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His Country's Savior, * mark him well;
Bold Richardton'st heroic swell;
The chief on Sarkt who glorious fell,

In high command ;
And He whom ruthless Fates expel

His native land.

There, where a scepter'd Pictish shadeg
Stalk'd round its ashes lowly laid,
I mark'd a martial race, portray'd

In colors strong:
Bold, soldier-featur’d, undismay'd

They strode along.
Thro' many a wild, romantic grove,||
Near many a hermit-fancy'd cove,
(Fit haunts for Friendship or for Love)

In musing mood,
An aged Judge, I saw him rove,

Dispensing good.

* William Wallace.

† Adam Wallace, of Richardton, cousin to the immortal preserver of Scottish Independence.

I Wallace, laird of Cragie, who was second in command, under Douglas, earl of Ormond, at the famous battle on the banks of Sark, fought anno 1448. That glorious victory was principally owing to the judicious conduct and intrepid valor of the gallant laird of Cragie, who died of his wounds after the action.

Ś Coilus, king of the Picts, from whom he district of Kyle is said to take its name, lies buried, as tradition says, near the family-seat of the Montgomeries of Coil's-field, where his burial-place is still shown.

|| Barskimming, the seat of the late Lord Justice Clerk.


With deep-struck reverential awe
The learned Sire and Son I saw,
To Nature's God and Nature's law

'They gave their lore, This all its source and end to draw,

That, to adore.
Brydone's brave wardt I well could spy,
Beneath old Scotia's smiling eye,
Who call'd on Fame, low standing by,

To hand hiin on,
Where many a Patriot-name on high,

And hero shone.


With musing-deep, astonish'd stare,
I viewed the heav'nly-seeming Fair;
A whisp’ring throb did witness bear,

Of kindred sweet,
When, with an elder sister's air,

She did me greet.

“All hail! my own inspired Bard!
In me thy native muse regard !
Nor longer mourn thy fate is hard !

Thus poorly low!
I come to give thee such reward

As we bestow.

* Catrine, the seat of the late doctor, and present professor Stewart.

† Colonel Fullarton,

"Know, the great Genius of this land Has many a light, aerial band, Who, all beneath his high command,

Harmoniously, As arts or arms they understand,

Their labors ply: "They Scotia's

's race aniong them share; Some fire the Soldier on to dare ; Some rouse the Patriot up to barc

Corruption's heart; Some teach the Bard, a darling care,

The tuneful art.

In energy,

“ 'Mong swelling floods of reeking gore, They ardent, kindling spirits pour; Or, mid the venal senate roar,

They, sightless, stand,
To mend the bonest Patriot-lore,

And grace the hand.
" And when the bard, or hoary Sage,
Charm or instruct the future age,
They bind the wild poetic rage
Or point the inconclusive page

Full on the eye.
“ Hence Fullarton, the brave and young ;
Hence Dempster's zeal-inspired tongue;
Hence sweet harmonious Beattie sung

His · Minstrel lays ;' Or tore, with noble ardour stung,

The Skeptic's bays. “To lower orders are assign'd The humbler ranks of human-kind,


The rustic Bard, the lab'ring Hind,

The Artisan ;
All choose, as various they're inclin’d,

The various man.

" When yellow waves the heavy grain, The threat'ning storm some strongly rein ; Some teach to meliorate the plain

With tillage-skill ;
And some instruct the shepherd-train

Blithe o'er the hill.
“Some hint the lover's harmless wile;
Some grace the maiden's artless smile;
Some sooth the lab’rer's weary toil,

For humble gains,
And make his cottage-scenes beguile

His cares and pains.
"Some, bounded to a district-space,
Explore at large man's infant race,
To mark the embryotic trace

Of rustic Bard;
And careful note cach op'ning grace,

A guide and guard.
Of these am 1-Coila my name ;
And this district as mine I clain,
Where once the Campbells, chiefs of fame,

Held ruling pow'r :
I mark'd thy embryo tuneful flame,

Thy natal hour.
“With future hope, I oft would gaze,
Fond, on thy little early ways,
Thy rudely caroll'd, chiming phrase,

In ancouth rhymes,

Fir'd at the simple artless lays

Of other times.

" I saw thee seek the sounding shore, Delighted with the dashing roar; Or when the North his fleecy store

Drove thro' the sky,
I saw grim Nature's visage hoar,

Struck thy young eye.
“ Or when the deep green-mantled earth
Warm cherish'd ev'ry flow'ret's birth,
Andjoy and music pouring forth

In ev'ry grove:
I saw the eye the gen'ral mirth

With boundless love.
“When ripen'd fields, and azure skies,.
Call'd forth the reapers' rustling noise,
I saw thee leave their ev'ning joys,

And lonely stalk,
To vent thy bosom's swelling rise

In pensive walk. " When youthful love, warm-blushing strong Keen-shivering shot thy nerves along, Those accents, grateful to thy tongue,

Th' adored Name,
I taught thee how to pour in song,

To sooth thy flame.
“I saw thy pulses maddening play,
Wild send thee pleasure's devious way,
Misled by fancy's meteor ray,

By passion driven;
But yet the light that led astray.

Was light from heaven.

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