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# Christianity As Mystical Fact

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Published 1902. Authorized English translation first published 1914.
CHRISTIANITY AS MYSTICAL FACT AND THE MYSTERIES OF ANTIQUITY
BY
DR. RUDOLF STEINER AUTHOR OF "MYSTICS OF THE RENAISSANCE," "THE GATES OF KNOWLEDGE," ETC.
THIRD EDITION, REVISED AND ENLARGED
EDITED BY H. COLLISON
THE AUTHORIZED ENGLISH TRANSLATION
G.P. PUTNAM'S SONS NEW YORK AND LONDON The Knickerbocker Press 1914
COPYRIGHT, 1914 BY H. COLLISON
The copyrights, the publishing rights, and the editorial responsibility for the translations of the works of Rudolf Steiner, Ph.D., with the exception of those already published under the editorial supervision of Mr. Max Gysi, are now vested in Mr. Harry Collison, M.A., Oxon.
The Knickerbocker Press, New York

## Contents

* Preface
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
* Chapter XI
* Chapter XII
* Chapter XIII
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# No Name

No Name (1862) by Wilkie Collins is a 19th-century novel revolving upon the issue of illegitimacy. The story begins in 1846, at Combe-Raven in West Somersetshire, the country residence of the happy Vanstone family. When Andrew Vanstone is killed suddenly in an accident and his wife follows shortly thereafter, it is revealed that they were not married at the time of their daughters' births, making their daughters "Nobody's Children" in the eyes of English law and robbing them of their inheritance. Andrew Vanstone's elder brother Michael gleefully takes possession of his brother's fortune, leaving his nieces to make their own way in the world. Norah, the elder sister, accepts her misfortune gracefully, but the headstrong Magdalen is determined to have her revenge. Using her dramatic talent and assisted by wily swindler Captain Wragge, Magdalen plots to regain her rightful inheritance. The play was most recently broadcast as a Radio 4 extra series, beginning December 2014.
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TO
FRANCIS CARR BEARD
(FELLOW OF THE ROYAL COLLEGE OF SURGEONS OF ENGLAND),
IN REMEMBRANCE OF THE TIME WHEN
THE CLOSING SCENES OF THIS STORY WERE WRITTEN.
Preface
THE FIRST SCENE: COMBE-RAVEN, SOMERSETSHIRE.
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
* Chapter XI
* Chapter XII
* Chapter XIII
* Chapter XIV
* Chapter XV
BETWEEN THE SCENES: PROGRESS OF THE STORY THROUGH THE POST.
* I
* II
* III
* IV
* V
THE SECOND SCENE: SKELDERGATE, YORK.
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
BETWEEN THE SCENES: CHRONICLE OF EVENTS: PRESERVED IN CAPTAIN WRAGGE'S DISPATCH-BOX.
* I
* II
* III
* IV
* V
* VI
* VII
* VIII
* IX
THE THIRD SCENE: VAUXHALL WALK, LAMBETH.
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
BETWEEN THE SCENES: PROGRESS OF THE STORY THROUGH THE POST.
* I
* II
* III
* IV
* V
* VI
* VII
* VIII
* IX
* X
* XI
* XII
* XIII
THE FOURTH SCENE: ALDBOROUGH, SUFFOLK.
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
* Chapter XI
* Chapter XII
* Chapter XIII
* Chapter XIV
BETWEEN THE SCENES: PROGRESS OF THE STORY THROUGH THE POST.
* I
* II
* III
* IV
* V
* VI
* VII
* VIII
* IX
* X
* XI
* XII
* XIII
* XIV
THE FIFTH SCENE: BALIOL COTTAGE, DUMFRIES.
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
BETWEEN THE SCENES: PROGRESS OF THE STORY THROUGH THE POST.
* I
* II
* III
* IV
* V
* VI
* VII
* VIII
* IX
THE SIXTH SCENE: ST. JOHN'S WOOD.
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
BETWEEN THE SCENES: PROGRESS OF THE STORY THROUGH THE POST.
* I
* II
* III
* IV
THE SEVENTH SCENE: ST. CRUX-IN-THE-MARSH.
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
BETWEEN THE SCENES: PROGRESS OF THE STORY THROUGH THE POST.
* I
* II
* III
* IV
* V
* VI
* VII
* VIII
* IX
* X
THE LAST SCENE: AARON'S BUILDINGS
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# United States Reports/Volume 410

