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MR JOHN RANKEN,
The person to whom kis Poem on shooting the Partridge is
addressed, while he occupied the Farm of Adamhill in Ayrshire.
AE day, as Death, that grusome carl,
of each denomination,
By G-d I'll not be seen behint them, “ Nor 'mang the sp’ritual core present them, Without, at least ae honest man, “ To grace this damn'd infernal clan.” By Adamhill a glance he threw, “—d, G-d!” quoth he, “ I have it now, “ There's just the man I want, in faith," And quickly stoppit Ranken's breath.
ON A COUNTRY LAIRD, NOT QUITE SO WISÉ AS SOLOMOX.
BLESS Jesus Christ, O C********
With grateful lifted eyes,
But body too must rise.
« From death I will deliver,” Alas, alas! O C********
Then thou hadst slept for ever!
MR WOODS, ON HIS BENEFIT NIGHT,
MONDAY, 16th APRIL, 1787.
When by a generous public's kind acclaim,
Poor is the task to please a barb'rous throng, It needs no Siddons' powers in Southern's song; But here an ancient nation fam'd afar, For genius, learning high, as great in warHail, CALEDONIA, name for ever dear ! Before whose sons I'm honoured to appear !
Where every science-every nobler art-
. When well-form'd taste, and sparkling wit unite, With manly lore, or female beauty bright, (Beauty, where faultless symmetry and grace, Can only charm us in the second place,) Witness my heart, how oft with panting fear, As on this night, I've met these judges here ! But still the hope Experience taught to live, Equal to judge—you ’re candid to forgive. No hundred-headed Riot here we meet, With decency and law beneath his feet; Nor Insolence assumes fair Freedom's name; Like CALEDONIANS, you applaud or blame.
* The Man of Feeling, written by Mr M‘Kenzie,
O Thou! dread Power ! whose empire-giving
hand Has oft been stretch'd to shield the honour'd land! Strong may she glow with all her ancient fire ; May every son be worthy of his sire; Firm may she rise with
she rise with generous disdain At Tyranny's, or direr Pleasure's chain ; Still self-dependent in her native shore, Bold may she brave grim Danger's loudest roar, Till Fate the curtain drop on worlds to be no