Noiseless, an atom, and an atom more, 110 Embowelled now, and of thy ancient self Possessing naught but the scooped rind that seems A huge throat calling to the clouds for drink, Which it would give in rivulets to thy root, Thou temptest none, but rather much forbiddest The feller's toil which thou couldst ill requite. 115 Yet is thy root sincere, sound as the rock, A quarry of stout spurs and knotted fangs, Which, crooked into a thousand whimsies, clasp The stubborn soil, and hold thee still erect. So stands a kingdom, whose foundation yet 120 Stands now, and semblance only of itself! them off Long since, and rovers of the forest wild 125 With bow and shaft have burnt them. Some have left 130 A splintered stump bleached to a snowy white; But since, although well qualified by age One man alone, the father of us all, Drew not his life from woman; never gazed, 140 145 150 155 With the thought-tracing quill, or tasked his mind With problems. History, not wanted yet, Leaned on her elbow, watching Time, whose course Eventful, should supply her with a theme; . . .161 1791. A TALE.* N Scotland's realm, where trees are few, But where, however bleak the view, For husband there and wife may Their union undefiled, And false ones are as rare almost As hedgerows in the wild. boast 5 In Scotland's realm, forlorn and bare, This history chanced of late This history of a wedded pair, A chaffinch and his mate. The spring drew near, each felt a breast 10 They paired, and would have built a nest,† 15 *This tale is founded on an article which appeared in the Buckinghamshire Herald, for Saturday, June 1, 1793: "Glasgow, May 23. In a block, or pulley, near the head of the mast of a gabert, now lying at the Broomielaw, there is a chaffinch's nest and four eggs. The nest was built while the vessel lay at Greenock, and was followed hither by both birds. Though the block is occasionally lowered for the inspection of the curious, the birds have not forsaken the nest. The cock, however, visits the nest but seldom, while the hen never leaves it, but when she descends to the hull for food." Hayley printed the lines in 1803, vol. ш. p. 299. Hayley has "and only wished a nest. We have adopted in preference the reading of Dr. John Johnson, in his vol. II. of Cowper's Poems, 8vo. p. 307, 12mo. p. 224. The mother-bird is gone to sea, As she had changed her kind; But goes the male? Far wiser, he Is doubtless left behind. No! Soon as from ashore he saw Then, perching at his consort's side, The seaman, with sincere delight, His feathered shipmates eyes, For seamen much believe in signs, Hail, honoured land! a desert where And ye, who, rather than resign Your matrimonial plan, Were not afraid to plough the brine, |