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18 Although in chains you see me fast,

No frowns upon my friends pray cast:

For my relations were not to blame,

And I brought my parents to grief and shame.

Now all you ramblers in mourning go.

For the prince of ramblers is lying low;

And all you maidens who love the game,

Put on your mourning hoods again.

And all your powers of music chaunt,

To the memory of my dying rant;

A song of melancholy sing,

Till you make the very rafters ring.

Farewell relations and friends also,

The time is nigh when I must go,

As for foes, I have none but one,

But to the same I've done no wrong.

EXECUTION. on the morning of his execution, David Haggart joined earnestly in devotional exercise with his ministerial attendant. After the chaplain of the jail had given a prayer, one of the officers of justice appeared, and ordered all the persons in the room to retire, as he had something to communicate to the unhappy prisoner. Haggart immediately exclaimed, in a hurried tone, “O! I suppose it is the executioner." His firmness for a moment abandoned him, and he walked