Caledonia: &c. A poem in honour of Scotland, and the Scots nation. In three parts.

CALEDONIA, A POEM, &c.

IN Northern Hights, where Nature seldom smiles, Embrac'd with Scas, and buttress'ta 1.1 round with Isles, Where lofty Shoresb 1.2 regard th' adjacent Pole, Where Winds incessant blow, and Waves incessant roll; Where Tyrantc 1.3 Cold in Glacy Ocean reigns, And all the Habitable World disdains, Defies the distant Influence of the Sun, Andd 1.4 shines in Ice.

Firste 1.5 youngest Sister to the Frozen Zone, Batter'd by Parent Natures constant Frown▪ Adapt to Hardships, and cut out for Toil; The best worst Climate, and the worst best Soil. A rough, unhewn, uncultivated Spot, Of old so fam'd, and so of late forgot.

NEGLECTED SCOTLAND shews her awful Brow, Not always quite so near to Heaven as now. Circled with dreadful Clifts and Barb'rous Shores, Where the strong Surff with high impetuous Roars, Invades the Rocks, and these their Rage disdain, And with redoubling Noise they'r hurry'd home again; The hollow Caverns Mutual Roars return, And Baffled Neptunea 1.6 raging makes the Ocean burn.

The furious Elements in vain contend, Unmov'd the mighty natural Breast-works stand. Their awful Hights in threatning Grandeur shine, Emblems of mightier Hearts of Stone within. Th' Instructing Rocks, Invincible and Strong, Describe the Race that to these Rocks belong, And bid the quick retreating Waves declare, And warn the World against a Northern War▪ Tell them the Hopes of Conquest must be vain; When Hands of Steel shall Rocks of Flint maintain.

b 1.7 These are th' eternal Bounds of Providence, The Oceans Bridle, and the Lands Defence. The Warts and Wrinkles plac'd on Natures Brow That her Maternal Care and Conduct show. The meanest parts of Nature have their Use, And some to Terror, some to Strength conduce: Nor is their Ornament at all the less; For Beauty's best describ'd by Usefulness.

Behind this Rugged Fronta 1.8 securely lies Blest Caledonia, and with Ease defies Her Northern, or her Southern Enemies. Fixt by Decree, Her Nature's not to fear Huge Navies there, or Icy Mountains here. Here Towring Clifts, and there the Beachy Shoal Defy theb 1.9 Raging Monsters of the Pole. There equally theyc 1.10 Floating Worlds defy, Bid them stand off and live, advance and die: The Hardy Wretch that sees the Hint too late, Fails not to find his Folly in his Fate.

Behind this Rugged Front securely lies Old Caledonia, all the Worldsd 1.11 Surprize. Her Native Beauty and her Wealth conceal'd Waitse 1.12 the blest Hour when both shall be reveal'd. In Age and Fancy'd Poverty Secure, And yet She's ever Young, and never Poor.

Here labouring with the Injuries of Time▪ Inclement Air, Inhospitable Clime,

Foreign Invasions and Intestine Wars; Yet all her Native Beauty still appears.

Brittain'sa 1.13 Left hand, which when she shall unite, As Nature dictates, and the Fates Invite, And join her younger Sister on the Right: How shall they Mutual Wealth and Strength convey, And with Contempt the weaker World Survey! Till THAT BLEST HOUR, how does her Injur'd Name Sleep in the Rubbish of her Ancient Fame? Buried inb 1.14 Slander, by Reproach laid low: And all the distant World believes her so: Then let us first survey her Fancy'd Herse, She'll find some Resurrection in our Verse; Till rousing from a long declining Fate, WHOLE BRITTAIN shall her Glory reinstate.

How havec 1.15 we plac'd her out of Nature's Eye, Where Constant Colds Few Seeds of Life supply? Where Nature Chill'd some despicables dwell, Immur'd with Darkness and ally'd to Hell. No Moderate Blessings, no Endowment share, Nothing that's Pleasant see, nothing delightful hear:

But see the Horrida 1.16 Bear march round the Pole, And feel her Piercing Breath Congeal the Soul. Their Musick's Whirl-wind, and the shrill Echoing Roar Of Frozen Seas on the Deserted Shore.

Legends of Fables fill our partial Heads, Of Lands where Grass ne'r grows, or Mortal treads; Where keenest Winds and Storms Incessant blow On Mountains cover'd with Eternal Snow; Where Nature never blooms, and Sun ne'r shines, But Cold with Cold, and Frost with Frost Combines, b 1.17 Inhospitable Clime.—

What Countrey's this? And whither are we gone? Bright Caledonia, where will Fable run? Suffer th' impartial Pen to range thy Shore, And do theec 1.18 Justice, Nature asks no more:

Fitted for Commerce and cut out for Trade; The Seas the Land, the Land the Seas invade. The Promontory Clifts with Hights embosst, And large deep Bays adorn thy dang'rous Coast; Alternately the Pilot's true Relief, These warn at Distance, those receive him safe; The deep indented Harbours then invite, First court by day, and then secure at night: The wearied Sailors safe and true Recess, A full Amends for wild Tempestuous Seas.

Nature that well foreknows a Nations Fate, Thus fitted Caledonia to be great. Hera 1.19 various Aspects the Design explain, Andb 1.20 Circumstances shall resist in vain. Subject no more to ev'ry cross Event, She shall be Great and Rich, as Nature meant.

View next her Seas, from ancient Terrors nam'd, For Bug-bear Storms, by Bug-bear Sailors fam'd. c 1.21 Phenician Sailors, wise in Ignorance, That dream't ofd 1.22 THULE, yet afraid t'advance;

Thy lengthen'd Sun with uncooth Joy survey, And vainly dream'd it led to bright Eternal Day: Unbless'd with Art, yet from thy Ocean fly, Afraid to live, because afraid to die. To them thy Wealth and Stores were unreveal'd, And all beyond thee happily conceal'd. Had they thy Scally Shoals of Blessings known, They'd long since chose thy Shores, and quite sorgot their own. Thine had been India, and thy Golden Seas Had fill'd their Antique Songs.

But Fear, that Negative of Glory, gave This Gift appropriat to a Race more brave. The frighted South-taught Navigators fly, And mock'd with Fear, their own Success destroy. Unpractis'd in thy watry Wars, they shun Thy safer Coast, and at a Distance run.

Thy Seas, tho vast, and in Extent unknown, In Wealth and Strength to Theea 1.23 subservient grown. Calm Tides, smooth Surface, and a shining Brow, And gentle Gales for Wealth and Commerce blow. These reconcile the once so dreadful Waste, And Art and Industry supply the rest.

b 1.24 Hail Science, Natures second Eye, Begot on Reason by Philosophy, Mans Tellescope to all that's Deep and High;

What Infinites dost thou pursue! The Tangl'd Skeines of Nature how undo! Pierce all her darkest Clouds, her Knots untye, And leave her naked to the wandring Eye.

What Gust of Knowledge blew thee off to Sea? A desp'rate Curiosity. In Mountain-Waves, and raging Wind, Tell us, what couldst thou hope to find? 'Tis answer'd,—These are Natures Schools, To teach the Power of Art and Rules:

From hence what vast instructing things thou'st brought; Besides the Huge Remains not yet found out. But of all Knowledge, this was sure the best, As 'tis the Pole-star to the rest. How wing'd with Science, men might trace The foaming Oceans roughest Face; Plow the vast Furrows of th'amazing Deep, With Ease and Safety sail and sleep.

No more th' uncertain Northern Tides shall fright, Familiar Dangers lessen to the Sight; The Rocks and Sands, the threatning Shore, Pledges of certain Death before. Now Roads and Harbours found for help appear, And show the Follies of our ancient Fear; Under their Weather Banks we calmly ride Danger and Safety they divide. Now they appear the Aids of Providence, The Sailors Safety, and the Lands Defence.

Bold Science whither wilt thou stear, See how the Tempests arm'd with Death, appear;

Read but the threatning Language of the Skies, How gathering Clouds, with-Child of Thunders rise; See Mountains heap'd in strong Rebellion move, See Ossa top'd with Pelion, threatning Jove; See angry Nature rous'd to Civil War, 'Twas Prudence first taught Mankind how to fear; Bold Science, whither wilt thou Steer!

Vain Caution! See the daring Nymph sets Sail, What Fear calls Storm, she calls a welcome Gale; On raging Waves, and Mountain Billows tost, She sees with Joy her Port, with Joy she quits the Coast; The Wind's embrac'd with high expanded Wings The Sailors sleep and fly, the Pilot sings; Sometimes he mounts so high, he turns his Ear, And listens for the Musick of a Sphere; Charm'd with the Symphony, he'll Consort keep, And Beat true Time, tho' he reviews the Deep.

She's gone, new Worlds she seeks, new Worlds she finds, She rides on Tempests, and improves the Winds, Th' Elemental Terrors she'll despise, And Bully Neptune boldly she defies. See how Mankind by her Experience taught, Has all to Rule and Method brought; Thea 1.25 Practicable Seas to Art submit, And Wealth and Commerce freely circulate,

With steady hand th' experienc'd Pilot Steers, And laughs in Northern Waves at Southern Fears, Defies the two and thirty Hosts of Air, And sits compos'd i'th' midst of Elemental War, All unconcern'd at Natures Quarrels, he, To his own Use, applies their Enmity.

The Furious Wind, the Water's Rage, He wisely joins to his Just End, the Voyage: In this he makes their pointed Rage agree, And forms their Discord into Harmony.

So jarring Parties in a State, By the Wise Conduct of the Crown, Are manag'd to support the Magistrate, And fix that Power they struggle to pull down.

Knowledge gives Courage, Science makes Men brave; Folly drives headlong to the Grave: For Ignorance and Fear make Cowards run Into those Dangers they'r afraid to shun.

Discretion only makes Men safe and bold, While Fears the Remedies withhold; Fear holds the Gates of Reason fast, Shuts out its help, and so the Coxcomb's lost.

