CALEDONIA, A POEM, &c.

[1]
IN Northern Hights, where Nature ſeldom ſmiles,
Embrac'd with Scas, and buttreſſ't a round with Iſles,
Where lofty Shoresb regard th' adjacent Pole,
Where Winds inceſſant blow, and Waves inceſſant roll;
Where Tyrant c Cold in Glacy Ocean reigns,
And all the Habitable World diſdains,
Defies the diſtant Influence of the Sun,
Andd ſhines in Ice.
Firſte 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.
[2] 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 Neptune a 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 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.
[3] Behind this Rugged Fronta 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 Raging Monſters of the Pole.
There equally theyc 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 Surprize.
Her Native Beauty and her Wealth conceal'd
Waitse 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,
[4] Foreign Invaſions and Inteſtine Wars;
Yet all her Native Beauty ſtill appears.
Brittain'sa 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 in b 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 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:
[5] But ſee the Horrid a 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 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 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.
[6] Nature that well foreknows a Nations Fate,
Thus fitted Caledonia to be great.
Hera various Aſpects the Deſign explain,
Andb 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 Phenician Sailors, wiſe in Ignorance,
That dream't ofd THULE, yet afraid t'advance;
[7] 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 Thee a 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 Hail Science, Natures ſecond Eye,
Begot on Reaſon by Philoſophy,
Mans Telleſcope to all that's Deep and High;
[8] 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;
[9] 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 Practicable Seas to Art ſubmit,
And Wealth and Commerce freely circulate,
[10] 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,
[11] 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.
[12] 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 fraught with native Gold,
Sav'd it for thee; by its own Curſe, b 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.
[13] But when thy daring Sons the Wave explore,
The Ocean yields hera 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 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.
[14] 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 ill accepted Bleſſings hear,
From the profound unmeaſur'd Deeps
Where Nature all her Wonders keeps.
Herb Handmaid Inſtinct, this Bleſt Meſſage gave
To all the Watry Crew beneath the Watry Cave.
[15] 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 Complain b no more of Poverty.
Upbraid their ſloth, and then return to me,
c Viſit no other Port.a
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:
[16] 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 Ganges Stream,
Not Fruitful Nile ſo oft the Poets Dream,
[17] Nota Iſles of Pearl, not richb Pacifick Seas,
Not the more Fruitfulc Caribbees,
Notd Africks Wealth or Chilean Stores,
The Silver e Mountains, or the Golden Shores,
Could ſuch anf 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,
[18] 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.
[19] 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 from a 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.
[20] Nor is there leſs of Injury appears
About her Mountains, or her Mountaineers.
View but the Savagea Madagaſcar Moors,
b Campeche Indians, orc Circaſſian Boors,
And when the Characters we ſhall compare,
A Northern Highland-man's a Chriſtian there.
Polite his Manners, and hisd Modern Dreſs,
Is Beauty all, when match't with Uglineſs.

PART II.

[21]
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.
[22] 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.
[23] Th'a extorting Maſters their juſt hopes Reſtrain,
Andb Diligence is no where more in vain.
Thec 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;
[24] 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;
[25] 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.
[26] 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.
[27] 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 They taught the very Swedes themſelves to Fight,
And ſpight of Dulneſs arm'd theb Muſcovite;
The ſordid Ruſs, to diſcipline they Train
And fain would teach thec 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.
[28] 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 Leipfick—a Name in Fames red letter'd Roll
Matchleſs in War, where from the Frozen Pole
b Finland ſent Monſters, Strangers to the Sun,
Bred up to fight, by great Guſtave led on;
And yet by hardyc naked Scots out-done.
Voracious Tilly juſt made drunk with Blood,
Atd 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.
[29] Tilly's firſt Fury broke thea 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 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 Surrounded, they with doubl'd Fury fight,
And pleaſd with Danger, ſhine in (d naked white,
[30] a Guſtavus 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 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:
[31] such Countreys Travers'd, or ſuch Battles won,
Such Conqueſts made, ora 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 to b 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 Williams Sword obey,
And beat the French at Mons for d want of Pay;
[32] Soon as the Caledonian Bands appear,
Nota 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 Turenne lay dead,
He'd ſeen them follow where hec durſt not lead;
He'd ſeen them fight when all the Army fled.
When wiſed 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.
[33] 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 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?
[34] 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 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 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.
[35] 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:
[36] 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.
[37] 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 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.
[38] 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 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.

