The pitying heart that felt for human Woe; The dauntless heart that fear'd no human Pride; The Friend of Man, to vice alone a foe; "For ev'n his failings lean'd to Virtue's "fide *." FOR R. A. Esq. KNOW thou, O ftranger to the fame 0 4 FOR * Goldsmith. FOR G. H. Esq. THE poor man weeps-here G-n fleeps, But with fuch as he, where'er he be, A BARD's EPITAPH. IS there a whim-infpired fool, Owre faft for thought, owre hot for rule, Let him draw near; And owre this graffy heap fing dool, And drap a tear. Is there a Bard of ruftic fong, Who, notelefs, fteals the crowds among, That weekly this area throng, O, pass not by ! But, with a frater-feeling strong, Here, heave a figh. Is there a man, whofe judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave; Here paufe-and, through the starting tear, Survey this grave, The poor Inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wife to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And fofter flame But thoughtless follies laid him low, And ftain'd his name! Reader, Reader, attend-whether thy foul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low purfuit; Know, prudent, cautious, felf-controul, Is Wifdom's roof. ON ON THE Late Captain GROSE'S PERIGRINATIONS thro' SCOTLAND, collecting the ANTIQUITIES Of that KINGDOM. HEAR, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, I rede you tent it: A chield's amang you, taking notes, And, faith, he'll prent it. If in your bounds ye chance to light Upon a fine, fat, fodgel wight, |