Then let us pray, that come it may, When sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, It's coming yet, for a' that, That man to man the whole warld o'er, THE QUESTIONER. R. NICOLL. I ASK not for his lineage, I care not though of world's wealth, If "Yes you answer, when I askHath he a true man's heart? I ask not from what land he came, Where first his life began, I seek not of; but answer this- -what matters it Nay, blush not now Where first he drew his breath? A manger was the cradle-bed Of Him of Nazareth! Be nought, be any, everything- If "Yes" you answer, when I ask- MY FRIEND NED. JOHN RICHARDSON.-"Cassell's Working Man's Friend." If they guard him from the cold. And a heart that's warm and kind; Not a better in the land You will find. Living in a humble shed, A mind serene, a conscience clear, Early up and soon to bed; He is brave though he is poor, And his faith in virtue strong; Like a noble-hearted wight, Though the wrong had all the might, He would battle with a host For the right; One whom tyrants well may dread, He's a hero in his soul My friend Ned. E Low and humble though his state, Noble-though he toils for bread, First of all my friends I rank him- THERE'S FORTUNE ON BEFORE US. THERE's fortune on before us, boys! With honest truth and good stout hearts, No thorny path or rugged road But leads us safely home. So join with head, with heart and hand, For better times are coming, friends; Then courage, boys! the day will come, When happiness shall smile on us, And we shall live to bless the hour For Wooing and Medlock. UNFADING BEAUTY. HEE that loves a rosie cheeke, Or from star-like eyes doth seek NO JEWELLED BEAUTY IS MY LOVE. No jewell'd beauty is my love; There's such a world of tenderness, Her smiles and voice around my life And dear, oh, very dear to me, Is this sweet love of mine. Oh, joy, to know there's one fond heart It sets mine leaping like a lyre, In sweetest melody. My soul up-springs a deity, If ever I have sigh'd for wealth, DINNA THINK, BONNIE LASSIE. H. MACNEIL, Esq.-Music at Wood's, Edinburgh. Oн, dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave you; Dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave you; Dinna think, bonnie lassie, I'm gaun to leave you; I'll tak a stick into my hand an' come again an' see you. Far's the gate ye hae to gang, dark's the night an' eerie, [eerie, Far's the gate ye hae to gang, dark's the night an' Owre the muir an' thro' the glen, ghaists mayhap will [leave me. O stay at hame, it's late at night, an' dinna gang an’ It's but a night an' half a day that I'll leave my dearie, fear ye, But a night an' half a day that I'll leave my dearie, But a night an' half a day that I'll leave my dearie, When the sun gaes west the loch, I'll come again an' see ye. |