‘Then there’s a rich old Shepherd,[81] fra’ the North, ‘A braver Man ne’er stept on this side Forth. ‘Tho’ master of a Farm, and oldish grown, ‘He slighted all to serve with our Patron; ‘Lively, and brisk, and, tho’ good-temper’d, rough-- ‘Scott’s praise of Him is scarcely praise enough. ‘Here’s too a gaudy Shepherd,[82] come from Cheshire, ‘Much like the rest I think, but rather fresher. ‘The little I shall say needs no apology, ‘The Speaker has, I know, pronounc’d his Eulogy. ‘He manages the Mules, mark’d Red and Blue, ‘Doing it well, he has enough to do. ‘Then there’s another Roister,[83] also, fra’ the North, ‘And like his Countryman, as High in worth; ‘I know him well, and my opinion’s such, ‘Say what I will, I cannot say too much. ‘With Southern Farmers, this may cause a Smile, ‘The Scots are Farmers in superior Style. ‘Another Shepherd[84] also in request ‘Is very justly placed amongst the Best; ‘Ardent, and Brave, for Glory does aspire, ‘And such a sentiment one must admire. ‘If any trifling fault we to him lay, ‘He’s anxious over-much--for so they say. ‘Here’s a brisk Irish Lad[85] too, Devil a better, ‘Who at the Vermin is a rattling Setter; ‘Connected with the great Patron, ’tis true, ‘But his Abilities will bear him through. ‘Fain would I now describe in Epigram ‘A bold descendant of Sir David Gam.[86] ‘Connected to this Taffy blood, we find ‘A noble Soul, and an expansive Mind; ‘In Fields of Glory he such progress made, ‘His Laurels now afford him ample Shade. ‘Another too, a lively Irish Fellow,[87] ‘Time, perhaps, may soften down, and render mellow; ‘Impetuous by Nature, often Rash, ‘But Stout, and Sturdy, famous at a Dash. ‘And one more fra’ the North,[88] that I must mention, ‘Who’s influenc’d no doubt by just intention; ‘For Zeal, and Ardour he to none may yield, ‘And thought an active Fellow in the Field. ‘One more[89] I’ll mention, as I think it fair, ‘That where there’s merit, it should have its share; ‘Bold, Active, Mild, Intelligent, and Pleasant, ‘Liked by his charge, from Herdsman to the Peasant. ‘There’s Lots of others too, most Gallant Spirits, ‘Volumes would not do justice to their merits; ‘Suffice it must to say, their Country’s weal ‘Can never be sustain’d by nobler Zeal. ‘I’ll now describe how is arrang’d the Stock, ‘The distribution of each Herd, and Flock: ‘A Master Shepherd is attach’d to each, ‘The whole to manage, ignorant to teach. ‘A Junior to each Flock, Clerk, Surveyor,[90] ‘A Whipper-in also, to catch the Strayer,-- ‘Herdsmen and Salesmen[91]--perhaps two Dogs or more, ‘To scare away the Vermin with their Roar; ‘These, well dispos’d, and parcell’d o’er the Land, ‘At once pourtrays the able Master’s Hand. ‘All are so excellent, and in such Heart, ‘Thirsting for Glory, panting for the Start.