New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1845-08-22

immortal riches domestic joys might bring him,
leaving his children first 10 the nursery maid, then
to hired masters and last to the embrace Of cor
rupt world. He was also most happy in his " aerial
investments and like Prince, Fortunate midway
in life before his power Of resistance was exhaust
ed, and those bieresi OF all bitter words Too LATE,
stamped upon his brow to secure the enlightened
assistance Of generous Journal the timely assist
ance OF one generous friend which though little in
money. was large in results So Thorn is far from
an unfortunate man. though the portrait which we
find in his book is marked with wrinkles Of such
premature depth. Indeed he declares that while
work was plenty and his wife with him. he was
blest for "nne years with such happiness as rarely
falls 10 the lot Of human being"
Thorn has poeiica mind, rather than is poet
lie has delicate perception Of relations, and Is
more poet in discerning good occasions for poems
than in using them. Accordingly his prefaces too,
notes upon, his verses. are often. "a was the case
with Sir Walter Scott far more poeical than the
verses themselves This is the case az to those
which followed this little sketch
For period Of seventeen years employed in a
great weaving factory in Aberdeen II contained up
wards OF three hundred looms worked by as many male
and female weavers It was a sad place. indeed. ana
many a curiosity sort Of man and woman entered tnst
blue gate. Amongst the rest that little ely eAo" Cupd
would steal past Willie. the porter (who never dream
cd Of such being)-stcal in amongst us. and make
very harvest of IT, Upon the remembrance one OF Ms
rather grave doings. the Of Mary Is composed
One Of our shopnaes, virruous young woman fairly.
hourh uncousciousy carried away the whole bulk and
value of poor weavcrs heart He became restless and
miserable but could never muster spirit TO speak his
flame H told his love'-yes. he told II 10 me
Al Lis request told it 10 Mary and she laughed Five
weeks passed away and saw him to the churchyard
For many days ere he died Mary watched by his bed
side. sorrowiul woman. indeed. Never did WIDOWS
tears fall burningy II il twenty years since then
She is now wife and mother but the remembrance
Of that their last meeting still haunts her sensitive ma
ture. il she had done deed OF blood.
The charming little description of one Of the ru-
raj academies known by the name of Wiiies
Squee" we reserve TO reprint in another connex-
ion.-As we are overstepping all limits, we shall
give, in place of farther comments, three specimens
of how the Muse sings while she throws shuttle
They are all interesting in different ways. zone
Of the Hearts Struggles is faithful transcript OF
the refined feelings of the craftsman, how opposite
to the vulgar sefshness which so often proanes the
name of Love- "A Chieilain Unknown to the
Queen expresses many thoughts that arese in our
own mind as we used TO read the bulletins OF the
Royal Progress through Scotland so carefully trans
ferred to the columns of American journals. his
per Low" is perhaps the best specimen of song as
song, to be found in this volume.
ONE OF THE HEARTS STRUGGLES.
AR" UAe rantoa rag"
oh let me gang, ye dinna ken
How sair my miiher iate yestreen-
An, mournin' DER and DER again.
Spcir'd whaur gaed sac late Al cen.
An aye saw her dcht her cen
Nv very heart mast brak % see T.
] "a hyde fyte though e'er sac keen,
But Gamma. Gamma tholc her greet
'Oh blessins guard my iassie's brow.
And f,nd her couthie heart irae care
Her lowein' breast o love sac ia =
How can grudge a mithers share
The hinny xle = sac fair,
In gloamins dewy pearl weet-
As my loves ce wien trembin there
The that a mhers greet
A heart a warmed 10 miihers love
Oh that = the heart whsur wad be
An when a mher's lips reprove,
Oh cie then the gstnin ee.
For feckless fas that look on me.
And niYiS oyc II . E II he iB" ee
That fearless kens mither greet
A CHIEFTAIN UNKNOWN TO THE QUEEN.
lsi3
Aud Scotland cried Welcome your Queen :"
Tx glen echoed Welcome your Queen I"
While iurrei and tower 10 mountain and moor
Cried Wauken and welcome our Queen y
sync. oh sic deray was exprest,
As Scotland for lang hadns seen
When bodies cam bickern' a clad in their best
To beck 10 their bonnie young Queen
When a kinds o. colors cam south
An scarlet frae sly Aberdeen;
Xix hurtern' heart fitted up to the mouth
A pantin 10 peep at our Gleen
There were Earls on that giuering strand,
wi diamonied Dame mOny aDe
An weel might 1t sam that The happlest land
Was trod by the happiest Queen.
Then mony chienains heart
Beat high meath iis proud tartan screen
But one sullen chief stood altar and apart,
Nor rocked he the smile o a Queen
VIVA he Wilma blink our Queen,
Wi his hsiiets sac lysrt and can =
q hoi IL Is Want. wi his gathering gaunt
An his million OF mourners unseen.
Proud Scotland cried Hide them oh, hide
An lat nae them LIGHT on her cen
Wi their bairnies bare il would sorrow her sair
For miiheIs heart moves in our Queen
Scarlet is the towns livery.
frhe Paisley formed portion in the reinue OF
tins suky chief the very scotland, With iis best
foot foremost praucing before is beloved Sovereign
the street sellers OF Edinburgh ordered " Ia
bed ul the Queen len, by he sage authorities thai
were snoring when the Queen came. So-so-beblnd The
faresl painting you VIII mud mere caHsas-aye, canvas
WHISPER LOW.
Slowly slowly the cauld moon creeps
Wi a LIGHT uulO esOme 10 see
II dwals on the window whaur my love sleeps,