* 410 U.S. 1 (1973) United States v. Dionisio
* 410 U.S. 19 (1973) United States v. Mara
* 410 U.S. 52 (1973) United States v. Glaxo Group Ltd.
* 410 U.S. 73 (1973) EPA v. Mink
* 410 U.S. 113 (1973) Roe v. Wade
* 410 U.S. 179 (1973) Doe v. Bolton
* 410 U.S. 224 (1973) United States v. Florida East Coast Railway Co.
* 410 U.S. 257 (1973) United States v. Chandler
* 410 U.S. 263 (1973) McGinnis v. Royster
* 410 U.S. 284 (1973) Chambers v. Mississippi
* 410 U.S. 315 (1973) Mahan v. Howell
* 410 U.S. 351 (1973) Tacon v. Arizona
* 410 U.S. 356 (1973) Lehnhausen v. Lake Shore Auto Parts Co.
* 410 U.S. 366 (1973) Otter Tail Power Co. v. United States
* 410 U.S. 396 (1973) United States v. Enmons
* 410 U.S. 420 (1973) Michigan v. Ohio
* 410 U.S. 422 (1973) Morris v. Weinberger
* 410 U.S. 425 (1973) Department of Motor Vehicles v. Rios
* 410 U.S. 431 (1973) Tillman v. Wheaton-Haven Recreation Assn., Inc.
* 410 U.S. 441 (1973) United States v. Basye
* 410 U.S. 458 (1973) Illinois v. Somerville
* 410 U.S. 484 (1973) Braden v. 30th Judicial Circuit Court of Kentucky
* 410 U.S. 512 (1973) Brennan v. Arnheim and Neely, Inc.
* 410 U.S. 526 (1973) United States v. Falstaff Brewing Corp.
* 410 U.S. 577 (1973) United States v. First National Bancorporation, Inc.
* 410 U.S. 578 (1973) Hurtado v. United States
* 410 U.S. 605 (1973) Bradley v. United States
* 410 U.S. 614 (1973) Linda R.S. v. Richard D.
* 410 U.S. 623 (1973) United Air Lines, Inc. v. Mahin
* 410 U.S. 641 (1973) Ohio v. Kentucky
* 410 U.S. 656 (1973) Ortwein v. Schwab
* 410 U.S. 667 (1973) Papish v. Board of Curators
* 410 U.S. 679 (1973) Marston v. Lewis
* 410 U.S. 686 (1973) Burns v. Fortson
* 410 U.S. 690 (1973) LaVallee v. Delle Rose
* 410 U.S. 702 (1973) Texas v. Louisiana
* 410 U.S. 719 (1973) Salyer Land Co. v. Tulare Water Dist.
* 410 U.S. 743 (1973) Associated Enterprises, Inc. v. Toltec Dist.
* 410 U.S. 752 (1973) Rosario v. Rockefeller
* 410 U.S. 902 (1973) Sigler v. Berrigan
* 410 U.S. 914 (1973) Tierney v. United States
* 410 U.S. 971 (1973) Torres v. New York State Dept. of Labor
# A New Song called the Kebbuckstone Wedding (1821, Falkirk)

A
NEW SONG,
CALLED, THE
Kebbuckstone Wedding
To which is added,
The Sprig of Shelela,
Jockey the Shepherd,
My Dear Highland Lad, AND
Sweet Peggy Alavan.
Falkirk, Printed in the Year 1821.
* The Kebbuckstone Wedding
* The Sprig of Shelela
* Jockey the Shepherd
* My Dear Highland Lad
* Sweet Peggy Alavan
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Three excellent songs (1)/The Kebbuckstone wedding

