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ODE ON THE HIGHLAND SOCIETY'S ANNIVERSARY. 57.

Still Britain mourus stern Fate's relentless doom,
And twines the hero's laurels round his tomb.
Lamented Chieftain! thy well-skill'd command
From sure destruction sav'd thy faithful band';
'T was thine with them each painful toil to share,
'T was thine alone the mental pangs to bear;
When warring elements against thee rose;

Before thee, treacherous friends-behind thee, foes;
And when at length Corunna's towers appear'd,
And English vessels their proud ensigns rear'd,
'T was thine to see thy bold pursuers fly,
Nobly to conquer, undismay'd to die.
Thy parting words to filial duty given,
And thy last thought to England and to Heaven.
No tawdry 'scutcheons hang around thy tomb;
No venal mourners wave the sable plume;
No statues rise to mark the sacred spot,
Nor pealing organ swells the solemn note.
A hurried grave thy soldiers' hands prepare;-
Thy soldiers' hands the mournful burden bear::
The vaulted sky, to earth's extremest verge,
Thy cano y: the cannon's roar thy dirge.
Affection's sorrows dew thy lowly bier,
And weeping Valour sanctifies the tear.
Bertram House, Feb. 7, 1859.

ODE,

M. R. MI

COMPOSED FOR THE 21ST OF MARCH 1809, THE ANNI-
VERSARY OF THE HIGHLAND-SOCIETY, AND THE DAY
ON WHICH THE 42D REGIMENT CARRIED, IN EGYPT,
THE STANDARD OF THE INVINCIBLES.

BY THOMAS CAMPBELL, ESQ. AUTHOR OF
"THE PLEASURES OF HOPE."

PLEDGE to the much-lov'd land that gave us birtk,,

Invincible, romantic Scotia's shore!

Pledge to the mem'ry of departed worth,

And first, amidst the brave, remember Moore ! :

And be it deem'd not wrong that name to give
In festive scenes, which prompts the patriot's sigh;
Who would not envy such as Moore to live?
And died he not as heroes wish to die?

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Yes; though too soon attaining Glory's goal,
To us his bright career too short was given;
Yet, in the glorious cause, his phoenix soul
Rose, on the flames of Victory to heaven.
How oft, if beats in subjugated Spain

One patriot heart, in secret shall it mourn
For him!-How oft, on far Corunna's plain,
Shall British exiles weep upon his urn!
Blest be the mighty dead!-Our bosom thanks,
In sprightlier strains, the living may inspire:
Joy to the chiefs who lead old Scotia's ranks,
In Roman garb, and more than Roman fire!
Health to the band, this day, on Egypt's coast,

Whose valour soil'd proud France's tricolor *;
And wrench'd the banner from her bravest host,
Baptiz'd "Invincible" in Austria's gore!
Triumphant be our thistle still unfurl'd!
Dear symbol wild! on Freedom's hill it
grows,
Where Fingal stemin'd the tyrants of the world,
And Roman eagles found unconquer'd foes!
Joy for that day, on Portugallia's strand,
When bayonet to bayonet oppos'd,

First of Britannia's host, her Highland band

Gave but the death-shot once, and foremost clos'd!

Is there a son of generous England here?

Or fervid Erin?-He with us shall join

To pray, that, in eternal union dear,

The rose, the shamrock, and the thistle twine!

Types of a race who shall th' invader scorn,
"As rocks resist the billows" round our shore;
Types of a race who shall, to time unborn,
Their country leave unconquer'd as of yore!

The standard of France.

ΤΟ

TO THE

MEMORY OF GENERAL SIR JOHN MOORE. [From the British Press.]

