EPITAPH FOR THE AUTHOR'S FATHER. YE, whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious reverence and attend! Here lie the loving husband's dear remains, The tender father, and the generous friend. 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 side '.' EPITAPH FOR R. A. ESQ. KNOW thou, O stranger to the fame 1 Goldsmith. VOL. II. EPITAPH FOR G. H. ESQ. THE poor man weeps-here G-n sleeps, INSCRIPTION TO THE MEMORY OF FERGUSSON. HERE LIES ROBERT FERGUSSON, POET, Born September 5th, 1751-Died 16th October, 1774. No sculptur'd marble here, nor pompous lay, TO MISS CRUIKSHANKS, A VERY YOUNG LADY. WRITTEN ON THE BLANK LEAF OF A BOOK, PRESENTED TO HER BY THE AUTHOR. BEAUTEOUS rose-bud, young and gay, Nor ev'n Sol too fiercely view Till some evening, sober, calm, The loveliest form she e'er gave birth. SONG. ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire, Yet in thy presence, lovely Fair, ON READING, IN A NEWSPAPER, THE DEATH OF JOHN M'LEOD, ES2. BROTHER TO A YOUNG LADY, A PARTICULAR FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR'S. SAD thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love Sweetly deck'd with pearly dew Fair on Isabella's morn The sun propitious smil❜d; But, long ere noon, succeeding clouds Succeeding hopes béguil'd. Fate oft tears the bosom chords Dread Omnipotence, alone, Can heal the wound he gave; Can point the brimful grief-worn eyes To scenes beyond the grave. Virtue's blossoms there shall blow, |