THE KEBBUCKSTONE WEDDING.
Auld Watty o'Kebbuckstone brae, Wi’ lear an’ readin’ o’ beuks auld-farren, What think ye! the body cam’ owre the day, An’ tauld us he's gaun to be married to Mirren; We a’ gat a biddin To gang to the Weddin’, Baith Johnnie and Sauncy, & Nelly & Nanny; An’ Tam o’ the knowes, He swears, an’ he vows, At the dancin’ he'll face to the bride wi’ his graunie. A’ the lads hae trystet their joes, Slee Willy cam’ up an’ ca’d on Nelly, Altho’ she was hecht to Geordie Bowse, She’s gi’en him the gunk, an’ fhe’s gaun wi’ Willy.
​Wee coilier Johnnie Has yocket his pouney, An's aff to the town for a ladin' o' nappy, Wi' fouth o' gude meat, To ser' us to eat, Sae wi' fuddlin' an' feastin' we'll a' be fu' happy.
Wee Patie Brydie's to say the grace, The body's ay ready at dredgies an' weddin's, An' flunkey M$^c$Fee, o' the Skiverton Place, Is chosen to scuttle the pies an' the puddin's; For there ill be plenty O' ilka thing dainty, Baith lang kail and haggice, an' every thing fitting, Wi' luggles o' beer, Our ⟨wizzens⟩ to clear; Sae the foul ⟨ful⟩ his kite wha gaes clung frae the meeting.
Lowrie ha cof Gibbie Cameron's gun, That his auld gutcher bore when he follow'd Prince Charley, The barrel was rustet a black as the grun', But he's talent to the middy anfs settl'd it rarely; Wi' wallets o' pouther His musket he shouther. An ride at our head, to the bride's a' paradin'; At ilka farm-town He'll fire them a roun', Till the hale ⟨kintra⟩ ring wi' the Kebbuckstone Weddin'.
Jamie an' Johnnie maun ride the brouse, For few like them can fit in the saddle; An' Willy Cooreath the best o' bows, Is trysted to jig i' the barn wi' his fiddle; ​Wi' whiskin' an' fliskin',
An' reelin' an' wheelin',
The young anes are a' like to loup out o' the body;
An' Neillie M'Nairn,
Tho' fair forfairn,
He vows that he'll wallop twa sets wi' the howdie.
Sauney M'Nab, wi' his tartan treuse,
Has hecht to come down, in the midst o' the caper,
An gi'e us three wallops o' merry Shantrows,
To the true Highland fling o' Macrimmon the piper:
Sic hippin an' skippin',
An springin' an flingin',
I'se wad that there's nane o' the Lallands can waff it!
Feth! Willie maun fiddle,
An' jirguan and diddle,
An' screed till the sweat fa' in beads f ae his haffet.
Then gi'e me your han', my trusty gude frien !
An gi'e me your word my worthy auld kimmer
Ye'll baith come owre on Friday bedeen,
An join us in rantin an toomin the timmer,
Wi fouth o' gude liquor
We'll haud at the bickar,
An lang may the mailin o Kebbuckstone flourish,
For Watty's sae free.
Between you an' me,
I'se warrant he's bidden the ha f o' the parish.
FINIS.
# Three excellent songs (1)/The answer to the happy stranger

Answer to the Happy Stranger.
I Once was a stranger, in a far country did roam, When young Jemmy of Newry came to me alone, He said, My dear jewel, now tell me I pray. How you came to wander in a desart this way?
​She said, Pray young man don't attempt to persuade. Or take an advantage of me a poor maid; It was my cruel father who caused me to stray So far from my home, and to wander this way.
I loved a young man, and he loved me, But because he was poor, and of low degree, It was my cruel parents that pressd him to sea, Which made me to wander here, and a stranger to be.
When I heard that my true love in battle was slain, I packed up my jewels, from my father's house I came, Determin'd to wander in lonesome retire. And there to lament for the youth I admire.
Then young Jemmy of Newry, with a most graceful bow, Did say, Lovely fair maid, the truth I'll tell you now, It was false lovers that caus'd me to roam, And wander so many miles distant from home.
And now, lovely fair maid, if you will agree, Since we're both cross'd in love, I'll marry with thee; Then dry up your tears, I'll ease you of your pain, And marry with me, I'll be your kind swain.
​To a neighbouring village they then did repair, Where a licence was bought, and they married were; And now the two strangers in love both agree, In a neat little cottage by a shady green tree.
No longer they wander in desarts alone, In content they do live in their cottage at home. The lark, thrush & linnet round their cottage do sing, And both live as happy as a prince or a king.
# The Traveller's Return (1)/The Stranger

