the party which dethroned the late King of Sweden; and there can be as little question that it appears, if not under the patronage, at least by the connivance, of the present government. Those for whom it professes to speak, and those who have permitted, and therefore approved of, its pubVOL. II. Nen Series,

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