5, in the first line of the footnote, the Morgan
copy reads "piece" where the Wise copy reads "p*ece," the
"[dotless i]" lacking.

2.) The two pages of signature M are incorrectly numbered in
the Wise copy as "41, 41," this copy having no page numbered
42; and are incorrectly numbered in the Morgan copy as "40,
42," the latter copy having no page numbered 41. The text of
these pages is identical.

M.K.

_FUGITIVE PIECES._

TO

THOSE FRIENDS,

AT

WHOSE REQUEST THEY WERE PRINTED,

FOR WHOSE

AMUSEMENT OR APPROBATION

THEY ARE

SOLELY INTENDED;

These TRIFLES are respectfully dedicated,

BY THE

_AUTHOR_.

As these POEMS are never intended to meet the public eye, no apology
is necessary for the form in which they now appear. They are printed
merely for the perusal of a few friends to whom they are dedicated;
who will look upon them with indulgence; and as most of them were,
composed between the age of 15 and 17, their defects will be pardoned
or forgotten, in the youth and inexperience of the WRITER.

* * * * *

_FUGITIVE PIECES._

* * * * *

ON LEAVING N--ST--D.

Through the cracks in these battlements loud the winds whistle,
For the hall of my fathers is gone to decay;
And in yon once gay garden the hemlock and thistle
Have choak'd up the rose, which late bloom'd in the way.

Of the barons of old, who once proudly to battle
Led their vassals from Europe to Palestine's plain;
The escutcheon and shield, which with ev'ry blast rattle,
Are the only sad vestiges now that remain.

No more does old Robert, with harp-stringing numbers,
Raise a flame in the breast, for the war laurell'd wreath,
Near Askalon's Towers John of Horiston[1] slumbers,
Unnerv'd is the hand of his minstrel by death.

Paul and Hubert too sleep in the valley of Cressy,
For the safety of Edward and ENGLAND they fell,
My fathers! the tears of your country redress ye,
How you fought! how you died! still her annals can tell.

On [2]Marston with Rupert[3] 'gainst traitors contending,
Four Brothers enrich'd with their blood the bleak field
For Charles the Martyr their country defending,
Till death their attachment to royalty scal'd.

Shades of heroes farewell! your descendant departing,
From the seat of his ancestors, bids ye adieu!
Abroad, or