My heart did glowing transport feel, And brandish round the deep-dy'd steel While back-recoiling seem'd to reel Their Suthron foes. His COUNTRY'S SAVIOUR,2 mark him well! Bold Richardton's heroic swell; The Chief on Sark' who glorious fell, In high command ; And he whom ruthless fates expel His native land. There, where a sceptr'd Pictish shades Bold, soldier-featur'd, undismay'd They strode along. Thro' many a wild, romantic grove, Dispensing good. With deep-struck reverential awe This, all its source and end to draw That, to adore. ; Brydone's brave Wards I well could spy, Where many a Patriot name on high, 1 The Wallaces.-R. B. 2 William Wallace.-R. B. 3 Adam Wallace, of Richarton, cousin of the immortal preserver of Scottish independence.-R. B. 4 Wallace, Laird of Craigie, 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 valour of the gallant Laird of Craigie, who died of his wounds after the action.-R. B. 5 Coilus, King of the Picts, from whom the district of Kyle is said to take its name, lies buried, as tradition says, near the family-seat of the Montgomeries of Coilsfield, where his burial-place is still shown.-R. B. 6 Barskimming, the seat of the late Lord Justice Clerk [Miller].-R. B. 7 Catrine, the seat of the late Doctor, and present Professor Stewart.-R. B. 8 Colonel Fullarton.-R. B. DUAN SECOND. WITH musing-deep, astonish'd stare, When with an elder Sister's air "All hail! my own inspired Bard! I come to give thee such reward "Know, the great Genius of this land As Arts or Arms they understand, 66 Their labours ply. They Scotia's Race among them share; Some fire the Soldier on to dare: Some rouse the Patriot up to bare Corruption's heart: Some teach the Bard, a darling care, "Mong swelling floods of reeking gore, They, sightless, stand, To mend the honest 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 In energy, Or point the inconclusive page 66 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 Sceptic' bays. "To lower orders are assign'd All chuse, as various they're inclin’d, "When yellow waves the heavy grain, With tillage-skill; And some instruct the Shepherd-train, "Some hint the Lover's harmless wile; And make his cottage-scenes beguile Of rustic Bard; And careful note each op'ning grace, A guide and guard. "Of these am I-Coila my name; And this district as mine I claim, ; 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 uncouth rhymes, Fir'd at the simple, artless lays Of other times. "I saw thee seek the sounding shore, Drove thro' the sky, I saw grim Nature's visage hoar, Struck thy young eye. "Or when the deep green-mantl'd 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 mirth With boundless love. "When ripen'd fields, and azure skies, Call'd forth the Reaper's 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, I taught thee how to pour in song, To soothe thy flame. "I saw thy pulse's 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. "I taught thy manners-painting strains, The loves, the ways of simple swains, Till now, o'er all my wide domains Thy fame extends; And some, the pride of Coila's plains, Become thy friends. "Thou canst not learn, nor can I show, To paint with Thomson's landscape glow; Or wake the bosom-melting throe, Or With Shenstone's art; pour, with Gray, the moving flow Warm on the heart. "Yet, all beneath th' unrivall'd rose, The lowly daisy sweetly blows; Tho' large the forest's monarch throws His army shade, Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows, Adown the glade. "Then never murmur nor repine; Nor Kings' regard, Can give a bliss o'ermatching thine, "To give my counsels all in one,— With Soul erect; And trust, the Universal Plan Will all protect. "And wear thou this "-she solemn said, Did rustling play; And, like a passing thought, she fled ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID, OR THE RIGIDLY My son, these maxims make a rule, The cleanest corn that e'er was dight Solomon.-Eccles. vii. 16. O YE wha are sae guid yoursel, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell Supply'd wi' store o' water, The heapet happer's ebbing still, Hear me, ye venerable Core,1 That frequent pass douce Wisdom's door, |