Richard Cecil. Born 1748. Died 1810. AN eminent divine, born in London, and for many years one of the most eloquent preachers of the Church of England. ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT AT DAYBREAK. "CEASE then longer to detain me, "See yon orient streak appearing, Hark! a voice, the darkness cheering, "Lately launch'd, a trembling stranger, "Now my cries shall cease to grieve thee; Kinder arms than thine receive me, "Weep not o'er these eyes that languish, Upward turning to their home; "There, my mother, pleasures centre ;- Ne'er our Father's house can enter:- "As, amidst this holy dawning, "Yet to leave thee sorrowing pains me ;— Now thy love no more detains me ;- John Logan. Born 1748. Died 1788. LOGAN was born at Soutra, Mid-Lothian, in 1748. His father was a small farmer, and gave him a liberal education. While at the University he wrote a number of short poems, which brought him into notice. Logan was educated for the Church, and was in 1770 ordained to the pastorate of South Leith. In 1779 he published a volume of his poems, which reached a second edition in a few months. This success induced him to write a tragedy, which, however, did not add to his reputation. Logan's parishioners, being dissatisfied with his engrossment in literary matters, clamoured for his resignation, and he ultimately retired on receiving a small annuity. He then went to London, where he obtained some literary employment, till his early death on 27th December 1788. Logan is the author of some hymns, which are adopted in nearly every collection for public worship. THE COUNTRY IN AUTUMN. 'Tis past! no more the summer blooms! Behold congenial autumn comes, What time thy holy whispers breathe, O let me wander through the sounding woods! Ah! well-known streams!-ah! wonted groves, Oh! sacred scene of youthful loves, Whose image lives behind! While sad I ponder on the past, The joys that must no longer last; The wild-flower strown on summer's bier, The dying music of the grove, And the last elegies of love, Dissolve the soul, and draw the tender tear! Alas! misfortune's cloud unkind All human beauty blast! The wrath of nature smites our bowers, And desolate before his time, In silence sad the mourner walks and weeps! Yet not unwelcome waves the wood Their chequered leaves the branches shed, They sadly sigh that winter's near; The warning voice I hear behind That shakes the wood without a wind, And solemn sounds the death-bell of the year. TO THE CUCKOO. HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove! Thou messenger of Spring! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. What time the daisy decks the green, Delightful visitant! with thee And hear the sound of music sweet The school-boy, wandering through the wood Starts, the new voice of spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, Oh, could I fly, I'd fly with thee! John Lowe. ONLY known for his beautiful piece "Mary's Dream." Born 1750. Died 1798. He was born in Kenmore in Galloway, and ultimately emigrated to America. MARY'S DREAM. THE moon had climbed the highest hill And from the eastern summit shed Her head, to ask who there might be, The storm is past, and I at rest; So, Mary, weep no more for me! "O maiden dear, thyself prepare; We soon shall meet upon that shore, Lady Anne Barnard. { Born 1750. Died 1825. DAUGHTER of the Earl of Balcarres, and wife of Mr Barnard, son of the Bishop of Limerick. The ballad of "Auld Robin Gray" was written by her in 1771. AULD ROBIN GRAY. WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, when the kye's come hame, The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e, Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride, He hadna been gane a twelvemonth and a day, When my father brake his arm and the cow was stown away; My father couldna work-my mither couldna spin- My father urged me sair-my mither didna speak, |