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From Biain's coast the last arrival brospbt


The startling news that Scotia's moral Sing
Whose lips and pen so long have wisdom tsupht
Had pass'd away to where the Angels shq
1Aman belov'd DER all that hawthorn land,


rom where it lifts its northern mountain towei
- Were its Yarrow locks twin mirrors stand,
Ahodouhling all their heather brae-side fow,rs,
'o'ou'''' sihcere, replete with simple aims


ANA iare designs; the generous friend of Mar
On whom hs race drew unprotected claims


For recofl rich in every useful plan.
With giant arm n grasp'd the sacred Cross


And held 1t long,to his credentials true.
Where peasants focki DER hills and dales of moss
And from his SabbaA tones instruction drew.
In Ffeshire wales he swN'd his Shepherds crook.
And then where spires dorm the noble Clyde;
Then where steep crags Edhas homes oerlook,
And Learning, Taste, and Genius all reside.
His voice was heard mid Kinks and Letter'd Halls,
Enforcing Truth in accents lou and bold:
From Highland caves to London's Angling walls
He strewed his way, with grains o moral gold.
But Of his Life this was the greatest des--


Those cords which chained the Kirk aiWindsoi
He rent in twain-and from the boundary Tweed
To Orkney Isles he severed Church and Stac.
Now in that Kinks selectest evergreens


This one event his honored name embalms,
With fearless men who passed thro' purple scenes,
To martyr robes and victory's splendid palms.
For he gave up the Premiers sparkling ore,


His home, and robe, and Academic mace,
And, like his Sires who lived in days of yore, ~
For conscience scorned the plumes of pow and j
Before that time Baronial Halls were proud
To own this guest and lofty feudal domes
Kept open gates. But, when he nobly vowd
To free the Kirk, he turned to Cottage homes, q
Where peasants came, and in their tartan frocks
Their homage paid, from Dee and Aven swift,
From Nth and Spey and wild exterior lochs,
All clamberng down from every mountain cliff.
My dirge is DER. This theme we freely yield
To minstrels rich in more eIegiac lays,
Who pensive harps and louder cymbals WELD
BY Angla's lakes or Scota's mossy braes.
And, as New Zealand birds, whose powerful songs
Are said like sweet and pensive bells to sound,
So may Britannia's bards, in concert throngs,
A requiem sing at his sepuchral mound
But yet bard in mountain blue who spends
His fieeting days may pluck one cypress leaf
And send it on to where Edna bends


Der that dark pail which wraps her moral chief.
RINewoop COTTAGE, (NA.) JUNE 26