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Poems and Essays of a Miscellaneous Character on Subjects of General Interest

By Janet Hamilton

Hamilton, Janet (1795-1873)

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Miscellaneous Pieces.

CENTENARY POEM,

THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND.

THE CHILD OF FRANCE.

LINES WRITTEN ON THE BIRTH OF THE YEAR 1853.

LINES SUGGESTED BY THE WAR IN THE CRIMEA, 1854.

RHYMES FOR THE TIMES. I.

THE POWER AND BEAUTY OF SCOTTISH SONG.

NIGHT SCENE AT THE FALL OF SEBASTOPOL.

ON THE RUSSIAN WAR IN THE CRIMEA, 1854–5.

RHYMES FOR THE TIMES. II.

LINES ON THE TRIAL OF MADELINE SMITH FOR THE MURDER OF L'ANGELIER.

VERSES ON THE CALDER IN ITS COURSE BY ST. ENOCH'S, ROSEHALL, &c.

THE CIVIL WAR IN AMERICA.

SOME INCIDENTS IN THE LATTER DAYS OF JOHN WHITELAW

MOTHER AND CHILD.

SONG—THE COUTHIE AULD MAN.

SPRING SCENE IN THE COUNTRY.

IMPENDING WAR BETWEEN AUSTRIA AND SARDINIA.

ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE BARQUE “FAME”

ADVICE TAE BRITHER JONATHAN

CONTRASTED SCENES FROM REAL LIFE.

THE MOTHER AT HOME.

SWEET MAY MORN.

ON THE PROPOSED PRESENTATION OF GUNS BY THE PEOPLE OF BRITAIN TO THE KING OF SARDINIA, IN AID OF ITALIAN LIBERTY.

TO THE NORTH AMERICANS.

DIRGE FOR JESSIE MACPHERSON.

LINES ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND ON RECEIVING FROM HIM A VOLUME OF “THE PARNASSUS JOURNAL.”

NOVEMBER FINDINGS—1862.

OCTOBER THOUGHTS—1862.

THE HARTLEY COLLIERY CATASTROPHE.

REMINISCENCES OF THE “HIE TOON” OF HAMILTON SIXTY YEARS AGO.

REMINISCENCES OF THE “AULD HIE TOON OF HAMILTON,” SIXTY YEARS AGO.

BRITISH VOLUNTEERS.

THE FIRST AND SECOND ADVENTS OF GARIBALDI—1851–2.

GARIBALDI A CAPTIVE.

CALDER—A MEMORY.

CIVIL WAR IN AMERICA—EXPOSTULATION.

WELCOME TO OCTOBER.

THE SEVEN STARS:

TO TEACHERS OF THE YOUNG.

ON THE MEETING OF THE SOCIAL SCIENCE ASSOCIATION

A REAL INCIDENT OF THE PERSECUTING TIMES IN SCOTLAND.

TO MRS J. CLELAND,

ON SEEING A THOUSAND SABBATH SCHOOL CHILDREN

LINES ADDRESSED TO MRS BUCHANAN OF DRUMPELLER,

ADDRESS TO MR JOHN FAIRLIE.

LINES ADDRESSED TO M. FAIRLIE, Esq., VIEWFIELD HOUSE,

LINES INSCRIBED TO MRS M. FAIRLIE OF VIEWFIELD HOUSE.

ADDRESS TO THE REV. DR. GARDNER OF BOTHWELL,

LINES ADDRESSED TO THE REV. DR. JOHN MUIR, OF ST. JAMES' PARISH, GLASGOW

LINES ADDRESSED TO Rev. D---G---, B.A.

LINES ADDRESSED TO THE REV. J. JAMES

VERSES WRITTEN ON THE OCCASION OF THE MARRIAGE OF ALBERT EDWARD, PRINCE OF WALES, AND ALEXANDRA, PRINCESS OF DENMARK.

CRAIGNETHAN CASTLE.

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THE DEATH OF STEPHEN.

LINES ON'THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER.

“GOD IS DEPARTED FROM ME, AND ANSWERETH ME NO MORE.”

A FAITHFUL MOTHER'S LOVE.

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Temperance Pieces.

NIGHT PHASES OF DRUNKENNESS.

THE THREE GOLDEN BALLS.

TEMPERANCE WARFARE.

ADDRESS AND WELCOME TO J. B. GOUGH

ON SEEING THE BODY OF A WOMAN DRAWN FROM THE MONKLAND CANAL

LINES ADDRESSED TO MRS H. B. STOWE

ON THE ANTICIPATED RETURN OF J. B. GOUGH TO BRITAIN.

THE MOURNING MOTHER.

THE DRUNKARD'S WIFE.

THE HAUNTED HOUSE.

ON SEEING THE DEAD BODY OF A MAN

THE PLAGUE OF OUR ISLE.

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THE TWO CONQUERORS;

SCOTIA: A VISION.

A PARODY ON “THE WAYSIDE WELL,”

LYRICS OF DRINK.

LYRICS OF DRINK.

THE WAY O' THE WARL'.

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ON SEEING THE BODY OF A WOMAN DRAWN FROM THE MONKLAND CANAL

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Who had thrown herself into it in a fit of delirium tremens.

Drifting before the tempter's power,
This piteous wreck in horror's hour
On dark perdition's rock was driven!
Let groaning earth and righteous heaven
Sum up the cost, the fearful price,
Intemperance—bloodiest, costliest vice—
Thy victims pay! Dread Alcohol!
No less than body, substance, soul
Thy minions and thy venders crave.
So, dripping from the muddy wave
They drag—but, ah! too late to save
From suicidal drunkard's grave—
A bruised and wasted female form,
Who perished in the deadly storm
Of maddening drink's delirious throes.
Bind up her hair; her eyelids close;
Her body lay beneath the sod—
The soul's award is given by God.
Oh, woman, woman! mother! wife!
The founts whence gush the streams of life
Are thine—why with the accursed thing
Thus poison and pollute the spring
Of human life? Why bear the name—
The drunkard's brand of guilt and shame—
The dire conjunction, ah! too common—
A mother, wife, and drunken woman!