See thro' the land how hostil fury burns And peopled vales to rueful deserts turns! See how the smoking country round thee groans, Invokes in vain thy desolated towns! See age unrev'renc'd, dragg'd from peaceful ease And join'd in dreary jayls to loath'd disease! Before their sires see ravished maids complain, And raise their beaut'ous eyes to Heav'n in vain. Oh! more than savage, who pursue their rage On bloom of beauty and the hoar of age! And what exploits exalt this hero's praise? Where spring the laurels which your poets raise? Spring they from conquest o'er the village tame, The sire enfeebled and the aged dame. [Sidenote: _fol._ 411.] View well this sketch and say of which the face Presents the royal mark of Scotland's race. He who would save thee from destruction's blast, Or he who lays thy beauties in the dust? So judg'd of old the good King David's heir With nice discernment the deserving fair; Repuls'd the dame who cruel would destroy, And blest the feeling mother with her boy. _A CATCH, 1746._ Here's a health to the King, the Prince and the Duke. May all loyal subjects say--God bless the three! Come weal or come woe, to my master I'll go, And follow his standard, wherever it be. I'll chear up my heart with a health to my master, In hopes of another Dundee or Montrose. I'm heartily griev'd for my Prince's disaster. God save him, and send him the heart of his foes! To Mr. SECRETARY MURRAY, on his turning evidence. By the Rev. Mr. THOMAS DRUMMOND, Edinburgh, 1747. _Quantum mutatus ab illo._ To all that Virtue's holy ties can boast, To truth and honour and to manhood lost, How hast thou wand'red from the sacred road, The paths of honesty, the pole to God? O fallen! fallen from the high degree Of spotless fame and pure integrity! [Sidenote: _fol._ 412.] Where all that gallantry that fill'd your breast, The pride of sentiment, the thought profest, Th' unbiass'd principle, the gen'rous strain That warm'd your blood, and beat in ev'ry vein? All! all are fled! Once honest, steady, brave, How great the change--to coward, traitor, knave! O! hateful love of life that prompts the mind, The godlike, great and good, to leave behind; From wisdom's laws, from honour's glorious plan, From all on earth that dignifies the man, With steps unhallow'd wickedly to stray And trust and friendship's holy bands betray. Curs'd fear of death, whose bugbear terrors fright Th' unmanly breast from suff'ring in the right That strikes the man from th' elevated state, From ev'ry character and name of great, And throws him down beneath the vile degree Of galley'd slaves, or dungeon villainy.