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WRITTEN WITH A PENCIL
OVER THE CHIMNEY-PIECE, IN THE PARLOUR OF
THE INN AT KENMORE, TAYMOUTH.
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace,
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Poetic ardours in my bosom swell,
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Here Poesy might wake her heav'n-taught lyre,
Here, to the wrongs of fate half reconcil'd,
STANDING BY THE FALL OF FYERS, NEAR LOCH-NĒSS.
Among the heathy hills and ragged woods slim
his Till full be dashes on the rocky mounds, Where, through a shapeless breach, his stream re
sounds. As high in air the bursting torrents flow, As deep recoiling surges foam below, Prone down the rock the whitening sheet descends, And viewless echo's ear, astonish'd, rends. Dim-seen, through rising mists and ceaseless show'rs, The hoary cavern, wide-surrounding, low'rs. Still thro' the gap the struggling river toils," And still below the horrid cauldron boils : N
BIRTH OF A POSTHUMOUS CHILD,
PORN IN PECULIAR CIRCUMSTANCES OF FAMILY
Sweet Flow’ret, pledge o' meikle love,
And ward o'mony a pray'r,
Sae helpless, sweet, and fair!
Chill, on thy lovely form;
Should shield thee frae the storm.
May He who gies the rain to pour,
And wings the blast to blaw,
The bitter frost and snaw!
Who heals life's various stounds,
And heal her cruel wounds! But late she flourish
Unshelter'd and forlorn.
Unscath'd by ruffian hand!
Arise to deck our land.
As the authentic prose history of the Whistle is curious, I shall here
give it.- In the train of Anne of Denmark, when she came to Scotland with our James the Sixth, there came over also a Danish gentleman of gigantic stature and great prowess, and a matchless champion of Bacchus. He had a little ebony Whistle, which at the commencement of the orgies he laid on the table, and whoever was last able to blow it, every body else being disabled by the potency of the bottle, was to carry off the Whistle as a trophy of victory. The Dane produced credentials of his victories, without a single defeat, at the courts of Copenhagen, Stockholm, Moscow, Warsaw, and several of the petty courts in Germany; and challenged the Scots Bacchanalians to the alternative of trying his prowess, or else of acknowledging their inferiority.—After many overthrows on the part of the Scots, the Dane was encountered by Sir Robert Lawrie of Maxwelton, ancestor of the present worthy baronet of that name; who, after three days and three nights, hard contest, left the Scandinavian under the table,
And blew on the Whistle his requiem shrill. Sir Walter, son to Sir Robert before mentioned, afterwards lost the Whistle to Walter Riddel of Glenriddel, who had married a sister of Sir Walter's.-On Friday, the 16th of October, 1790, at Friars-Carse the Whistle was once more contended for, as related in the ballad, by the present Sir Robert Lawrie of Maxwelton; Robert Riddel, Esq. of Glenriddel, lineal descendant and representative of Walter Riddel, who won the Whistle, and in whose family it had continued; and Alexander Ferguson, Esq. of Craig. darroch, likewise descended of the great Sir Robert; which last gentleman carried off the hard-won honours of the field.
I sing of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth,