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On John Done.
Wha e'er desires to ken,
Maun follow the carl,
For here Johnny Pidgeon had nane! Draw near with pious rev'rence and attend ! Here lie the loving husband's dear remains, Strong ale was ablutionThe
der father, and the gen’rous friend. Small beer, persecution, The pitying heart that felt for human woe; A dram was memento mori; The dauntless heart that fear'd no human But a full flowing bowl pride;
Was the joy of his soul, The friend of man, to vice alone a foe; And port was celestial glory. “For ev'n his failings lean’d to virtue's side.” (408)
For Robert Aliken, Esq.
KNOW thou, oh stranger to the fame On a Denperk'Cunutry squire.
Of this much lov'd, much honour'd name!
(For none that knew him need be told) As father Adam first was food,
A warmer heart death ne'er made cold.
On & Frienù.
The friend of man, the friend of truth; On a Celrbratrů Ruling Elder.
The friend of age, and guide of youth; HERE souter Hood in death does sleep Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d, To hell, if he's gane thither.
Few heads with knowledge so inform’d; Satan, gie him the gear to keep
If there's another world, he lives in bliss; He'll hand it weel thegither.
If there is none, he made the best of this.
On a Fluish Polemir. (409)
Oh Death, it's my opinion,
Into thy dark dominion !
Für Gavin Daniilton.
Whom canting wretches blamd:
May I be sav'd or damn'd!
On Wre Johnnn. (410)
HIC JACET WEE JOHNNY. WHOE'ER thou art, oh reader, know,
That death has murder'd Johnny ! And here his body lies fu' low
For saul he ne'er had ony.
Sic a miscreant slave,
When laid in his grave.
A starv'd reptile cries;