* THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT. His lyart* haffets wearin' thin and bare; They chant their artless notes in simple guise; The priest-like father reads the sacred page, Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme,- gray. † chooses. Dundee, Martyrs, Elgin, names of psalm-tunes. § helps. How He who bore in heaven the second name Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down to heaven's eternal King, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, May hear, well-pleased, the language of the soul, Then homeward all take off their sev'ral way; The youngling cottagers retire to rest: Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, But chiefly in their hearts with grace divine preside. From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings,"An honest man 's the noblest work of God;" And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp?—a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human-kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined! O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent! Be blessed with health, and peace, and sweet content! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand, a wall of fire, around their much-loved isle. O Thou! who poured the patriotic tide That streamed through Wallace's undaunted heart, In bright succession raise-her ornament and guard! BURNS. THE COTTAGER. YON cottager, who weaves at her own door- Receives no praise; but, though her lot be such, * Voltaire. COWPER. PART IV. THE AGE WE LIVE IN. MODERN INVENTIONS AND THEIR RESULTS. THE age in which we live teems with the marvellous inventions of man. The early fruits of these inventions warrant us in anticipating from them, as they advance to maturity, the greatest and most beneficial changes upon society, art, and commerce, throughout the world. We see Watt's Steam Engine, with its gigantic arm, guiding the manufactures of millions along the great highways of the land, and resistlessly conveying the commerce of nations along the greater highway of the deep. We everywhere see our countryman's noble invention regulating the ten thousand looms of our manufactories, ploughing the deep strata of our firm-set soils, reaping the golden grain of our widespread fields, or gathering far beneath our feet the not less precious treasures of our coal, and lime, and iron mines; and as we gaze on the strange and varied scene, we are constrained to ask, Where is the seer's eye that can yet discover, or the prophet's tongue that can tell, what is to be the amount of the changes that the world is destined to witness, as the result of the invention of the Steam Engine? Or we see the Electric Element, that for six thousand years seemed to go forth only at Heaven's bidding, and to flash before the human eye as the most awful of God's material agencies, at last arrested in its dread path, and employed to pass on its way as man's most ready and rapid messenger-communicating his thoughts with a tongue of fire, in a moment of time, in the |