The Pilot now, Consummate in his Skill, Made safe by Nature, mounts the Watry Hill; Thro' Paths untrod, and Mazes of the Deep, He Cuts his Guided Course, the rough, the steep,

Are all made smooth to him, he knows his Way, He neither fears the Night, nor Courts the Day: Thro' all the Tempests Midnight Rage he slies, Visits the Bottoms now, anon the Skies.

When up to Heav'n he mounts, the Cheering Sun Makes glad, and 'tis the same when darting down; To all the Dark abyss he shoots and see's, The Hollow Deeps of Natures Nudities; Till his Blest Port with steady Hand he finds: And thus to Art he reconciles the Winds.

Thus vanishes the Horrid and the Wild, And Nature's now with pleasant Eyes beheld; When Boreas mad with northern Vapours raves, We smile, and with Contempt survey the Waves Art reconciles the Elements, and Trade Can now with ease the Globes Extremes invade. Eternal circulating Commerce flows, And ev'ry Nation, ev'ry Nation knows. Torrid and Frigid scale, and joyn the Poles, And far as Wind can blow, or Water rolls, Ships sail, and Men in search of Wealth will trace All the Meanders of the Universe.

The rough, the smooth, to men of Art submit; The Northern Winter Cold, or Southern Heat, With equal Safety, and with equal Ease, Calm Caspian Lakes, and Caledonian Seas. By Natures Aid, and Arts concurring Law, Dangers are only Helps to draw.

The Thirsts of Honour Generous Minds bewitch, And Danger tempts the Brave, as Gold the Rich.

'Twas Courage first that ventur'd out to Sea, Young in Experience, as Philosophy. Noah himself had certainly been drown'd, Had not his Courage, as his Faith, been sound.

Hail Caledonia, by vast Seas embrac't; Those Seas for Glory, Wealth and Terror plac't. Dreadful in Fame, to thee familiar grown, Suited to no mens Temper like thy own. The bounteous Oceana 1.26 fraught with native Gold, Sav'd it for thee; by its own Curse,b 1.27 the Cold. Had not the Storms and Tempests govern'd here, And fenc'd this long hid Treasure round with Fear, Past Ages had thy rifled Store decreast, And Foreign Nations all thy Wealth possest. Wealth that well suits a hardy Race like thine, That dares through Storms and Death pursue the Mine. Wealth hid from Cowards, and the fainting Hand, Scar'd with the Sea's content to starve by Land.

But when thy daring Sons the Wave explore, The Ocean yields hera 1.28 unexhausted Store: Thy open Harbours all her Gifts divide, And Seas of Wealth roll in with ev'ry Tide: The Golden Shoals thy very Nets pursue, Laugh at the lesser Treasures of Peru; Prompt thee to change the meanness of thy State, Bids thee, when e're thou wilt, be rich and great.

Tell us ye Sons of Myst'ry, from what Hand, Whatb 1.29 secret High Command Gives out the Word that's heard to Natures Deep, Where all the Scaly Tribes their Councils keep? Who tells them when the very Month arrives? And who the secret Order gives? When from the Womb of Wonders far by-North, The mighty Slymy Hosts come forth; The num'rous Legions spread the Sea, The wondring frighted Waves give way; Forward the Mighty moving Hosts push on, All guided by a Hand unknown.

Th' Involuntary well directed Fry, The unknown something readily obey.

No Pilot can with more Exactness steer, Not Sun or Moon divides the Year. Not the revolving Stars their Course obey▪ Not Darkness can succeed the Day, With a more punctual steady Pace, In Manner, Measure, Time and Place; True to the very Distance of the Shore, They'r never, where they never were before Where there's but few, there ever was but few, To ev'ry Circumstance so true. Such Courses steer, such Orders keep, Thro' all the wandring Mazes of the Deep; As if the Ancient Paths they could discry, Or read their Father's History:

Then Caledonians lend an humble Ear, And your owna 1.30 ill accepted Blessings hear, From the profound unmeasur'd Deeps Where Nature all her Wonders keeps. Herb 1.31 Handmaid Instinct, this Blest Message gave To all the Watry Crew beneath the Watry Cave.

Go Numberless and spread the Finny Sail, And find Britannia Nature's Darling Isle; There spread your Scaly Squadrons, and submit, Your Makers Law Commands, To Every Net. Be You Their Wealth and plenteously supply What Coldest Soil and Steril Climes deny. Be You Their Envy'd Blessing, and attend The willing Prey, to the undustrious Hand, In proper Squadrons all your Troops divide, And visit Every Creek, with Every Tide. Present your selves to every Hungry Door, Employ The Diligent, and feed The Poor. If they reject the Bounties of the Sea Bid'em Complainb 1.32 no more of Poverty. Upbraid their sloth, and then return to me, c 1.33 Visit no other Port.a 1.34

The punctual well instructed Fish obey, And Scaly Squadrons spread the Northern Sea, Directly point their Course, and find the Shore, As if they'd all been here before. Their equal Distance keep, divide and join, As if they're taught by Book, or steer'd by Line:

Their strong Detachments send to every Creek, In just Proportion their own Mischiefs seek. Seek out the Harbours, seek the Indented Shore, Timploy the Diligent, and feed the Poor. No other Port they visit.

Ah! Caledonia, mark the High Command, And mark the Caution of the Heavenly Hand; If thou reject the Bounties of the Sea, No more Complain of Poverty. Hadst thou in early time with Wisdom grac't Heav'ns Bounty, as in Duty bound, embrac't, Above the Nations thou hadst rais'd thy Head, At Home their Envy, and abroad their Dread, Thy Wealthy Clime would all the World invite, They'd Court Thee to Unite. No more of Barren Hills and Seas complain, Reproach the Land with Blasts, with Storms the Main.

Not all the Spicy Banks ofa 1.35 Ganges Stream, Not Fruitful Nile so oft the Poets Dream,

Nota 1.36 Isles of Pearl, not richb 1.37 Pacifick Seas, Not the more Fruitfulc 1.38 Caribbees, Notd 1.39 Africks Wealth or Chilean Stores, The Silvere 1.40 Mountains, or the Golden Shores, Could such anf 1.41 Unexhausted Treasure boast, A Treasure how supinely lost! What Pains has Scotland taken to be Poor, That has the Indies at her Door; That lets her Coursest Fate of Choice remain, And sees her Maker Bountiful in Vain.

When Caledonians, when will you be wise, And search for certain Wealth in Native Seas? A Wealth by Heav'n design'd for none but You, A Wealth that does your very Hands pursue,

Upbraids You with Neglect of Your own Right, And courts Invading Neighbours in your Sight.

When Caledonians, when will You be wise? When from Your Clouded Circumstances rise? Banish Invaders, Heav'n's own Gifts enjoy, This would Your Native Poverty destory. This would restore Your Ancient dear bought Name, This, and Your Valour, would revive Your Fame; How would Your Navies quickly spread the Seas, And guard that Wealth they help You to possess? How would Your Commerce all Your Sons restore, And they'd seek Home that shun'd that Home before? With Wealth and People, Happy, Rich and Free, You'd first Improve the Land, and then the Sea; Be Strong, be Great, be Rich, be Europe's Fear, Their War, their Wealth, their Trade, their Honours share.

But let's Retreat, Who can the Scene survey, And View this Wealth the Neighbour Nations Prey; What Eye, that's Caledonia's Friend, can see Her Sons on Shore, and Strangers spread the Sea? Who can, with Patience, View her People Poor, And Mines of Wealth snatch'd up at ev'ry Door? The Bounty Heav'n for their Peculiar meant, Reap't by the Hands to whom 'twas never sent. The Ocean plunder'd, the Advantage sold, While these enjoy the Tempests, those the Gold.

Hail Blest Conjunction, Brittain's last best Hour, Shall Caledonia to her self restore; Assert her long neglected Property, Her Blessing, her Inheritance, the Sea.

In hopes of this, let's land and range the Shore, And view the Nation that the World calls Poor. Plenty's a doubtful Word mistook by most, A modern Term for Luxury and Waste. So Canaan flow'd. the Lands in Plenty drown'd; Yet Egypt did in vast Increase abound. The World's amus'd with different Forms of Words, When various Sence the various Thought affords. Nature's by vast Comparisons explain'd, And all her Contradictions so maintain'd. So Scotlands Barren, Fruitful, Poor and Rich: Speak Malice, Speak Insulters, tell us which. Describe the Globe, run all the Climates o'er, She's Poor compar'd to Rich, and Rich compar'd to Poor.

In Climates next, let's view her Northern Coast, A fruitful Stile, with Epithets embos't, The Horrid, Boistrous, Barren, and the Cold, What Fabl'd Monstrous Stories have been told! Yet range the Globe, and her Extremes survey, And sail froma 1.42 Magellan to Hudsons Bay; Ditto the Jest, and when the Truth's but told, She's Cold compar'd to Hot, and Hot compar'd to Cold.

Nor is there less of Injury appears About her Mountains, or her Mountaineers. View but the Savagea 1.43 Madagascar Moors, b 1.44 Campeche Indians, orc 1.45 Circassian Boors, And when the Characters we shall compare, A Northern Highland-man's a Christian there. Polite his Manners, and hisd 1.46 Modern Dress, Is Beauty all, when match't with Ugliness.

PART II.

THe Plan's Describ'd, the Seas and Shores Survey'd; Let's now the Treasures of the Land Invade, Traverse their Hills, and all their Vales Descry, And spread their just Description to the Eye. The Rugged Nation plac'd by Nature here, Shall in their fancied Poverty appear; The World shall blush, when they their Picture see, And Fame grow Proud to Print their History. The Soil no more unjust Reproach shall bear, For all they Talk of Barren's slander here, And 'tis, or may be Fruitful ev'ry where.

A hardy Race possess the stormy Strand, And share the Moderate Bountys of the Land, Fitted by Nature for the Boistrous Clime, And larger Blessings will grow due by time. The num'rous Off-spring patient and sedate, With Courage special to the Climate wait. When Nigard Nature shall their Nation hear, Shall smile, and pay them all the Vast Arrear.

