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AN ALTAR TO INDEPENDENCE,
At Kerrouchtry, the seat of Mr. Heron, written in
THOU of an independent mind
ON THE DEATH OF MR. RIDDEL.
No more, ye warblers of the wood, no more,
Nor pour your descant grating on my ear :
Thou young-eyed spring, thy charms I cannot bear; More welcome were to me grim winter's wildest roar.
How can ye please, ye flowers, with all your dies?
Ye blow upon the sod that wraps my friend :
How can I to the tuneful strain attend ?
Riddel lies. *
* Robert Riddel, Esq. of Friars' Carse, a very worthy character, and one to whom our bard thought himself under many obligations.
ON A LADY FAMED FOR HER CAPRICE.
How cold is that bosom which folly once fired,
How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glistened ; How silent that tongue which the echoes oft tired,
How dull is that ear which to flattery so listened.
If sorrow and anguish their exit await,
From friendship and dearest affection removed; How doubly severer, Eliza, thy fate,
Thou diedst unwept as thou livedst unloved.
Loves, graces and virtues, I call not on you ;
So shy, grave and distant, ye shed not a tear : But come, all ye offspring of folly so true,
And flowers let us cull for Eliza's cold bier.
We'll search through the garden for each silly flower,
We'll roam through the forest for each idle weed; But chiefly the nettle so typical, shower,
For none e'er approached her but rued the rash deed.
We'll sculpture the marble, we'll measure the lay;
Here vanity strums on her idiot lyre;
Which spurning contempt shall redeem from his ire.
Here lies, now a prey to insulting neglect,
What once was a butterfly gay in life's beam : Want only of wisdom denied her respect,
Want only of goodness denied her esteem.
Answer to a mandate sent by the Surveyor of the windows,
carriages, &c. to each farmer, ordering him to send a signed list of his horses, servants, wheel-carriages, &c. and whether he was a married man or a bachelor, and what children they had.
SIR, as your mandate did request,
Imprimis, then, for carriage cattle,
* The fore-horse on the left hand, in the plough.