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Whether as heavenly glory bright,
Since then, my honor'd, first of friends, · On this poor being all depends ;
Let us th' important now employ,
ON THE LATE MR. WILLIAM SMELLIE,
Author of the Philosophy of Natural History, and
Member of the Antiquarian and Royal Societies of Edinburgh.
To Crochallan came* The old cock'd hat, the grey surtout, the same; His bristling beard just rising in its might, 'Twas four long nights and days to shaving night, His uncomb'd grizzly locks wild staring, thatch'd A head, for thought profound and clear, un
match'd; Yet thó' his caustick wit was biting, rude, His heart was warm, benevolent, and good.
* Mr. Smellie, and our poet, were both members of a club in Edinburgh, under the name of Crochallan Fencibles.
AN ALTAR TO INDEPENDENCE,
At Kerroughtry, the Seat of Mr. Heron.
(Written in Summer, 1795.]
Thou of an independent mind,
On the Death of ROBERT RIDDEL, Esq.
of Glen Riddel,
Nor pour your descant, grating, on my soul:
stole, More welcome were to me grim winter's wildest
How can ye charm, ye
flow'rs, with all your dyes? Ye blow upon the sod that wraps my friend:
How can I to the tuneful strain attend ? That strain flows round th' untimely tomb where
* Robert, Riddel, Esq. of Friars' Carse, a very worthy character, and one to whom our bard thought himself under many obligations. It is a curious circumstance, that the two concluding lines express a sentiment exactly similar to one of the most beautiful passages in the “ Pastor Fido," from the 7th to the 10th line of the Monologue, at the opening of the third Act; yet Burns had no acquaintance with Guarini's work. Feeling dictates to genius in all ages, and all countries, and her language must be often the same.