Make him victorious,
Happy, and glorious,
Long to reign over us :
God save the king!

God send a royal heir!
God bless the royal pair,
Both king and queen;
That from them we may see

A royal progeny,
To all posterity
Ever to reign!

God bless the prince, I pray,
God bless the prince, I pray,
Charlie I mean;

That Scotland we may see
Freed from vile Presbyt'ry,

Both George and his Feckie.*

lier date than the words. Hogg ascribes it to Henry Carey, but the probability is, that the composition of it was even earlier than his

The words belong to the reign of George II.

• Feckie was the cant name given to Frederick, Prince of Wales, son of George II. He lived on the worst terms with both his father and mother. Several curious anecdotes to that effect, demonstrating his extreme folly and imbecility, are detailed by Horace Walpole, who was intimately connected with the court at that time. The follow. ing whimsical Epitaph on this Prince was found among the papers of the Honourable Miss Rollo by the same gossiping author :

Here lies Prince Fede,

Gone down among the dead.

Had it been his father,

We had much rather;
Had it been his mother,
Better than any other;
Had it been his sister,

Few would have missed her;

Had it been the whole generation,

Ten times better for the nation;

But since 'tis only Fede,

There's no more to be said.

God bless the happy hour!
May the Almighty Power
Make all things well;
That the whole progeny
Who are in Italy

May soon and suddenly
Come to Whitehall.

God bless the church, I pray,
God save the church, I pray,
Pure to remain,

Free from all Whiggery,
And Whigs' hypocrisy,

Who strive maliciously
Her to defame.

Here's to the subjects all,
God send them, great and small,
Firmly to stand,

That would call home the king
Whose is the right to reign:
This is the only thing

Can save the land.

BRITONS, WHO DARE TO CLAIM.*

BRITONS, who dare to claim
That great and glorious name,
Rouse at the call!

This is another specimen of Jacobite verses to the tune of the King's Anthem. It would appear that the same thing occurred then as now, in the adaptation of new words to the music of this Anthem. The verses were always unworthy of the air.

See English honour fled,
Corruption's influence spread,
Slavery raise its head,
And freedom fall!

Church, king, and liberty,
Honour and property,
All are betray'd:
Foreigners rule the land,

Our blood and wealth command,
Obstruct, with lawless hand,
Justice and trade.

Shall an usurper reign,

And Britons hug the chain?
That we'll deny.

Then let us all unite

To retrieve James's right;

For church, king, and laws we'll fight;
Conquer or die.

Join in the defence

Of James our lawful prince
And native king:

Then shall true greatness shine,

Justice and mercy join,

Restor❜d by Stuart's line,

Virtue's great spring.

Down with Dutch politics,
Whigs, and all fanatics,

The old Rump's cause!*

*This seems a shrewd allusion to the policy of William in keeping fair with his English subjects, while he was advancing the interests of his friends in Holland. The Rump Parliament, in Cromwell's time, is perfectly understood.

Recall your injur'd prince,
Drive Hanoverians hence,
Such as rule here against
All English laws.

Borne on the wings of fame,
Charles's heroic name

All his foes dread.

He'll from his father's throne
Pull the usurper down;
Glorious success shall crown
His sacred head.

COME, LET US BE JOVIAL.*

COME, here's to the knights of the true royal oak,
Whose hearts still are loyal, and firm as a rock,
Who will fight to the last for their country and
king,
[the ring.
Let the health of our heroes pass quick round
Come, let us be jovial, social, and free;
Come join hand in hand, in full chorus with

me:

[land, God bless Charlie Stuart, the pride of our And send him safe o'er to his own native strand!

My noble companions, be patient a while, And we'll soon see him back to our brave British isle;

And he that for Stuart and right will not stand, May smart for the wrong by the Highlander's Come, let us be jovial, &c. [brand.

* The Ettrick Shepherd commends this Song for the beauty of the

Though Hanover now over Britain bears sway, The day of his glory is wearing away.

His minions of slavery may march at his tail; For, God with the righteous, and who shall prevail?

Come, let us be jovial, &c.

And when James again shall be placed on the throne,

All mem'ry of ills we have borne shall be gone.
No tyrant again shall set foot on our shore,
But all shall be happy and blest as before.
Then let us be jovial, social, and free;
Lay your hands on your hearts, and sing
chorus with me:
[confound,
God prosper King James, and the German
And may none but true Britons e'er rule
British ground.

How lang shall our land thus suffer distresses, Whilst traitors, and strangers, and tyrants oppress us? [nation, How lang shall our old, and once brave warlike Thus tamely submit to a base usurpation?

He had the words from the col

tune to which it is usually sung. lection of Mr. Hardy of Glasgow. * Song-writing is a sort of stray minstrelsy, and it is not often, except in the higher class of lyrics, that the writers of them are known. Of this Song, however, we are enabled to say who was the author. It was William Meston, of Midmar in Aberdeenshire, some time preceptor to the young Earl Marshall, and his brother, the celebrated Marshall Keith. By their interest, he was promoted to the professorship of Philosophy in Marischall College, but he lost it in consequence of following their fortunes in 1715. After the battle of Sheriffmuir, till the act of indemnity was passed, he lurked with a