A manly surliness, with Temper mix'd, Is on their meanest Countenances fix'd.

An awful Frown sits on their threatning Brow, And yet the Soul's all smooth, and Calm below; Thinking in Temper, rather grave than Gay, Fitted to govern, able to obey. Nor are their Spirits very soon enflam'd, And if provok'd, not very soon reclaim'd. Fierce when resolv'd, and fix'd as Bars of Brass, And Conquest through their Blood can only pass.

In spight of Coward Cold, the Race is Brave, In Action Daring, and in Council Grave; Their haughty Souls in Danger always grow, No Man durst lead 'em where they durst not go. Sedate in Thought, and steady in Resolve, Polite in Manners, and as Years Revolve; Always secure their largest share of Fame, And by their Courage keep alive their Name.

The lab'ring Poor dejected and supprest▪ See not th' approaching Prospect of their Rest. Knowledge of Liberty's their only want, And loss of Expectation's their Content. Too much subjected to immoderate Power, Their Petty Tyrants all their Pains devour.

Th'a 1.47 extorting Masters their just hopes Restrain, Andb 1.48 Diligence is no where more in vain. Thec 1.49 Little Chiefs, for what they call their due, Eat up the Farme and eat the Farmer too; Suck the Life-Blood, of Tennant and Estate, And needless Poverty to both create. Mistake their Int'rest, Nati'nal Ills procure, And make the Poor be very very poor.

Th unhappy Drudge, yet bears the mighty Load, With strange unnat'ral Temperance endow'd, So servile, so unus'd to Liberty; He seems the last, that wishes to be free, Prepostrous Wonder! Where will Nature run, That Men should Struggle to be twice Undone;

Afflictions make Men Stupid, Nature winks, And Sense o'relaid, he acts before he thinks; Subjected Nature fetter'd with Distress Dozes, and Bondage does the Soul possess, Endeavour Slackness, all the Prospects dy, And with the Hope, the Love of Liberty.

Yet under all the Hardships of their State, They've something seems to claim a softer Fate; Nor does it claim alone, The Grand Portent Foretells the Blessing, and decrees th'Event. 'Tis plainly printed on the Painful Brow, They shall not always be supprest as now; Th'approaching Light at Distance dawns, the Ray Darts a Dim Earnest of the Welcome Day. When sleeping Bondage doom'd to lasting Night, Shall help to make the Chearing Beam more bright. Th'enlighten'd Crowd shall their own Freedom see, For willful Blindness only, shuts out Liberty;

Bondage is Ignorance, and he that sees, Needs no directer Cure for that Disease. Knowledge and Liberty go Hand in Hand, Fools only will obey, when Knaves command; The Sordid Yoke no longer can be born, When once he sees he must the Grievance scorn;

He that in Blind Dependence now submits, Will rouse his Strength, when he shall rouse his Wits; Nature prevails, and Sense in Exercise The Chains on Reason nat'rally unties.

Thus when new Sight shall once but bless the Poor, 'Tis these will Scotland's Liberty Restore; The strong Conviction no Man can resist, And Blindness shall against her Will be blest;

And now, in all their Miseries, let's View What Blessings they industriously pursue; What just Equivalent they can supply, For loss of Wealth, and loss of Liberty:

Th' Instructed Poor Laborious and Supprest; Yet in their very Miseries are blest; Crush'd with injurious Homage they obey GOD and their Landlord, but with diff'rent Eye; And yet to both they pay without Regrett, To this the Homage, and to that the Debt. The Negatives of Nature they Endure, In Virtue Rich, tho in Possessions Poor, Knowing in Sacreds, in Religion Nice, And ignorant in nothing more than Vice: What Crimes they have, they borrow from Mankind, Hell's Manufactures here are contraband. Imported by the help of Foreign Trade, Clandestinely enjoy'd, clandestinely conveigh'd.

Unusual Judgment fills the meaner Heads, Devotion follows as Instruction leads. Grave in Behaviour, in Discourse sedate, And apter to believe than to debate; And if they can exceed in doing Well, 'Tis in a little little TOO MUCH ZEAL.

In Doctrine sound, in Discipline severe, The Church obtains her True Dominion here. And yet her foft Coercives yield no Pow'r, Either to persecure, or to devour. Fiercely tenacious of determin'd Truth, Dreadful to Error, Vigilant of both. The wild Opinions of a Neighb'ring State, Find here no Atom-Fancies to create: The strong fermented Venom hither brought, Like Irish Poisons, perish in the Thought; Here no Enthusiastick Notion grows, The only Barrenness the Nation knows.

A Mitred Jest indeed, the Land perplex'd, Of Pomp and Pride, and Policy so mix'd; The awkward medly left us in Debate, Whether it did proceed from Church or State, Begot by Power, and introduc'd by Plot, With Tyranny came in, with Tyranny went out; But ill agreeing with preciser Air, It soon grew yellow, pale and sickly here. The People Wise, and in Religion Nice, Could not be gull'd with such a Faint Device.

Some Blood the Monster drank, but when it try'd To take a Dose of Liberty, IT DY'd. But it their Civil State some Praise affords, Much greater are the Trophies of their Swords. Ages of Blood have brought them up to War And their strong Legions breath in every Air, a 1.50 They taught the very Swedes themselves to Fight, And spight of Dulness arm'd theb 1.51 Muscovite; The sordid Russ, to discipline they Train And fain would teach thec 1.52 Poles, but that's in vain. Th' untracted Brute in Ignorance too Wise, Learn't only how Experience to despise. Nothing keeps Nature closs in Jayl like Pride, Squadrons of Page-like Crimes before her ride, And Ignorance is always next her side.

Where shall we all their Ancient Glory trace, The forward nations court the very Race: Not Europe ventures to commence a War But Caledonian Blood demands her Share, And if 'tis bought or sold, 'tis always very dear a 1.53 Leipfick—a Name in Fames red letter'd Roll Matchless in War, where from the Frozen Pole b 1.54 Finland sent Monsters, Strangers to the Sun, Bred up to fight, by great Gustave led on; And yet by hardyc 1.55 naked Scots out-done.

Voracious Tilly just made drunk with Blood, Atd 1.56 Magdeburgh he rais'd the Crimson Flood, Tho gorg'd with Slaughter, yet a Thirst for more, Approach't, all Europe trembled at his Power. In Leipsick Plain the dreadful Scene begun, On brighter Deeds the Sun himself ne're shone.

Tilly's first Fury broke thea 1.57 Saxon Line, And cry'd Victoria, all the Troops fall in, With Blood and Terror glittering Eagles shine. The Scots reserv'd for Dangers hither flye, Dangers their Post by Nation, taught to dy, And wing'd with Rage theyb 1.58 ravisht Victory.

Not the unequal Squadrons, not the Day Half lest, not slaughter'd Saxons in the way, Not formidable Death, that Jest of War, In whatsoever shapes she durst appear, Could their intrepid stedy Motion stay, Nothing but slaughterd Foes and Victory; c 1.59 Surrounded, they with doubl'd Fury fight, And pleasd with Danger, shine in (d 1.60 naked white,

a 1.61Gustavus saw how Fury like they fought, And better witness never Soldiers sought; The mighty Hero smil'd, with Wonder pleas'd, And still they fought the more, the more he prais'd. They Crown'd his Head with Lawrell's first, and he To their just Valourb 1.62 own'd his Victory. From whence advancing with a just Applause, The ruin'd Protestants abandon'd Cause; Religion and the Countrey they restore, And grateful Germany commemorates the Hour.

In thirty Months continued fierce Campaign, From Leipsick Plains, the Neckar, and the Main, The Rhine, the Danube, and the Lech they cros't, No Battle where they fought was ever lost. Never was such an Army, such a Head, Such Men to follow, such a King to Lead:

such Countreys Travers'd, or such Battles won, Such Conquests made, ora 1.63 Conquests made so soon.

Where shall we all their ancient Glories trace? Let's hasten down to Ramellies a pace; But stop at Phillipsburg, and ask Turenne, And read their ancient Trophies on the Rhine, How they did there the Gallick Name advance, And by their Blood gave Plumes tob 1.64 growing France France, that on Foreign Valour raisd their Throne, By other Nations Swords, and not their own, Strip't of that Help how easily they fall, And faint like Jericho without her Wall. Recall'd from hence theyc 1.65 Williams Sword obey, And beat the French at Mons ford 1.66 want of Pay;

Soon as the Caledonian Bands appear, Nota 1.67 Luxemberg himself disdaind to fear; 'Twas on their Valour he had rais'd his Fame, He knew they'd Conquer where soe're they came. He'd seen 'em fight when greatb 1.68 Turenne lay dead, He'd seen them follow where hec 1.69 durst not lead; He'd seen them fight when all the Army fled. When wised 1.70 de Lorge to shun his own Defeat, Under their Valour shelter'd his Retreat.

The experienc'd Hero, grave in War and State, In this as sober, as in that sedate. Advisd his Master, caution'd by his Fear, To gain the Scots, or else decline the War.

Then view 'em under fifteen Years Recess, Ranging thro' Europe to avoid the Peace.

Battel and Death they make their chief Delight, And in all Nations teach the World to fight.

Buda the dreadfull'st Siege the World ere saw, What Hero's did the Fame of Danger Draw? a 1.71 Lesly th' Old Croatian Ban appears, And daring Scots led up the Volunteers.

What Actions pass't, let only such relate, Who know how Men resolv'd to Conquer meet; Never was Town with such strange Fury fill'd, Such Deeds Victoria seldom has beheld; Such Storms, such Fury, Flesh and Blood nere bore, Nor Town was ever so maintain'd hefore; The desp'rate Garrison disdain to Fear, With their own slaughter'd Bones the Breach repair; Contemning Mercy, they like Furies fight, And just as fast as Life declin'd, submit.

