While Autumn," benefactor kind,
By Tweed erects his aged head,
And fees, with felf-approving mind,

Each creature on his bounty fed.

While maniac Winter rages o'er
The hills whence claffic Yarrow flows,
Roufing the turbid torrent's roar,
Or fweeping, wild, a waste of snows.

So long, fweet Poet of the Year,

Shall bloom that wreath thou well haft won;

While Scotia, with exulting tear,

Proclaims that Thomson was her fon.

EPITAPHS.

EPITAPH S.

ON A CELEBRATED RULING ELDER.

HERE Sowter **** in Death does fleep;

To H-ll, if he's gane thither, Satan, gie him thy gear to keep, He'll haud it weel thegither.

ON A NOISY POLEMIC.

BELOW thir ftanes lies Jamie's banes:

O Death, it's my opinion,

Thou ne'er took fuch a bleth'rin b-tch

Into thy dark dominion!

ON WEE JOHNNIE.

Hic jacet wee Johnnie.

WHOE'ER thou art, O reader, know,
That Death has murder'd Johnnie!

An' here his body lies fu' low-
For faul he ne'er had ony.

FOR THE AUTHOR'S FATHER.

O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend!

Here lie the loving Husband's dear remains,

The tender Father, and the gen'rous Friend.

The

The pitying heart that felt for human Woe;

The dauntless heart that fear'd no hulian

Pride:

The Friend of Man, to Vice alone a Foe;

"For ev'n his failings lean'd to Virtue's "fide *."

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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

* Goldfmith.

FOR G. H. Esq.

THE poor man weeps-here G-n leeps,
Whom canting wretches blam'd:
But with fuch as he, where'er he be,
May I be fav'd or dd!

A BARD's EPITAPH.

IS there a whim-inspired 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,