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IV.

Lord Joline, for his partner chose,
A lass that bloom'd like blushing rose
Fam'd in the dance for tiring swains,
And call'd the rose of Scottish plains

The Scottish, or as they are generally denominated, the Scotch Plains, are situated in the State of New-Jersey, in the neighbourhood of Pompton Plains, of which more will be said. From the name, it was probably settled by a colony of Scots, at a very early period, perhaps anterior to the discovery of America by Columbus; who probably gained some obscure hints of this matter, from the pedlars, who travelled through Europe, and was thus led to his great undertaking.

If this hypothesis should be genuine, as there are strong reasons to believe, the honour of the first discovery and colonization of America, belongs neither to Americus Vespuccius, Christopher Columbus, Sebastian Cabot, nor Prince Madoc, but to some other obscure adventurer, who by an unaccountable negligence in history, has been thus cruelly defrauded of immortality.

It may not be amiss to observe, that the custom here alluded to of “tiring swains,” is well known among the Lassies of Scotland; and this coincidence furnishes another proof of a common origin.


The flower of Jersey was the maid,
As babbling tell-tale rumour said

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What though the heavy hand of toll,
And summer sun's tremendous broll,
Her shoulders somewhat broad had made,
And giv'n her cheek a copper shade;
Though no Verbecq had taught her grace,
To measur'd mood had train'd her pace—
(Verbecq now gone to death's dark shades,

He was a celebrated dancing master from Paris, who taught little babies to dance and look like women, but died of chagrin, because he could not jump up and cross his legs six times, before he touched the floor.


To caper with light ghostly blades,)
A foot more broad, a step more true,
Mov'd not among the merry crew.