What Streams of Blood must in such Fights be lost? What Fatal Price must such a Conquest cost? Life so bestow'd, is always sold too dear, But VALIANT SCOTS, what Business had you here?

With Noble Blood adorn'd, and blooming Years, You were not made to storm like Musqueteers; Scotland run too much venture in your Blood, To have your Rate so little understood; You had no desperate Fortunes there to raise Your Names enough, you could not fight for Praise: Then why so lavish, why so rashly brave? To play away the Lives you ought to save; Scotland has Sons indeed, but none to spare, To furnish out the Shows and Sports of War; You are her tenderest part which touch the whole, And what lets out your Blood, lets out her Soul.

Pardon thea 1.72 Satyrs interrupting here, She owns, she hates this volunteering War, When neither King nor Country to retrive, The injur'd help, or the Oppress'd relieve, Neither to gain Dominion, or to save; Men die for nothing but the Fame of Brave. Sob 1.73 Foster hang'd himself with deep Design, Only to see himself be buried fine.

Hard Fate of Men, that only for a Name,' Will in their own Destruction seek their Fame.

That covet Dangers, and ride Post to die, To live in Air, and WALK in Memory; Vain Fame with high Fermented Vapour hot, To be remember'd, strives to be forgot. Wrap'd in his Jest, the bubbl'd Heroe dies, Immortalizd in Mortal Memories, Fill's up a Ballad, made too great in Rhime, Is fabl'd into Tale, and dies again by Time.

And this for nothing, but to have it known, He dy'd an ASS of very great Renown, A forward Coxcomb, who in haste to dy, Fought for he car'd not who, nor car'd not why.

One just Excuse indeed some few may give, That die, because they can't tell how to live: These shall in Pity 'scape our Censure here, So Cowards dare not live, and hang themselves for Fear.

He's truly brave that Fights in Just Defence Of Virtue press'd, of injur'd Innocence, Himself, the Laws, his Neighbour, or his Prince; Dares all the lawful Call's of Fate obey, No Danger will decline, no Trust betray; While he that heal's his Tortures in the War, Own's he's a Coward, and only fights for Fear: As for the Sport of Fighting, that's a Jest, They talk of most, that understand it least.

Buda reduc'd, and Gallantry laid by, Europe the Sweets of short liv'd Peace enjoy:

Not the Recess of Arms can cool their Fire, Quench't in the Act, they burn in the Desire; Not Capuan Plenty, not luxuriant Ease, The Man of Action's first and worst Disease, Can Taint their Temper, quench their Thirst of Fame, Or Rust the pollish'd splendor of their Name. Their Arms may tarnish, but the Soul's kept bright, For, spight of Practice, they by Nature fight; Born Soldiers, fitted from the Birth for Fame, Bodies all Iron, and their Souls all Flame.

The War revives, Bellona sounds to Arms, The Scots by Nature ravish't with her Charms, From their remotest Mountains hear the sound, And Troops of Hero's spread Hibernian Ground; With Native Fire and sense of Glory fill'd, And wing'd with Joy, they rush into the Field.

In ev'ry Action that deserv'd a Name, They shar'd the Hazard, others shar'd the Fame; William with Pleasure often led 'em on, They gave, they guarded, and they lov'd his Crown; Smiling he view'd the Wonders of their Hands. Happy the Gen'ral Troops like these Commands, The gladded Monarch said,

when at Namure, Ramsay fell on and mock'd the Gallick Power, And emulating Nations wondring first gave o're.

At Derry, Limrick, Agrim, or the Boyn, Athlone, Namure, at Steenkirk, or ••anden; At all, their Hero's fought, at all they dy'd, And latent Virtue want of Victory supply'd.

William, that Men of Courage lov'd t'obey, How mourn'd he Douglass, Angus, and Mackay? Too great a Loss for one unhappy Day. A Loss that yielded France the Victory; A Loss that none but Scotland could supply; None had such to survive, or such to Dy.

Should we to recent Memory apply, And trace the Scots in Modern History: The present rising Glory of their Name, Comes up to all that's ancient in their Fame. At Schellemberg how could they choose but fight, New Vigour swell'd their Nation at the sight; The very Spot wherea 1.74 Hepburn Storm'd before, And Conquering Scots, Imperial Standards tore. Where Ramsey, Murray, Rhea, and Hamilton, Like Lyons fought, the Swedes amaz'd lookt on, And saw th' impregnable Intrenchments won.

And now the Scots in Valour still the same, Worthy the Race, and equal in their Flame, With the same Fury, gain the same Applause, The same the Courage, and the same the Cause: The same the Circumstance, the same Success, That greata 1.75 Gustavus saw, great Marlbro' this.

Let future Poets Blenheims Trophies sing, And Ramellies to Chime, with Leipsick bring; There Orkney, Campbell, Hamilton, and Hay, Shall match the Hero's, and shall match the Day. To Times last Period hand their Nations Fame, And ev'ry Ages Glory shall the next Enflame.

PART III.

THeir Forreign Deeds are trac'd, and now we come, To search the Fund of Fame that's left at Home; A Thousanda 1.76 Kings the mighty Land possess, In Merit greater, tho' in Title less. Kings in Command and in superiour Race, And Virtue Ripens such for Crowns a pace. Nobility of Blood, their Actions suit, And Action here indents the Attribute; Here Families in Lines of Virtue run, The Father's Merit doubling in the Son. The growing Honour forms a just Encrease, First Crowns in War, and then Rewards in Peace.

Illustrious Blood with more illustrious Hand, In proper Channels has been here retain'd:

Th' Antiquity which other Nations boast, Would here turn Modern, and in age be lost. Scotland in Senior Glory will contend, When lame Chronology with Age grows blind. Here mighty Ancestors preserve their Stile, From long Prescription, ancient as the Isle.

Not rais'd on Party Favour, Bribes and Fear, Blood, Tyranny, Oppression, Theft and War; Not raisd by strength OF FACE, or strength of Purse, A Stock of Money, or a Stock that's worse; But from the Youth of Time, their Names remain, When Vertue only could that Fame obtain. Back, further back than Story can relate, When Infant Nations fix'd their Forms of State.

When Tricks of State and Court Intreague unknown, No mighty Knave could Brother Villain Crown. From Blood to Blood their Violence pursue, First steal their Honours, then proclaim 'em due. By Fraud and strong Oppressions Crowns obtain, While those support the Frauds, and these the Reign; Alternate Violences Fame supply, The modern Fund of mean Nobility.

If there be any thing in Birth and Blood, Or were Antiquity but understood; If the old Trophies of our Fathers Fame, When thoughts of Virtue burn, would fan the Flame;

Make us their Steps of Dignity pursue, And Ancient Honours would excite to new. If any true Nobility remains, And Virtue could by Blood possess the Veins. Then let's no farther search the World in vain, To Ancient Rome, and lost Records of Spain; Nations in Barb'rous Hydra-mixtures rais'd, And only by their own too partial Flatt'ries prais'd. Fabii, Cornellii, and the Bruti yield To Caledonian Tribes the Ancient Field. Cummin, Duff, Donald, Strathern, Hay, and Keith, And Names would run Fame's Trumpet out of Breath. Their old Armorial Honours still retain, While Rome in modern Lines contends in vain.

Nor has the Country lent her partial Fame, And from her later Towns bestow'd the Name, Not Towns the Names, but Names the Towns Command And Families take Titles from the Land: So Douglass, Mar and Southerland survive, And not from Towns, but Provinces derive. Kingdoms of old, who tho the Claim's laid down, Yet in th' Antiquity they keep the Crown. The Blood of Princes in their Race we see, And modern Merit joins to old Nobility.

Blest are the Families that great in Blood, Have thus their truest Honour understood,

That on the Base of Vertue Built their Fame, And join to thata 1.77 lesser Praise their Name, The only Just and truly great Design; For Vertue helps Nobility to shine.

Then who shall search the long forgotten Roll, Examine all the Parts, or Sum the whole, Who shall the Impotence of Art supply, Beyond the reach of Books or Heraldry? b 1.78 There Gordon, Lindsay, Crawford, Mar and Wem••s, With Seaton, Ramsey, Cuninghame and Gra'ams, Forbes, Ross, Murray, Bruce, Dunbar and Hume, And Names for whom no Poet can make Room; Remote in Birth, in Names and Honours known, The Caledonian Glory through the World have show'n.

Where shall the Galick Trophies now appear? The Ancient Belgae would look modern here.

Not Mommerancy, not the great Nassau, Could Ancestors like these, directly draw.

Douglass with Native Dignitys adorn'd, Ancient beyond Record, Records they scorn'd. The World's the generala 1.79 Record of their House, When Histories are silent and abstruse. The Fund of Families is in their Blood, And theb 1.80 Fam'd Scoti on their Shoulders stood, A Race of Princes from their fruitful Stem, Has been a living History to them. Their Fame that's past, foretold their Fame to come, They'r Dukes abroad before they'r Dukes at home.

The Nation's willing Honours did afford, And these cut out their. Glory by the Sword; For 'twas the early Fortunes of their Blood, To have their Worth both Crown'd and understood; Princes by their strong Swords possest their Crowns, And grateful France their Ancient Glory owns.

When Men are of true Merit first possest, Justice prevails, the World supply's the rest. For Characters will always suit Mens Deeds, Honours will follow, when our Vertue leads.

The Mighty Branch that now supports the Race, Ripens the blooming Stock for Fame apace, With high instructing well directed Hand, Shews him both how t'obey, and how Command, By Just Example guides him to pursue, And double all their Ancient Deed's with New.

Himself with steady hand the State directs, Suppresses Factions, Liberty protects, Scatters the threatning Clouds, prevents the Storms; And gently al! mistaken Zeal reforms; Backward to punish bears th' insulting Street, Yet makes his Patience and his Justice meet: And when their Pride his Government defies, PITYS: For 'tis below him to despise.

