Oh, marked we, Death! thy teachings true, What dust of time would blind? Such thy impartiality To our highest, lowest kind. Thy look is upwards, downwards shot, Determined none to miss; It rose to Pelham's princely bower, It sinks to shed like this! Oh, long, long, &c.! So great thy victims, that the noble Stand humbled by the bier; So poor, it shames the poorest To grace them with a tear. Between the minister of state And him that grovels there, Should one remain uncounselled, Is there one whom dool shall spare? Oh, long, long, &c.! The hail that strews the battle-field Not louder sounds its call, Than the falling thousands round us Are voicing words to all. Hearken! least of all the nameless; Evan's hour is going fast; Hearken! greatest of earth's great ones-- Princely Pelham's hour is past. Oh, long, long, &c.! Friends of my heart! in the twain we see A type of life's declining; 'Tis like the lantern's dripping light, At either end a-dwining. Where was there one more low than thou-- Thou least of meanest things?[101] And where than his was higher place Except the throne of kings? Oh, long, long, &c.! [101] At this humiliating apostrophe, the beggar is reported to have instinctively raised his staff--an action which the bard observed just in time to avoid its descent on his back. DOUGAL BUCHANAN. Dougal Buchanan was born at the Mill of Ardoch, in the beautiful valley of Strathyre, and parish of Balquhidder, in the year 1716. His parents were in circumstances to allow him the education of the parish school; on which, by private application, he so far improved, as to be qualified to act as teacher and catechist to the Highland locality which borders on Loch Rannoch, under the appointment of the Society for Propagating Christian Knowledge. Never, it is believed, were the duties of a calling discharged with more zeal and efficiency. The catechist was, both in and out of the strict department of his office, a universal oracle,[102] and his name is revered in the scene of his usefulness in a degree to which the honours of canonization could scarcely have added. Pious, to the height of a proverbial model, he was withal frank, cheerful, and social; and from his extraordinary command of the Gaelic idiom, and its poetic phraseology, he must have lent an ear to many a song and many a legend[103]--a nourishment of the imagination in which, as well as in purity of Gaelic, his native Balquhidder was immeasurably inferior to the Rannoch district of his adoption.