A NEW SONG; BEING AN ANSWER TO
THE HAPPY STRANGER.
I once was a stranger, in a far country did roam When young Jemmy of Newry came to me alone, He said, My dear jewel, now tell me I pray, How you came to wander in a desart this way?
​She said, Pray young man don’t attempt to persuade. Or take an advantage of me a poor maid; It was my cruel father who caus’d me to stray So far from my home, and to wander this way.
I loved a young man, and he loved me, But because he was poor, and of low degree, It was my cruel parents that press’d him to sea, Which made me to wander here, and a stranger to be.
When I heard that my true love in battle was slain, I packed up my jewels, from my father’s house I came, Determin’d to wander in lonesome retire. And there to lament for the youth I admire.
Then young Jemmy of Newry, with a most graceful bow,
Did say. Lovely fair maid, the truth I’ll tell you now,
It was false lovers that caus’d me to roam, And wander so many miles distant from home.
And now, lovely fair maid, if you will agree, Since we’re both cross’d in love, I’ll marry with thee; Then dry up your tears, I’ll ease you of your pain,
And marry with me, I’ll be your kind swain.
​To a neighbouring village they then did repair, Where a licence was bought, and they married were; And now the two strangers in love both agree,
In a neat little cottage by a shady green tree.
No longer they wander in desarts alone, In content they do live in their cottage at home, The lark, thrush, and linnet round their cottage do sing, And both live as happy as a prince or a king.
# Five songs (1)/Answer to the happy strangers

⟨ANSWER⟩ TO THE HAPPY STRANGERS.
⟨ONCE⟩ was a stranger, in a far country did roam, (illegible text)n young Jemmy of Newry came to me alone, (illegible text) said, My dear jewel now tell me I pray, ⟨How⟩ you came to wander in a desert this way. ​She said, Pray young man don’t attempt to persuade, Or take an advantage of me a poor maid; It was my cruel father who caused me to stray So far from my home, and to wander this way.
I loved a young man, and he loved me, But because he was poor, and of low degree,
It was my cruel parents that press'd him to sea,
Which made me to wander here, and a stranger to be. When I heard that my true love in battle was slain, I packed up my jewels, from my father's house I came, Determin'd to wander in lonesome retire, And there to lament for the youth I admire.
Then young Jemmy, of Newry, with a most graceful bow, Did say, Lovely fair maid, the truth I'll tell you now, It was false lovers that caus'd me to roam, And wander so many miles distant from home. And now, lovely fair maid, if you will agree, Since we’re both cross'd in love, I'll marry with thee; Then dry up your tears, I'll ease you of your pain, And marry with me, I'll be your kind swain.
To a neighbouring village they then did repair, Where a licence was bought, and they married were; And now the two strangers in love both agree, In a neat little cottage by a shady green tree. No longer they wander in deserts alone, In content they do live in their cottage at home. The lark, thrush and linnet round their cottage do sing,
And both live as happy as a prince or a king.
# Age and life of man, or, A short description of the nture (sic), rise, and fall, according to the 12 months of the year

The date is estimated
Age and Life of
MAN:
A short Description of the Nture, Rise, and Fall, according to the 12 Months of the Year.
to which is added
My Dear Highland Laddie, O.
Printed and Sold by J. Morren, Cowgate.
* Age and Life of Man
* My Dear Highland Laddie, O
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Age and life of man, or, A short description of the nture (sic), rise, and fall, according to the 12 months of the year/My Dear Highland Laddie, O