Great ANN'S Illustrious Scepter 'tis he sways, And while he rules, Envy her self obeys; Malice may swell, and wild Dislike appear, But all their Spleen ferments into dispair: Grovling they ly in Grief and Discontent, Crusht by the Chariot Wheels of Government. So Devils chaind, their Hate of Heaven express, But as their Rage grows great, their Power grows less.

Campbells the modern Glory of this Isle, Their doubling Fame's encreas't in great Argile; Born to be great, to Noblest Blood ally'd, He keeps the Honour, and abates the Pride, For Action fitted, to the Wars inclin'd, True Caledonian Courage swells his Mind; Fitted his Country's Character to raise, And by great Actions hand along her Praise. Of ancient Stock, and long forgotten Race, Nature has stamp'd their Glories in his Face. The strong Impress of ev'ry manly Line In Characters of Native Honour shine, An Index of the brighter Soul within. A Race to Caledonia always dear, And on whose Blood her Liberties appear. A Race to Honour, and their Countrey true, They furnish'd Funds of Old, he heaps up stores of New.

Nor shall weak prejudice debauch our Pen, To flatter prosp'rous Fate, and guild the Crimes of Men But undistinguish'd Virtue we'll rehearse, For partial Praises are below our Verse.

Curst be that Party-spleen that shuts Men's Eyes, From the just Merits of their Enemies; That prepossess'd by Feud, denies Applause, And dares not praise the Man without the Cause. Where Honour claims it, Honour will be just, And where Mens Actions praise 'em, all Men must.

Gordon, by Family and Fortune's great, Tho' lost in Solitude and long Retreat, Shall rise in Honour, as He's great in Mind, Brave as the Roman, as the Christian kind, A Gen'rous Enemy, a Faithful Friend.

Faction's below him, if he does dislike, He always dares to show his Face, and strike; Treason's a Stab ith' dark, that Man that's brave, May show the En'my, cannot show the Knave.

The Hamiltons of old ally'd to Fame, Illustrious in Blood, and more in Name; In ancient Wars e're other Lines begun, These had a length of tow'ring Fortunes run.

Titles froma 1.81 France; from Sweden Wounds and Scars, And batter'd Bones they bring from Belgick Wars; Yet fraught with Honour, and rewards of Fame, Honour revives, and Years increase the Flame. Eight Noble Branches hand their Glory down, Channels of Blood from Caledonia's Crown, Each have large shares of Merit of their own. Each in their proper Lines their Houses raise, By Pers'nal and Hereditary Praise;

What Debt of Praise are to the Lesly's due? Who shall their Family or Fame pursue? The Bloody Steps no single Line can trace, Nor Envy fetch'd from Hell, their History deface. Born Gen'rals, all by Nature fram'd for War, In ev'ry Battel's Front their Names appear; The Swede, the Russ, and the Hungarians yield, To them the willing Tribute of the Field; From Esseck Bridge to mighty Astracan, Their Terrors with the Barb'rous Crowds remain. Grasted to this Old Stock, and to their Fame, Leven adds Modern Glory to the Ancient Name; Scotland depends on his experienc'd Hand, Safe, Not in Armies, but in his Command.

HE, young in Years, yet very old in Arms, Guards her from Foreign or Domestick Harms, His faithful Aids new vig'rous Life afford, And boldly draws Hereditary Sword.

Stuart ancient as the Hills from which they sprung The Mountains still do to the Name belong; From hence they branch to ev'ry high Degree: And Foreign Courts embrace the Progeny.

The rising Stem with thirst of Glory fir'd, Not he to th'Crown, the Crown to him aspir'd; His high attracting Fame the Nation drew, They gave old Crowns, and Fate supply'd the new.

Thy Scepter Caledonia in their Hand, First rais'd the real Glory of the Land; And seven successive Branches held the Crown, Till Britain vail'd, and made the Stuarts her own.

What Blood, what Wars, what strong convulsive Throws, Britania fill'd with inbred Vapour knows? How oft the interveening Hand of Blood, Has their successive Happiness withstood? Spread the dark Vail, let's hide the dismal Scene, Let others paint the Horrid-draught, our Pen Shall show the bright, and wish the rest unseen.

ANN, the remaining Glory of the Race, With unexampl'd Lustre fills the place, Without their failings all their Virtue shares, And Britains bright Imperial Joy prepares. Blest be the Hour, blest that auspicious Reign When ANN, the Stuarts last Glory, shall obtain That Calm both Nations long have wish'd in Vain. When Years of Rapine and Revenge shall cease, And Feuds of Blood be lost in Floods of Peace; Reserv'd for her, reserv'd to Crown the Line, Sever'd too long, the listning Nations Joyn. Nature directs, concurring Cause invites, The Nations say Amen, and all of course Unites. Then Party Hate and Border Spleen lay'd down, Our Hearts shall first unite, and then the Crown; Britain be one, one End and Interest view, And hand in hand one Happiness pursue.

A Gallaxy of Worthies now appear, And spread the Caledonian Hemisphere; ROXBURGH enjoys the Curse of all mans Praise, And TWEEDDALE adds trueLustre to the ancient HAYS, Grave and sedate, he fill'd his Sovereign's Throne, Maintain'd its Honour, and increas'd his own.

Montrose revives the Ancient Race of Gra'me, From Time and Injury retrieves the Name,

Lays all his Family Oppressions by, And in his Countrey's Good, lets just Resentment dy; In Scotlands Secret Council he presides, With early Prudence every Action guides, Sober, not dull, Pious, and not precise, Grave, without Age, without Experience wise; More thinking, more sedate than he appears, And older in Understanding than in Years.

Glasgow adorns the Ancient Name of BOYL, The Name's a constant Honour to the Isle, A Name Britania always boasts to hear, For Learning, Wisdom, Wealth and Character Increas'd in England, and increasing here.

The God of Musick joins when COLVIL plays, And all the Muses dance to HADDINGTONS Essays; The Charms are mutual, piercing and compleat, This in his Art excells, and that in Wit.

Seafield, and Marr, and Loudoun guide the State, By Birth and Place, still more by Merit great. No Malice can their Characters conceal, But those direct the Sceptre, this the Seal. The well instructed Pilots of the Realm Who while just Queensberry steers, assist the Helm:

With waking Cares they all surround the Throne, Support the Well known burthens of the Crown; Th' important Drudgery with Pleasure do, Their Countrey's Safety, not their own, pursue. Thro' Storms of Tumult and Distraction steer, Not rais'd with Hope, and not supprest with Fear; With Calm, but steady hand the Factions guide At once, they yield to, and resist the Tide: Wisely they calm the Feuds Weak Heads create, And heal the wild Distempers of the State; To every tender part their Hands apply, And to the Mischiefs suit the Remedy; True Patriot Principles their Minds possess, Their Countrey them, and they their Countrey bless. But their just Zeal to ANN's Immortal Throne, Makes every Noble Character their own.

Nothing a Princes Wisdom more displays, Than choice of Counsellors, The double Praise. Is always first the Monarchs, then their own, First it illustrates, then supports the Throne.

But we'll no more pursue the mighty Train, Whom to describe our Verse attempts in vain; The Muses vail before the Illustrious Throng, Too bright for Verse, too num'rous for our Song;

Our Ancestors had merited in vain, If our new steps did not their old maintain: But as our Modern Virtue stands as high, The present Worthies do the past supply; A certain Pledge, our Name shall never dy.

And now with Just regard let's view the Fair, Beauty can make no Breach of Union here; Th' Equalities agree on either hand, The Ladies no equivalent demand; Nor will their Virtue be exhausted here, But still the Sex their just Proportions bear: Blest Mixture, equally Devout and Gay, For Virtue only can both smile and pray.

No Scale of calculated Right will ly Betwixt the Quantity and Quality; England indeed the larger Roll may claim, And English Beauty will preserve her Name; But these the Merit equally divide, Have all their Beauty, only want their Pride.

And now to Wonders turn your listning Ear, Visit the Commonwealth of Learning here; See how Apollo's Nurs'ry thrives, and how Wit blooms in spight of Climat, Storms and Snow; The Muses all laborious and severe, Are Gard'ners bred, and work like Horses here;

There Seeds of Science carefully they sow, Here cultivate the Soil, to make 'em grow, Plant, Prune, Inocculate, the Seasons tend, And ev'ry fruitful Scyon to its Stock they bend.

See here how ev'ry Plant in order thrives, And spight of Clime the tend'rest Blossom lives. Here Epicks thick, as Groves of Laurel grow, And strong Heroicks, plac'd in Walks below, Lyricks and Pastorals in even Layes, And Panygericks circled round with Bays,

There Knowledge grows, for Quantity and Kind, The best, and best prepar'd t' instruct the Mind, Temper'd with Modesty, 'tis set bya 1.82 Zeal Fitted her rash Infections to repell.

Next this in constant Bloom's a Range of Wit, And ev'ry day 'tis weeded of Conceit, Kept thin, intrench'd, and never runs to seed, But ripens gently in its flowry Bed; For Wit's a Plant so apt to grow in haste, It shakes the Root, and then decays as fast.

Strong Sciences in pleasing Order stand, With Borders of Philosophy on either hand. These well reward the Lab'rers constant Toil, Are nourish'd by, and yet improve the Soil.

But above all the Wonders of the Spot, A simple, Men of Learning oft forgot, In a small Border very cold and dry, Here thrives that Tender Trifle, HONESTY; Neglected Weed! from what strange Climate brought, How seldom found, indeed, how seldom sought? How do the easy World appear content With spurious Kinds, How very often vent The False for True, and give their Sense the lye, And make their Int'rest pass for Honesty?

Another Plant, but ah! how faint it grows? Not that 'tis hurt by Climate, Frost, and Snows; But as if Nature suffer'd strong Decay, It withers every where, and dies away. FRIENDSHIP! The nicest Plant that ever grew, Talk'd of by many, understood by few. It's only Help is Honesty, and where That thrives, it gets some Strength; but's very rare, By Weeds of Self and Jealousie ore'run, 'Tis choak'd for want of Air, and shaded from the Sun.

