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
Of this much lov'd, much honour'd name!
(For none that knew him need be told)
A warmer heart Death ne'er made cold.

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FOR

* Goldsmith.

FOR G. H. Esq.

THE poor man weeps-here G-n fleeps,
Whom canting wretches blam'd:

But with fuch as he, where'er he be,
May I be fav'd or d-d!

A BARD's EPITAPH.

IS there a whim-infpired fool,

Owre faft for thought, owre hot for rule,
Owre blate to feek, owre proud to fnool,

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,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnny Groats ;—
If there's a hole in a' your coats,

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,