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Of these am In Cotta my name; * And this district as miñe I claim, Where once the Campbells, chiefs of fame,
• Held ruliag pow'r: I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame,
• Thy natal hour.
With future hope, I oft would gaze · • Fond, as thy little early ways, • Thy rudely-caroll'd, chiming phrase,
In uncouth rhymes. Fir'd at the simple, artless lays
Of other times..
I saw thee seek the sounding shore, Deliglated with the dashing roar; • Or when the north his fleecy store
• Drove thro' the sky, I saw grim Nature's visage boar
Struck thy young eye.
Or when the deep-green mantld earth Warm cherish'd ev'ry flow'ret's birth, . And joy and music pouring forth
In ev'ry grove, " I saw thee
eye the gen’ral mirtha
• With boundless love..
• When ripen'd fields, and azure skieny Calld forth the reaper's rustling noise, I saw thee leave their ev'ning joys,
: And lonely stalk,
TO THE UNCO GUID
THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS,
My son, these maximi make a rule,
And lump them ay thegither;
The Rigid Wise anither :
May hae some piles o caff in ;
SOLOMON,Eccles. ch. vii. ver. I
Sae pious and sae holy,
Your neebour's faults and folly!
Supply'd wi' store o' water, The heapet happer's ebbing still,
And still the clap plays clatter,
As counsel for poor mortals,
For glaikit Folly's portals;
I, for their thoughtless, careless sakes,
Would here propone defences, Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes,
Their failings and mischances.
And shudder at the niffer,
What maks the mighty differ;.
That purity ye pride in,
Your better art o' hiding.
Gies now and then a wallop,
That still eternal gallop:
Right on ye scud your sea-way
It maks an unco lee-way.
y. See social life and glee sit down,
All joyous and unthinking, Till, quite transmugrify'd, they're grown
Debauchery and drinking: O would they stay to calculate
Th' eternal consequences :
Or your more dreaded hell to state;
D-mnation of expences !
Ty'd up in godly laces,
Suppose a change o' cases ;
A treacherous inclination
Ye're aiblins nae temptation,
VII. Then gently scan your
To step aside is human:
The moving why they they do it :
How far perhaps they rue it.,
Decidedly can try us.
Each spring—its various bias :
We never can adjust it ;
But know not what's resisted.
Has auld K********* seen the Deil? Or great M********* thrawn his heel ? Or R*******f again grown weel,
To preach an' read ? • Na, waur than a'!' cries ilka chiel,
Tam Samson's dead !'
K********* lang may grunt an' grane,
In mourning weed;
Tam Samson's dead !
The brethren of the mystic level, May hing their head in woefu' bevel,
* When this worthy old sportsman went out last 'muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian's phrase, the last of his fields;' and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.
+ A certain preacher, a great favourite with the million. Vide the Ordination, stanza 11.
* Another preacher, an equal favourite with the few, who was at that time ailing. For him see also the Ordination, stanza IX.