But who shall now the thriving Plants describe, The Ever-greens, that quickning June imbile, And furnish new Recruits to Levi's Tribe? Sons of the Prophets at Gamaliel's Feet, Who extract Learning, then refin't to wit, By the laborious Lymbeck of the Brain, Condense the Sp'rit, and let the Humid parts remain,

No loytring Sing-song Muses trifle here, Weaving THIN FANCY into Webs of Air; But here they Wed the Sciences for Wives, And beat like Hemp at Bridewell for their Lives: Th' Enquirers here to Ida's Top aspire, Parnassus coolest Springs, can only quench their Fire. To Learning's highest Pinacles attain, By strong assiduous Travel of the Brain, Ravish the Muses, in their Deeps delight, And learn with the same Fury as they fight; To curious search, to things, and Books so prest, The Ancients or the Moderns find no rest, Till Universal Knowledge fills the Mind, And all the Soul's from Dross, and Ignorance refin'd.

Hence they to ev'ry strong Attainment reach, And what they learn so well, as well they teach; In ev'ry Art, in ev'ry Science grow, Not proud of knowing, but are proud to know.

Push to a Vice the Lust of doing well, And in whate're they Practise they excell.

Humes and Da'rymples here adorn the Law, With steady Justice, Neither drive nor draw But with the Head inform'd, and Hand upright, Give every Cause its own impartial Weight,

In every Branch of Learning here they rise, Nothing too high they fear, too low despise, In every Science, every Just Extreme, Men of Perfection may be found with them.

The Laws in Mists and Darkness they make clear, And Physick thrives in spight of wholsome Air, Pharmacopaea, void of simples, Lives, And Surgery in barren Practice thrives, Philosophy meer simple Knowledge vents, Rather by Nature than Experiments. Musick in spight of Discord, charms the Ear, And Jarring Parties break no Consort here.

Thus blest with Art, enricht with Heads and Hands, Producing Seas, and more productive Lands; The Climate sound, the People prompt and strong; Why is her Happiness delay'd so long? Why with such Patience, and so long endure, Distempers Prudence could so quickly cure?

Why still on Natures Common Bounty live? And why so soon content with what She'll give? For where Contentment makes Endeavour less, 'Tis then a Vice, and not a Happiness. So thea 1.83 fam'd sluggard starv'd, and reason good, For want of feeding, not for want of Food;

Bear the Reproof, the fruitful Climate's known, Not Heaven or Nature blame, the Fault's your own; The Earth Adapt to bear, the Air, the Sea, All fruitful, all to Plenty show the way; No Barrenness, but in your Indust'ry.

'Tis Blasphemy to say the Climates curst, Nature will ne're be fruitful till she's forc't; 'Twas made her Duty from her first Decay, The sweating Brow alone, and labouring hand t' obey, And these she never does, nor dares deny.

And yet this Sloth is not their proper Crime, 'Tis due to Poverty, and that to Time. Hail SLOTH and POVERTY from Stygian Air, Ushers to Death, and Handmaids to Despair.

Strange Birth, themeer Perfection of a Curse, That find Men Mis'rable, and make them worse, Of ill connected self ingendring Birth, First circulate themselves, and then the Earth;

Infernal Harmony of Causes make, And in true Circles of Distress they walk, Vile Sloth and Poverty of Spurious Breed, Neither from Heaven or Earth, but of themselves proceed, Begot in Life, by long degenerate Time, 'Twixt Stagnate Vertue, and Impregnate Crime.

'Twin Monsters neither Seed nor Offspring kno', 〈◊…〉〈◊…〉 ••reate, by meer Succession flow. No proper source, but from themselves they find, And by supine Infusions reach the Mind. All Natures Rules by their own Power reject, And are themselves the Cause, themselves th' Effect; Th' alternate Misery ne're leaves the Door, But Poverty makes Sloth, and Sloth makes poor, Unnatural Mixtures form the gendring Pair, Alternately they both beget and bare. No Proper Seeds of Life, or living show, They'r born in Death, and in Consumptions grow; Superior Witchcraft forms the dismal Race, And Devils unknown below', connect the Face. The unhappy Wretch, when Hag-rid and possest, The Crimes are in his Countenance confest.

A sanguine Pale and drooping brightness shine, This always Saturnine, and that supine, Joyn'd hand in hand, they living Death display, And Life in full perfection of Decay.

No Misery's so great, but they make worse, Each others Beeing, and each others Curse. They mingle Death with every punct of Time, And only in Destruction are sublime; Slow Poisons which no Antidote can cure, Lingring in Life and in Destruction sure; Potent in strength their strong Dominions grow, Not Men but Nations they can overthrow.

Wake Scotland from thy long Lethargic Dream, Seem what thou art, and be what thou shalt seem, Shake off the Poverty, the sloth will dy, Success alone can quicken Industry. No more the bondage of reproach endure, Or bear those Harms thou canst so quickly cure. 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Land Improvement 〈◊〉〈◊〉 to Trade apply, They'l plentifully 〈…〉〈…〉 Industry. ••he barren Muir•• shall weighty sheaves bestow, Th' uncultivated 〈◊…〉〈◊…〉 Pastures show, The Mountains Flocks and Herds in stead of Snow.

Natures a Virgin very Chast and coy, To Court her's nonsence, if ye will enjoy, She must be ravish't, When she's forc't she's free, A perfect Prostitute to Industry; Freely she opens to th' Industrious hand, And pays them all the Tribute of the Land.

The strong labourious Head she Can't Deny, She's only Backward where they won't apply. Here fruitful Hills, and there the Flowry Plain, Deep undiscov'rd Funds of wealth contain. The Silver Veins and vast Mettallick store, Forbid to call her wildest Mountains poor. The Mines of Lead, of Copper, and of Coal, Enrich the several parts, those parts the whole. Nothing remains to make her Wealth compleat, But that her right Hand and her left may meet.

FINIS.

Notes

• a 1.1

  All the Western and Northern parts of Scotland are fenc'd with small Islands, which not only break off the Force of the Atlantick Ocean, but make excellent Harbours for Shipping, and Conveniencies for Trade.
• b 1.2

  The Shores to the North of Scotland may be said to regard the ad|jacent Pole, either because it lies directly open to the Great Northern Ocean, which no Sailer could ever yet find the Extent of; or because it sees that Pole elevated to a great Height.
• c 1.3

  I call that continual Cold in the Frozen Seas here Tyrant Cold, because he reigns Uncontroll'd by the Accession of any Heat from the Sun.
• d 1.4

  Shines in Ice. The Ice and Snow always give a kind of Light, tho faint and melancholy.
• e 1.5

  Youngest Sister, because the North Capes and the Coast of Greenland 〈◊〉〈◊〉 to be of the same Family, but advanc'd farther North. First youngest, a Licence taken to exp••ess Scotland the first of the Habitable, or at least So|ciable Parts of the World so far North.
• a 1.6

  The Raging of the Sea will often resemble Fire, and seem to burn, especially as some say on a Southerly Wind.
• b 1.7

  The high Shores could be in no place more needful to place Bounds proportion'd to the furious and vast Northern Ocean that beat upon Scot|land▪ from whence there is nothing but Water to the very Frozen Zone of the North Pole. Those Rocks therefore are the Lands Defence, and the O|cems Bridle, and consequently Beauties in their Kind, made so by the Ne|cessity of them.
• a 1.8

  The Situation of Scotland is certainly her Defence against either the Fury of the Ocean from the North, or of Invaders from the South; the dangerous Coast being such, that no Fleets care to venture themselves long at Sea that way.
• b 1.9

  By the Monsters of the Pole may be understood the Whales, in former times terrible to Mariners, as frequently oversetting the small Barks they sailed in; Or since, by the greater Skill in Navigation, that fear is at an end, it may be taken for the Monstruous floating Islands of Ice, which by the Fury of the Winds, are driven about the Northern Seas.
• c 1.10

  Floating Worlds, Navys and Fleets of Ships of War to assault that Country, and transport Armys to make Descents and Depredations on the Coast.
• d 1.11

  The Worlds Surprize to find so fine a Countrey so Peopled, and so In|habited behind such terrible places, which to the Sea-ward promise no|thing but Desert, and abandon'd, uninhabited Places.
• e 1.12

  The Ʋnion, whereby Improvement shall reveal the hidden Fruit|fulness of Scotland.
• a 1.13

  Scotland is allowed the Left hand of Brittain as to Wealth, England as her younger Sister in matter of Antiquity, must however be allowed the Right hand in Wealth and Trade, at least till Union, if ever that shall happen, make them all one.
• b 1.14

  The scandalous Reproaches of Authors pretending to describe either her Climate, People, or Government have been intollerable, and have buried her Character with Noise and Slander; which being never yet de|fended in publick, or any Attempt made to clear up those things to the World, Foreign Nations are too much possest with the Belief of what, when the Truth comes to be examined, appears meer Fiction and Falsity.
• c 1.15

  Cleavland in his Poem upon Scotland, has said a Thousand extrava|gant things on these Heads.
• a 1.16

  By the Horrid Bear is to be understood the Constellation so call'd, which Scotland, being so far North, easily sees in its whole Circular Motion round the Pole.
• b 1.17

  This is as suggested by Foreign Authors, in open Injury of Scotland, and one of the principal Reasons of this Poem.
• c 1.18

  'Tis presum'd this Part will clear the Author from a Charge of Flat|tery, he designing to say nothing in this Poem, but what Justice and the Nature of things require.
• a 1.19

  Various Aspects, Respecting the Situation of the Coast, or the Plan of the Countrey, which easily discovers that Scotland is equally qualified for Trade with any Nation in the World, whether we consider her Open|ness to all Parts of the Trading World; or the Convenience of her Har|bours, safe Roads, and Neighbourhood both to the German and Atlantick Oceans.
• b 1.20

  Her unhappy Circumstances, with respect to the rest of Brittain, have, without doubt, been the great Obstructions of her Prosperity, particularly as to Trade.
• c 1.21

  The Ancients, in their sailing these Seas, were strangely surprized at two things, 1. The Length of the Days, which they, being general|ly Phenicians and South-Countrey Merchants, had not been used to: From whence some of them, more addicted to superstitious Observations than the rest, blindly imagined, that (since the farther they went North-ward, the Days were the longer, and in some parts hardly any Night) the E|lisium Shades must needs be thereabouts, and that if they should go further, they should come at length to Bright Eternal Day. 2. They were surpriz'd not with the Storms and Tempests only, but with the Tides and Currents, which were not only strange to 'em, but particularly terrible, in that they drove 'em in amongst the Rocks and Shores, where they often perish'd, not from any Real Danger, but for Want of Judgment From whence we have them often expressing themselves in this manner, —And BRITISH Seas, II here Storms incessant blow, And Tides uncertain ebbe and flow.
• d 1.22

  Thule, an Island in the north of Scotland, was frequently fabled among the Ancients to represent the Elisium, which could be for no other Reason than the Length of the Days.

