And draw Tears from a Flint,
Or the Devil was in't.
If a Sinner came him nigh

Salvia
With Soul black as Chimny,

.
And had but the Sense
To give him the Pence,
With a little Church-Paint
He'd make him a Saint.
He understood Phyfick,
And cur'd Cough and Ptifick;
And, in short, all the Ills
That we find in the Bills,
With a sovereign Balm,

The World calls a Pralm.
Thus his Newgate-Birds once, in the Space of a Moon,
Tho' they liv'd to no Purpose, they dy'd to fome Tune.

In Death was his Hopeg
For he livid by a Rope.
Yet this, by the way,
In bis Praise we may fay,
That, like a true Friend,
He his Flock did attend,
Ev'n to the World's End,
And car'd not to start
From Sledge, or from Cart,
'Till he first saw them wear
Knors under their Ear ;
And merrily swing,
In a well-twisted String,
But if any dy'd hard,
And left no Reward,
As I told you before,
He'd inhance their old Score,
And kill them again
With his murd'ring Pen.'

Thus he kept Sin in Awe,
And supported the Law;
Rut, Oh ! cruel Fate !
So unkind, tho' I fay't,

Lak

L'iscount Dundee

Last Weekg to our Grief,
Grim Death, that old Thief
Alas! and Alack !
Had the Boldness to pack
This old Priest on his Back,
And whither he's gone,
Is not certainly known.
But a Man may conclude,
Without being Rude,
That Orthodox Sam,

His Flock would not sham,
And to thew himself to 'em a Paftor most Civil,
As he led, so he follow'd'em all to the D-l.
ఆరుగురు తతisthasaradhit the states
An ELEGY in Memory of the Gallant Vic. Dun-

dee, who was killd by a random Shot, after be
had won the Battel at Gillecrankey. Writ bý
Mr. Brown, at the Request of Dr. Griffith
and Mr. Burges.
Fors & virtus mifcentur in unum.

Virg. Æneid. 12. G

Oddess, to urge me on, forbear,

Or make my mournful Songthy Care;
Opprefs'd with Doubts, and mighty Woe,
I'd fing the Man, that all Mankind Thou'd know,
How brave he fought, how conquer'd, and how fell,
And in what Cause affift me whilft I tell.

Quickly the News was hither brought;
Too true, alas ! chat he was dead,
And all onr Expectations Aed ;

But yet we would not entertain the Thought.
Between the Extreams of Hape and Feat ,
Confus'd we stood, the Truth to heary
Until 'cwas made at taft too plain,
Beyond all Doubt the great unconquer'd Man' was flain.

Forgive

S

Forgive me, Heav'n, that impkous Tlioiglitz
At first I question'd your Supream Decree,
Love to my King the Madness wroughit,
And Grief for the World's Loss, the brave DUNDEE.
Oh! frail Estate of Things below,
Well to our Cost your Emptiness we know.
Scarce from the Fury he had pasid
of a mistaken factious Race,
But other Dangers follow him as falling is
And trace him as hie goes from Place to Place:
His Friends defert, his Foes pursue,
Yer still undaunted he goes on ;
New Dangers but his Mind and Strength renew,
So Brave, fo Just, and Good, was this unalter's Man,

Tho much oler-match'd in Mon and Arms, 1
His Gaufe and Courage only beft,
And his Exa mple far above the rest:: INYO
Firmly resolv'd, he meets the num rous Foe;
But first, with chearfil Anger in his face,
Soldiers and Friends, he spoke, I'm sure you know,
For what Incent, and for whose Sake we go
And then he bow'd, and briefly told the Cafe,

His Speech to his Soldiers.
A ting entaild, by long Descent,
Equal almost to Time in its Extent,
Robb’d of his Throne, for sure it must be fo;
Nor God nor Nature can,
Only presumptuous Man,
Be guilty of so black an Overthrow.
What's worse, to palliate the Pretence,
Harmless Religion too is brought,
Falsly and indirectly us'd,
And all her facred Mysteries abus'd,
Peyond what the dark Sybils ever taught.
And can we bear, my Friends, this great Offence?

we idle by
And fee our Mother robb’d, at last condemn’d to die,
And not endeavour for fome Recompence ?