My dear Highland Laddie,
⟨BLYTHE⟩ was the time when he seed wi' my father O, happy were the times when we herded we together, O, ⟨sweet⟩ were the hours when he row’d me in his plaiddie O, ⟨and⟩ vow’d to be mine, my dear highland laddie O.
⟨But⟩ ah! waes me, wi' their sodgeren so gaudy O, ⟨The⟩ Laird’s taen awa my braw highland laddie, O; ⟨Misty⟩ are the glens and the dark hills are cloudy, O, ⟨That⟩ aye seem’d sae blythe wi’ my dear highland laddie O.
⟨The⟩ blaeberry banks now are lonesome and dreary, O, ⟨Muddy⟩ are the streams that gush'd down sae clearly. ​Silent are the rocks that echo'd sae gladly, O. The wild (illegible text) strains of my dear highland laddie. O,
Oh! Love is like the morning, sae gladsome and bonny, O Till winds fa' a storming, and clouds low'r sae rainy, O; As nature, in winter, drrops withering sae sadly, O, Sae lang may I morn for my dear highland laddie, O.
He pu’d me the the crawberry ripe frae the boggie fen, He pu'd me the strawberry red frae the boggie glen, He pu’d me the rowan frae the wild steep sae giddy, O, Sae loving and kind was my dear highland laddie, O.
Farewel my ewes an’ farewel my doggie, O Farewel ye knows, now fae cheerless and scroggi, O; Faetwel, Glenfeoch, my mammy and my daddie, O, How can I live without my dear highland laddie, O!
# The Dear Highland Laddie O

This song is set to the Gaelic air, "Mor nian a Ghibarlan."
* "My Dear Highland Laddie, O" in Age and life of man (n.d.), a chapbook with no printing information
* "Highland laddie, O" in The Bad wife (1817), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "My Dear Highland Laddie, O" in The Sentimental Songster (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "My Dear Highland Laddie" in Seraphim (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Dear Highland Laddie" in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# Seraphim/My Dear Highland Laddie

MY DEAR HIGHLAND LADDIE, O.
Blythe was the time who be see'd wi' my father, O, Happy were the days when we herded thegither, O, ​Sweet were the hours when he row't me in his plaidie, O, An' vow't to be mine, my dear Highland laddie, O.
But ah, was me! wi' their sodg'ring sae gaudy, O, The laird's wyst awa' my braw highland laddie, O; Mitty are the glens, and the dark hills sae cloudy, O, That aye seem'd sae blythe wi' my dear Highland laddie, O.
The blaeberry banks are now lonesome and drearie, O, Muddy are the streams that gush'd down sae clearly, O, Silent are the rocks that school melody, O, The wild-melting strains o' my dear. Highland laddie, O.
Oh! love is like the morning, sae gladsome and bonnie, O, Till winds fa' a storming and clouds lower sae rainy, O, As name in winter droops, withering sae sadly, O, Sae lang may I mourn for my dear Highland laddie, O.
He pu'd me the crawberry ripe from the boggie fen, He pu'd me the strawberry, red frae the foggie glen, He pu'd me the town frae the will stepe sae giddy, O, Sae loving and kind was my dear Highland laddie, O.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Dear Highland Laddie

Dear Highland Laddie.
[Robert Tannahill.—Gaelic air, "Mor nian a Ghibarlan."]
Blythe was the time when he fee'd wi' my father, O, Happy were the days when we herded thegither, O, Sweet were the hours when he row'd me in his plaidie, O, And vow'd to be mine, my dear Highland laddie, O.
But, ah! waes me! wi' their sodgering sae gaudy, O, The laird's wyl'd awa' my braw Highland laddie, O, Misty are the glens and the dark hills sae cloudy, O, That aye seem'd sae blythe wi' my dear Highland laddie, O. ​The blae-berry banks now are lonesome and dreary, O, Muddy are the streams that gush'd down sae clearly, O, Silent are the rocks that echoed sae gladly, O, The wild melting strains o' my dear Highland laddie, O.
He pu'd me the crawberry, ripe frae the boggy fen, He pu'd me the strawberry, red frae the foggy glen, He pu'd me the rowan frae the wild steep sae giddy, O, Sae loving and kind was my dear Highland laddie, O.
Fareweel, my ewes, and fareweel, my doggie, O, Fareweel, ye knowes, now sae cheerless and scroggie, O; Fareweel, Glenfeoch, my mammy and my daddie, O, I will lea' you a' for my dear Highland laddie, O.
# Five songs (1)/Robinson Crusoe

ROBINSON CRUSOE.
WHEN I was a lad, I got cause to be sad, My grandmother I did lose, O; I'll bet you a can, you have heard of the man, His name it was Robinson Crusoe. O Robinson Crusoe! O Robinson Crusoe! Tink a tink tang, tink a tink tang, O poor Robinson Crusoe!
Perhaps you’ve read in a book of a voyage he took, And how the whirlwind blew, so, That the ship, with a shock, drove plump on a rock Near drowning poor Robinson Crusoe O poor Robinson &c.
Poor soul! none but he remain’d on the sea, Ah, Fate! Fate, how could you do so? Till ashore he was thrown on an island unknown; O poor Robinson Crusoe! O poor Robinson, &c.
He wanted to eat, and he sought for some meat, But the cattle away from him flew, so, ⟨That⟩, but for his gun, he’d been surely undone; ⟨O!⟩ my poor Robinson Crusoe! O poor Robinson, &c.
​But he sav'd from aboard, an old gun and a sword, And another odd matter or two, so That by dint of his thrift he manag’d to shift; Well done Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson, &c.
And he happen’d to save from the merciless wave, A poor parrot, I assure you, 'tis true, so That when he came home from a merciless roam, She cry'd, poor Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson, &c.
He got all the wood that ever he could, And stuck it together with glue, so That he made him a hut, wherein he did put The carcase of Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson, &c.
He us’d to wear a cap, and a coat with long kaap, With a beard as long as a Jew, so That, by all that is civil, he look'd like a devil. More than poor Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson, &c.
And then his man, Friday, kept the hut neat & tiddy, To be sure 'twas his business to do so; And, friendly together, less like servant than brother, Liv'd Friday and Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson, &c.
At last an English sail came within hail, Then he took to his little canoe, so That, on reaching the ship, they gave him a trip Back to the country of Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson, &c.
# Five songs (1)/The lover's departure

THE LOVER’S DEPARTURE.
FAREWELL to sweet Kilmarnock, Wherein much pleasure I have had; Thy fruitful fields, thy flowery vales, To go and leave it makes me sad. When aged sixteen, my heart was fond My luck in foreign climes to try, ⟨Four⟩ years and more have passed o'er, And I’m returned back with joy.
​But soon again I'll bid adieu, With a heaving sigh and wistful ee, Unto the girl that I love, Who constant is and true to me. Again the ocean I mus cross, In hopes of greater wealth to gain, And tho' the seas between us be, My heart is always thine, the same.
Adieu, my love, a fond adieu, A parting kiss, and then farewell; And still you'll find, it is all love To thee, in whom my heart does dwell. Once I had hopes of staying here To spend my future days in peace;
But since it is ordained so, I'll give to thee my last good wish.
May thou as flowers in summer flourish, Thy tender heart be always gay; And may thou always constant prove Unto the lad that's far away. Farewell again, the ship doth wait, She stately on the waves doth ride; Oh! constant be, and I'll return To make thee my sweet and charming bride.
# Five songs (1)/Katherine Ogie

KATHERINE OGIE. ———
AS walking forth to view the plain,
Upon a morning early, While May’s sweet scent did cheer my brain, From flowers which grew so rarely; I chanc'd to meet a pretty maid, She shin'd tho' it was foggie:
I ask'd her name; Sweet Sir, she said. My name is Kath'rine Ogie.
I stood a while, and did admire, To see a nymph so stately; So brisk an air there did appear In a country maid so neatly:— Such nat'ral sweetness she display'd. Like a lily in a bogie, Diana’s self was ne'er array'd Like this same Kath'rine Ogie.
Thou flower of females, beauty's queen, Who sees thee sure must prize thee; Tho' thou art drest in robes but mean, Yet these cannot disguise thee: Thy handsome air, and graceful look, Excels each clownish rogie; Thou’rt match for laird, or lord, or duke, My charming Kath'rine Ogie.
(illegible text) were I but some shepherd swain, (illegible text) feed my flock beside thee; (illegible text)aughting-time to leave the plain, (illegible text)milking to abide thee: ​I'd think myself a happier man, Wi' Kate, my club, and dogie, Than he who hugs his thousands ten, Had I but Kath'rine Ogie.
Then I'd despise th' imperial throne. And statesmen's dangerous stations, I'd be no king, I'd wear no crown,
I'd smile at conquering nations, Might I caress, and stil possess This lass of whom I'm vogie; For these are toys, and still look less, Compar'd with Kath'rine Ogie.
I fear the gods have not decreed For me so fine a creature, Whose beauty rare makes her exceed All other works of nature, Clouds of despair surround my love. That are both dark and foggie; Pity my case, ye Powers above! I die for Kath'rine Ogie.