  Bright THƲLE far advanc'd in raging Seas.

  Dierum spatia ultra nostri () his mensuram & nox clara, & extrema Britan|niae p••rte b ••vis, ut finem atque initium Lucis exiguo discrimine internoseas—Nec Solem occidere & exsurgere, sed transire adfirmant. Tacit. Vit. Agri|colae Cap. 12 Sect. 5.
• a 1.23

  The Seas indeed in these parts are subject to Storms, but nothing unusual, or uncommon with the rest of Brittain.
• b 1.24

  This is a Poetical Excursion upon the extraordinary Improvement and Perfection which the World has attain'd in the practical part of Na|vigation.
• a 1.25

  Practicable Seas, made so by the Improvements of Navigation, and particularly the Extraordinary Methods of Building, as well as of Managing great Ships, sitting them to bear the roughest Sea, and to sail to the re|motest parts of the World.
• a 1.26

  Fraught with Native Gold, i. e. the Treasure of the Fish, which is Gold efficiently, because an immense Treasure is drawn from it by all those Nations that apply themselves to that Trade.
• b 1.27

  That Cold which by the Ancients was thought intolerable and kept those Seas for so many Ages impracticable, doubtless prevented the Disco|very of the great Treasure of the Fishery, was, not that their taking of them could have lessened the Quantity; but without doubt Foreign Nations might have been prompted not to have fish'd here only, and in time have been too strong to be displac'd, but perhaps have taken Possession of the Land for the sake of the Vast Trade: And so a more powerful Nation have dispossest the Scots both of their Trade and their Country too.
• a 1.28

  Not our Experience only allows the Store to be unexhausted, in that the Quantity is every Year renewed; but Authors tell us that even in their daily Fishing in one and the same place, when great Quantities are taken up, yet those that remain, and may immediately be taken in the same place, seem not to be lessened.

  Minorum ad littora piscium tanta benignita|te Dei Opt. Max. praeventus est, & quo major frumenti Caritas est, eo etiam uberior; ut cum uno quovis die ingentem vim abstuleris, postridie illius Diei non minor codem in loco appareat. Hect. Boeth. Scot. Reg. Discriptio. p 8.
• b 1.29

  Secret high Command. The wonderful Original and Causes of the Prodi|gious Quantity of Herring which appear in their exact Seasons. Places and Quantities upon all the Coasts of Scotland is the Occasion of this Digres|sion.
• a 1.30

  Ill accepted. It must be owned, Scotland has not given that full welcome to this Gift of Heaven, the Fish that Nature and Providence seem|ed to expect from them, for whose Benefit without Doubt they were ap|pointed.
• b 1.31

  Instinct is here represented as delivering a Message in the Watry Audience, and making a Speech to the Fish, the Image, its hoped is not im|proper, nor is the Liberty taken at all unpoetical; so I make no excuse for it, but think, that what we call Instinct, may serve to represent Nature in all the Creatures obeying their Times and Seasons, exactly according to the great and just Law of Creation, and the Influence of Invisible Providence.
• b 1.32

  Indeed 'tis strange to think they should let such a Wealth pass by them, and at the same time complain of Poverty.
• c 1.33

  Visit no other Port, it is plain they are not found in any conside|rable quantity in any Seas but these, and 'tis supposed they return to the Northward again, where the Prodigious Breed must increase sufficiently to supply for the next Years Voyage.
• a 1.34

  Without question they supply very much any Defect of Provisions, which either by the Sterillity of the Countrey, or rather want of Improve|ment, that People may labour under.
• a 1.35

  Ganges and Nilus, one a River in India, the other in Egypt; The first famous for its rich Spices and Drugs, and the other for the Prolific Virtue of its Water, on the constant Regular Overflowings whereof, the Fruitfulness of the Land depends. Whence some tell us, The seven Years Famine in that Countrey in the Time of Joseph was occasion'd from the Nile's not over flowing its Banks during that Term.
• a 1.36

  Islands so call'd lying in the Gulph of Mexico, where the Pearl Fi|shing has been worth Immense Sums to the Spaeniard.
• b 1.37

  The Great Ocean on the West-side of America, Vulgarly, Tho I think Improperly, call'd, The South Seas.
• c 1.38

  The Caribbees Islands, which, as now Improv'd by the English, are suppos'd to yield the greatest Produce of any Spot of Ground in the World of equal Extent.
• d 1.39

  Guinea in Africk, and Chili in America, being the two principal places which supply the World with Gold.
• e 1.40

  Silver Mountains. The Mountains of Potosi in the Country of Peru, thought by some to be all Silver, but without Question, is the richest of that kind in the World. Golden Shores: Meaning the Rivers of Guinea, in the Sands of which is taken up the Gold Dust, as it is wash'd out of the Mountains by the Water.
• f 1.41

  Ʋnexhausted Treasure. The Fishery, and therefore very well propos'd to match the Treasures before spoken of, not only in its Value, but in this Peculiar, That 'tis never exhausted. Nor is it all the less for the Prodigious Quantities that are or might be Annually taken. Which some Authors have observ'd, That they were enough to subsist the whole Nation, if there were no other Provision.

  Tanta Piscium est Exundantia, cum ubique tum quo magis ad Septentrionem accedas, ut vel ii soli sufficere possint ad pastum Insulae totius: Boeth. de Descrip. Reg. Scot
• a 1.42

  The two extreme Parts of America, and almost both uninhabitably Cold, and to which Scotland being compared, may be stiled a hot Climate, as compar'd to Mexico and Peru, she merits the Name of Cold.
• a 1.43

  A most savage People, that go naked, live on raw Flesh, and are the most Brutal of any people in the World.
• b 1.44

  Campeche Indians are some of them the most Barbarous and Inhn|mane of any of the American Race, among whom have been found abso|lute Cannibals, that devour one another
• c 1.45

  The Circassian Boors are a sort of Tartars now under the Domini|on of the Czar of Muscovy, very Cruel and Barbarous, and far worse than the most was ever pretended of the wild Irish or any sort of People in these parts of the World.
• d 1.46

  I take the Highland Plaid, or the Dress of these Highland-men, to be the Remain of the Mantle of the Ancient Goths, and the same thing, applyed to the same Uses of the—of the Moors of Africk, since both People use it to cover them in the Night, and therefore make no Scruple to carry it by Day in the hotest Weather.
• a 1.47

  The Racking the Tennant, is not only a suppressing of the Poor, and discouraging of his Industry, but an Error in the Landlord himself as to his own Interest, preventing the Improvement of his Land, and dis|abling him from doing abundance of things, which would in the End be his own Advantage: And tho' abateing this might in some measure lessen the immediate Income; yet would certainly in Time, turn to the Advan|tage of the Family, as well as the Encouragement of the People.
• b 1.48

  'Ts impossible the Farmer in Scotland can ever grow Rich, while the Rent of his Farm amounts within a small matter to the Extent of the Product, and while if a scarce Year comes, he is intirely Ruined; whereas if a good Year comes, he either enjoys not the Benefit, or does not enjoy it long; it being in his Landlords Power, upon all Occasions, to raise his Demands.
• c 1.49

  Little Chiefs, The Author is here willing to suppose that generally speaking, no Landlords, but such as are of small Estates, would thus dis|regard their own Interest, or continue the Oppressions of the Poor, Their Necessities not permitting 'em to be more Generous.
• a 1.50

  At the Battle of Leipsick, the Scots were the first that were ever seen to fire with their Ranks clos'd foreward, and their Pieces over one another's Shoulders, or as we call it, kneel, stoop, and stand, which was such a Sur|prize to the Germans, pouring in such a Quantity of Lead upon them toge|ther, that they could not stand it, which the King of Sweden own'd, was the great Occasion of the Victory, and practiz'd it afterwards among all his Troops.
• b 1.51

  The Scots Officers have all along been the Instructors of the Muscovites, and if they are the worst Soldiers in Europe, it has not been for want of good Masters but by being dull Scholars, tho something may be ascrib'd to the Constitution of their Country, arming only the Boors, and not entertaining 'em as Soldiers, but demitting 'em after the Occasion, to their Imployments again, which Method the present Czar having alter'd, the Russians to Eu|rope's Cost, are not unlikely to show the World they have been very well taught.
• c 1.52

  The Pride and Haughtiness of the Pole has made him disdain to be Instructed, and consequently their Foot (especially) are good for nothing in the Field.
• a 1.53

  Particularly famous for the great Battle between the Imperialists and the Swedes, the 3d. of September, Anno—and afterwards for being the occasion of the great Battle at Lutzen, where the King of Sweden was slain, having made a long March to relieve this City then besieg'd by the Impertialists: But coming to late, he attack'd their Army, and over|threw 'em, but lost his Life.
• b 1.54

  The Fnland Horse in the Swedish Army grew a Terror to the Ger|mans by their Extraordinary Bravery and Discipline.
• c 1.55