AS musing the centinel stands on his station,

Whilst friends and companions are slumb'ring secure, He sighs o'er the fall of the flower of his nation, The generous-the brave-the illustrious Moore, Now pale is his visage, and alter'd each feature,

For peaceful he slumbers beyond the salt wave;
Whilst gently the dew, the kind tribute of nature,

Is shed o'er the green-growing skirts of his grave.
His country, still grateful, his memory may cherish,
And fond admiration may ven'rate his name;
The laurels he won, still through ages may flourish,
But when shall he hear the sweet sound of his fame?
But why thus reflect o'er the fate that is glorious,

And why thus lament o'er the fall of the brave?
For death, though repuls'd, shall at last be victorious,
And fearless, and fearful, must sink to the grave.
As an oak, so he stood, in the dread hour of danger,

When, waving, its branches resound in the gale; As the sun, so he sunk, in the land of the stranger, When, glorious, it sets o'er yon western blue vale: Then, Fame, to the tow'rs of thy gay gilded temple, His honours dispatch on thy grey glossy wing; For the soldier, inspir'd by his General's example, Braves dangers, and death, for his country and King. N. C. O. 1st Regt. L. L. M.

Glasgow, 28th March 1809.

THE TURF EXTRAORDINARY.

NO. I.

[From the British Press, April 5.]

THE Westminster course was never better attended than during the late races, nor did it ever display finer sport. The following is a list of some of the principal cattle; the names of the rest, and also an

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account of the several plates and matches, are reserved for to-morrow.

Mother Clarke, a bright bay mare, rising five years old, rode by Dowler. Although only of hackney size, she is an animal of great performance. Mother Clarke was got by Compositor, grandam by Black and all Black, out of a Vixen mare. She is very apt to trip, and is not free from blemish; but has, notwithstanding, when pressed and well backed, shown good bottom; and beat, during the late races, several horses, greatly superior in blood and bone.

Ally Croaker, a black colt, badly trained, and in low condition; got by Exciseman, his dam by Gauger, out of a Paddereen mare.

Oatlands, a fine blooded horse, of great bone and sinew, rendered of high celebrity in the Racing Calendar by the famous match in Holland, in which he distanced the noted French horse General Brune.

Sir Francis, a brown bay horse, own brother to Wilkes and Reformer, out of Popularity. He was reckoned a horse of great bottom, and perfectly sound, until he met with an accident in running a match against Little Paul. His performances on the turf, previous to his lameness, are well known.

Favourite, a smart black mare, half-sister to Mother Clarke, dam by Roaster, grand-dam by Spitfire. Favourite is of no repute, and in very low condition. To be seen at Westbourne Place.-N. B. There is every convenience for mares, foaling, &c. and entertainment for man and horse. The money to be paid for covering and keep before the mares are taken away, as the groom is responsible.

Adamant, a black horse, aged, a good mover, well tempered, with excellent wind and bottom.—Adamant is well known in the North, and has been much admired by the best Judges.

Gibby, a dark brown horse, got by Pleader, dam

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by Wrangler, grand-dam by Advocate, out of a Plowden mare. Gibby is a mettlesome horse, rather hot and fiery, and accustomed to lash out.—He was drawn at the late Westminster races, in consequence of a kick from Mother Clarke, when crossing her in the late match for the Oatlands plate.

Impeacher, a dark brown horse, fifteen hands three inches, well-tempered, and so gentle that a lady night ride him. He is a Welch horse, got by Taffy, out of a Constitution mare. Although a horse new upon the turf, having been used as a charger in a regiment of cavalry, he is a wonderful favourite with the knowing ones, and has been backed freely against the celebrated horse Sir Francis, for the next King's plate at Westminster. Impeacher, although he has not much bone, is deep-chested. He is a sure foal-getter, and his stock are in great repute in the country.

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THE TURF EXTRAORDINARY.

NO. II.

[From the same, April 6.]

HE first class of the Oatlands was run for on Wednesday, the 1st of February, best of three heats. "Across the Flat." Twenty-seven subscribers.]

Mr. Dowier's b. m. Mother Clarke
Mr. Vickery's bl. h. Gibby..
Mr. Wardle's bl. h. Impeacher
Mr. Perceval's b. h. Premier
Mr. Wully's b. h. Adam ant, aged
Mr. Radnor's b. c. Folkstone
Mr. Whitbread's br. h. Brewer
Mr. Foster's b c Ally Croaker

Mr. Fuller's br. h. Blast

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