ON READING, IN A NEWSPAPER, THE DEATH OF JOHN MCLEOD, Esq. BROTHER TO A YOUNG LADY, A PARTICULAR FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR'S. SAD thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms : Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella's arms. Sweetly deckt with pearly dew Fair on Isabella's morn The sun propitious smil'd; But, long ere noon, succeeding clouds Fate oft tears the bosom chords So Isabella's heart was form'd, Dread Omnipotence, alone, Can heal the wound he gave; Can point the brimful grief-worn eyes...! Virtuous blossoms there shall blow; Woe ne'er assails in vain ; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear How saucy Phoebus' scorching beams, Dry withering, waste my foamy streams,. The lightly-jumping glowrin trouts, If, hapless chance! they linger lang, I'm scorching up so shallow, * Bruar Falls, ip Athole, are exceedingly picturesque and beautiful; but their effect is much impaired by the want of trees and shrubs. They're left the whitening stanes amang, In gasping death to wallow. Last day I grat wï' spite and teen As Poet B**** came by, That, to a bard I should be seen He, kneeling, wad ador'd me. Here, foaming down the shelvy rocks, I am, altho' I say't mysel, Would then my noble master please The sober laverock, warbling wild, The gowdspink, music's gayest child, The blackbird strong, the lintwhite clear, The robin pensive autumn cheer, : This too, a covert shall ensure, To shield them from the storm; Here shall the shepherd make his seat, And here, by sweet endearing stealth, Despising worlds with all their wealth The flow'rs shall vie in all their charms i Here haply too, at vernal dawn, Let lofty firs, and ashes cool, Let fragrant birks in woodbines drest, And, for the little songster's nest, So may old Scotia's darling hope, Spring, like their fathers, up to prop So may thro' Albion's farthest ken, To social-flowing glasses, The grace be-" Athole's honest men, "And Athole's bonnie lasses!". ON SCARING SOME WATER FOWL IN LOCH-TURIT, A wild scene among the hills of Oughtertyre. WHY, уe tenants of the lake, For me your wat'ry haunt forsake ?› |