  The Scots at the Battle of Leipsick were very ill clothed, and had complain'd of it to their Officers, who had often promis'd 'em a Supply, and being just entring into the Battle, Sir John Hepburn, who commanded 'em, pointing to the Imperial Army, Jestingly told them, Their Clothes were come,

  Tilly had brought 'em en purpose for 'em, and if they would have 'em, they must fight for 'em.
• d 1.56

  Tilly had just taken Magdeburgh by Storm, and in a terrible manner sacked and destroy'd the Town, put Seventeen thousand People to the Sword, Men, Women and Children, and aftewards burnt the whole City to Ashes, and made himself Terrible to all the Protestants in Europe.
• a 1.57

  The Duke of Saxony's Troops formed the Left of the Swedish Army the King of Sweden having the Right: upon the first Charge, the Right of the Imperialists broke the Saxons, and drove 'em quite out of the Field, killing between two and three Thousand upon the Spot; and had not the Scots interpos'd, they had been all cut to pieces.
• b 1.58

  The Scots being about twelve Battallions of Foot, joyn'd with some Dragoons, made the second Line of the Swedish Army; and finding how Matters went with the Saxons on their Flank, they immediately wheel'd to the Left, and joyning a Brigade of Foot of the Saxons, not yet broken, they fell in upon the pursuing Imperialists, and by their ex|traordinary Fury, turn'd the Fortune of the Day.
• c 1.59

  The Imperial Dragoons being recalled from the Pursuit of the Sax|ons, and being Superiour in Number, surrounded the Scots, falling in upon their Flank, which making them Desperate, they fought like Mad men, and made a terrible slaughter of the Enemy.
• d 1.60

  In the Fury o•• this Fight, the Scots threw off their Cloaths and fought in their Shirts; the Novelty of which struck a strange Terror into their Enemies, and convinced 'em, that despising all Danger, these were resolv'd to Conquer.
• a 1.61

  The King of Sweden hearing of the Distress the Scots were in, came in Person with a Body of Horse and Dragoons to their Relief, Charg'd the Imperial Dragoons who had engag'd their Flank, and soon clear'd 'em of that Incumbrance. But seing how bravely they fought, and that there was no Danger on that Side, he call'd out Laughing to Sir John Hepburn, Al I EGREMENT, which is as much as to say in English, Bravely done Boys; and went back to his own Forces, where he soon overthrew the Im|perialists, and compleated the Victory.
• b 1.62

  Both the King of Sweden and the Elector of Saxony, publickly Com|plemented Sir John Hepburn, and the rest of the Scots Collonels upon the Occasion; and own'd the Victory to be very much owing to their extra|ordinary Behaviour.
• a 1.63

  In two Years and three Quarters, they Over-run two third Parts of the Empire, and were posses'd of the whole Countrey from Wolfenbuttle in Westphalia, where Duke Hamilton with another Body of Scots acted, to Prague in Bohemia; and had the King of Sweden Out-lived the Battle of Lutzen, he had bid fair to have taken Winter Quarters at Vienna.
• b 1.64

  To growing France. The Scots Regiments under the Viscount de Turenn, and particularly Douglass's Regiment, consisting then of 4 or 5000 Men, were the Flower of his Infantry, and help'd to make France Terrible; as at that time She was to all her Neighbours.
• c 1.65

  Williams Sword. The Scots were Recall'd out of the French Service by King Charles the second, at the Instance of his Parliament, soon after the Marriage of the late King William then Prince of Orange, with the Princess Mary, a little before the Peace of Nimeguen, and Ordered to joyn the Prince of Orange's Army in Flanders.
• d 1.66

  Want of Pay, When the Scots were Recall'd from the King of France's Service, they were very ill treated, carried to the Remotest Parts of France, and there Dismis'd with but very little Money, ordered to Travel but two or three together, the Countrey order'd not to Trust them; and every where great Rewards offer'd 'em to List, on purpose to force 'em unto their Service; by which means very few of that great Body reach'd Home, but they that did, Vow'd to be reveng'd of the French if ever they came to hands with them, which they made good at the Battel of Mons.
• a 1.67

  Luxemberg himself, The Duke of Luxemberg Commanding the French Army at Mons, Placing some of his best Infantry at a Post where he ex|pected the Prince; told some of his Officers, that if the Prince of Orange ventur'd to Attack him there, he was sure it must be with the Scots Re|giments; intimating that they were the fittest Troops he had for so despe|rate a Work.
• b 1.68

  Turenn lay dead. When Turenn was kill'd, the Scots Brigade stood the shock of the first Line of the German Army, with so much Re|solution, that very much Recover'd the French out of the Surprize they were under for the Loss of their General.
• c 1.69

  Durst not lead! 'Twas Luxemberg's Post that Day, to have been with the advanc'd Troops, amongst which the Scots were posted; but he thought fit to get himself imploy'd elsewhere, which some said, was ta|ken notice of in the Army, as if he thought the Service too Hot for him.
• d 1.70

  Wise D. Lorge▪ who took upon him the Command of the Army at the Death of Turenn, obtain'd great Reputation by retreating the Army to an advantagious Post, while the extraordinary Bravery of the Scots, kept the whole German Army in play.
• a 1.71

  Lesly. This was, Old Lesly, General of the Imperial Forces, and made Ban or Governour of Croatia by the Emperor, the same that burnt the Bridge of Esseck, and tho near 80 Years of Age, and tortur'd with the Gout, yet perform'd a great many desperate Services against the Turks during that War, and some of them in the Depth of Winter.
• a 1.72

  Satyr's interrupting. 'Tis hop'd no Gentleman in Scotland will take this for a personal Satyr; but as I take Volunteering to be a Vice in War, as 'tis now practiz'd, where Men fit to lead Armies, serve as private Cen|tinels, the Author hopes he may be excus'd in condemning the Practice as an Injury to their Native Countrey.
• b 1.73

  Foster hang'd himself. A foolish Fellow in England, who often talk'd of hanging himself, that he might have a fine Funeral, and at last did it, but whether upon that account or no, is not very certain.
• a 1.74

  Hepburn Storm'd before. The Scots in the King of Swedens Army beat John de Werth the Bavarian General, out of his Intrenchments at Schel|lembergh, where they had posted themselves almost upon the same Ground where the French and Bavarians were now Posted. Here Ramsey, and Rea, two Collonels of the Scots, according to the usual and particular Bravery of these two Ancient Families, entred the Intrenchments Sword in Hand, with a very great slaughter of the Enemy.
• a 1.75

  Gustavus saw. The Bavarians Complemented Gustavus Adolphus, on the taking the Intrenchments at Schellemberg, as a thing they thought im|practicable; and the People of the Danawert say, it has been thirteen times Attack'd, and never was taken till then; which I take to be an equal Honour to the Scots Troops under the Duke of Marlborough, as to their Ancestors under the King of Sweden, these having a great share in the late Attack under the Command of Lord Orkney, as the other had under Col|lonel Hepburn.
• a 1.76

  Kings. Alluding here to the ancient Figure, in which the Isle of Britain is generally supposed to be, when every Nobleman was a Sovereign upon his own Estate, some Marks of which Sovereignty are yet remain|ing, and within few Years past, were very visible in several of the Noble Families of Scotland, particularly in the Family of Douglass, who Pursued, fought, took Prisoner of War Sir William Hairis of Terriglis, for having withdrawn himself from his Vassalage or Dependence, & esteeming him as his own Servant, taken in Arms, where his Jurisdiction or Regality extended, up|on his own Authority put him to Death. Godscross's History of the House of Douglass page 187. The same Earl of Douglass executed Justice upon Macklalane Tutor of Bumbee, Chief of his Name, & one of the Principal Houses in Galloway for Murdering one of his Servants, King James himself inter|ceeded for him in vain.
• a 1.77

  Lesser Praise. I know this word is objected against as ungramma|tical, and therefore by some very carefully avoided in Verse, and by others, perhaps, too critically Censur'd; but as I have very good Authority for the word, I venture the Indignation of the Criticks, and anticipate their Obser|vations, by referring them to the following Examples, 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 prior 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉minor 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉, Which in English cannot be express'd by any other Word than what I here make use of, LESSER, which is form'd from the Comparative Less, exactly after the same manner.
• b 1.78

  'Tis hop'd the Gentlemen whose Names are included in these Lines, will not sind Fault with the Author for not observing Preceedency either in Dignity or Antiquity, the necessity of Rhime, Measure and Cadence being his just Excuse, and which he desires them to accept in that particular.
• a 1.79

  Record. Here I make no question but to be animadverted upon for my different way of expressing the word Record, and changing the Quantity, making the Vowel long in the last Syllable of the first, and short in the last Syllable of the second. But for this, I have so good an Authority, that all Men will allow it sufficient to justifie me; being from such a Master of the Language as Buchannan himself, as follows.

  Dies tenētbras & tenebrae Dient,

  Buch. Ps. 19. ver. 2. l. 1. Which being the Verse call'd Dactilicus alchaicus, the second Foot is always Jambus, and the third and fourth Dactyli.
• b 1.80

  Fam'd Scoti. The Author of the History of the House of Douglass, tells us, That William Douglass, Grandchild to Sholto Douglass, was the Father of the Noble Family of the Scoti at Placenza in Italy. Fol. 5. And some say, That by a Marriage between a Branch of the said Family of Scoti, and some of the Ancient Line of the House of Mar in Scotland, was the O|riginal of the Family of Marr-e-Scoti, a great and flourishing Family in Italy to this day.
• a 1.81

  Titles from France. The ancestors of this Noble Family obtain'd the Title of Duke of Chateas Reault in France; and by which Title they were known in Scotland, at the time of the Reformation.
• a 1.82

  Set by Zeal. Alluding to the Custom of Planting Rue and Sage together, which whether it be a vulgar Error or no, is, that the Rue is supposed to be effectual to keep Toads, and Venemous Creatures from the Sage.
• a 1.83

  Prov. The Sluggard would not pull his Hand out of his Bosom to put it to his Mouth.