V. Poetry The boaft of Barristers, the skill to draw, And all that judgement, all that wit could deal od vo Await alike the uncertainty of law z And luigation leads but to the jail, and bald to use Mootor Full many a Triply, drawn by writers keen, bis in Th' unfathom'd fhelves of this dark garret bean dagory of us. Full many a Bill, advis'd and pass'd un1afden, bas bos, f Here rots and moulders in the murky air iw oer d VII. Perhaps in this neglected fpot are laid, Some Anfwers, drawn by's power proceffes, where said XII. One mom we mifs'd him at the fide-bar call ; Along Leith Walk, and near the reftlefs fea, Another came; nor at the writers hall, Nor up the town, nor at the rolls was hed 1. XIII, The next, with Saulies four, in penfive guife, Slow to the Grey-Friars field we faw him borne. Beneath a fod he now for ever lies, There with the "mighty dead," forgotten and forlorn. ABRACADABRA Perplex'd his blackguard client's clear EDINBURGH, July 1. 1787. demand. Yet ev'n this track cookmaids to protect, MON Q D T, BLAIR, Kt. Bt. Some frail direction dangles in a noofe, On the death of the late Sir J. HUNTER IX. **SA'Yan. Beneath fome pye the Condefcendence lies tw Some printed cafe G cafe Gillespie's Snuff re WHY in each Countenance, that late ly spoke The Mind ferene or tun'd to fimiling Joy, Doth folemn Sorrow, with unerring Signs, Proclaim her awful Reign? The troub led Brow, That gathers like a deep, o'erhanging Cloud, Th' involuntary Sigh, the ftarting Tear Declare Calamity. And fuch, alas! Each liberal Heart too furely feels there dare eterne. + Beneath fome pye the Condefcence liès. The Taffo Swift.go This appeared in a public paper very foon after the mournful event which ccafioned it. Several corrections have since been given it. Mr Woods of the atre-Royal is named as the Author, The humbleft Bard in all Apollo's train Now dedicates to him, whofe Worth he. knew, Whofe Memory he reveres. Elaborate Praise Tocelebrate his much-diftinguish'dName` Were but fuperfluous. His PUBLIC SPERIT, That, independent, fcorn'd all felfish Views, And breath'd no wish but for his Coun、 try's Good: His Plans, that mark'd the mind enlarg❜d, and aim'd T'improve and to adorn his favourite The Seat of Science and of liberal Art; Far as his Name is heard, declare his From the approving public eye retir'd, Long, long will thofe, a numerous Who in the calm domeftic Hour, much pleas'd, View'd him fulfilling every facred Duty; Who, at the focial Board, have often fhar'd With him the Converfe gay, and free alike From Rudenefs and Austerity: and thofe, Not leaft in Number, who have known His Bounty, oft ftretch'd forth, to bear them up Against the Current of o'erwhelming Fortune; Thou feek'ft this great man's Epitaph to find, Thy fearch is vain no Epitaph is here, For none need praifes, but who Malice fear. Yet is there one which, tho' not here, is carv'd, Is writt'n, where it will longer be preferv'd; Is writt'n, where Time can never bring decay, Read-thou wilt find it in the works of GAY. |