[39]
THeir Forreign Deeds are trac'd, and now we come,
To ſearch the Fund of Fame that's left at Home;
A Thouſanda 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:
[40] 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;
[41] 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,
[42] That on the Baſe of Vertue Built their Fame,
And join to that a 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 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.
[43] 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 Record of their Houſe,
When Hiſtories are ſilent and abſtruſe.
The Fund of Families is in their Blood,
And theb 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.
[44] 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.
[45] 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.
[46] 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.
[47] Titles froma 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.
[48] 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.
[49] 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,
[50] 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:
[51] 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;
[52] 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;
[53] 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 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.
[54] 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.
[55] 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.
[56] 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?
[57] 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 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;
[58] 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.
[59] 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.
[60] 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
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
The Shores to the North of Scotland may be ſaid to regard the adjacent 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
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
Shines in Ice. The Ice and Snow always give a kind of Light, tho faint and melancholy.
e
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 Sociable Parts of the World ſo far North.
a
The Raging of the Sea will often reſemble Fire, and ſeem to burn, eſpecially as ſome ſay on a Southerly Wind.
b
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 Scotland 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 Ocems Bridle, and conſequently Beauties in their Kind, made ſo by the Neceſſity of them.
a
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
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
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
The Worlds Surprize to find ſo fine a Countrey ſo Peopled, and ſo Inhabited behind ſuch terrible places, which to the Sea-ward promiſe nothing but Deſert, and abandon'd, uninhabited Places.
e
The Ʋnion, whereby Improvement ſhall reveal the hidden Fruitfulneſs of Scotland.
a
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
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 defended 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
Cleavland in his Poem upon Scotland, has ſaid a Thouſand extravagant things on theſe Heads.
a
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
This is as ſuggeſted by Foreign Authors, in open Injury of Scotland, and one of the principal Reaſons of this Poem.
c
'Tis preſum'd this Part will clear the Author from a Charge of Flattery, he deſigning to ſay nothing in this Poem, but what Juſtice and the Nature of things require.
a
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 Openneſs to all Parts of the Trading World; or the Convenience of her Harbours, ſafe Roads, and Neighbourhood both to the German and Atlantick Oceans.
b
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
The Ancients, in their ſailing theſe Seas, were ſtrangely ſurprized at two things, 1. The Length of the Days, which they, being generally 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 Eliſium 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

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 Britanniae p [...]rte b [...]vis, ut finem atque initium Lucis exiguo diſcrimine internoſeas—Nec Solem occidere & exſurgere, ſed tranſire adfirmant. Tacit. Vit. Agricolae Cap. 12 Sect. 5.

a
The Seas indeed in theſe parts are ſubject to Storms, but nothing unuſual, or uncommon with the reſt of Brittain.
b
This is a Poetical Excurſion upon the extraordinary Improvement and Perfection which the World has attain'd in the practical part of Navigation.
a
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 remoteſt parts of the World.
a
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
That Cold which by the Ancients was thought intolerable and kept thoſe Seas for ſo many Ages impracticable, doubtleſs prevented the Diſcovery 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
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 benignitate 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
Secret high Command. The wonderful Original and Cauſes of the Prodigious Quantity of Herring which appear in their exact Seaſons. Places and Quantities upon all the Coaſts of Scotland is the Occaſion of this Digreſſion.
a
Ill accepted. It muſt be owned, Scotland has not given that full welcome to this Gift of Heaven, the Fiſh that Nature and Providence ſeemed to expect from them, for whoſe Benefit without Doubt they were appointed.
b
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 improper, 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
Indeed 'tis ſtrange to think they ſhould let ſuch a Wealth paſs by them, and at the ſame time complain of Poverty.
c
Viſit no other Port, it is plain they are not found in any conſiderable 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
Without queſtion they ſupply very much any Defect of Proviſions, which either by the Sterillity of the Countrey, or rather want of Improvement, that People may labour under.
a
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
Iſlands ſo call'd lying in the Gulph of Mexico, where the Pearl Fiſhing has been worth Immenſe Sums to the Spaeniard.
b
The Great Ocean on the Weſt-ſide of America, Vulgarly, Tho I think Improperly, call'd, The South Seas.
c
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
Guinea in Africk, and Chili in America, being the two principal places which ſupply the World with Gold.
e
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
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
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
A moſt ſavage People, that go naked, live on raw Fleſh, and are the moſt Brutal of any people in the World.
b
Campeche Indians are ſome of them the moſt Barbarous and Inhnmane of any of the American Race, among whom have been found abſolute Cannibals, that devour one another
c
The Circaſſian Boors are a ſort of Tartars now under the Dominion 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
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
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 diſabling 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 Advantage of the Family, as well as the Encouragement of the People.
b
'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
Little Chiefs, The Author is here willing to ſuppoſe that generally ſpeaking, no Landlords, but ſuch as are of ſmall Eſtates, would thus diſregard their own Intereſt, or continue the Oppreſſions of the Poor, Their Neceſſities not permitting 'em to be more Generous.
a
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 Surprize to the Germans, pouring in ſuch a Quantity of Lead upon them together, 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
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 Europe's Coſt, are not unlikely to ſhow the World they have been very well taught.
c
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
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 overthrew 'em, but loſt his Life.
b
The Fnland Horſe in the Swediſh Army grew a Terror to the Germans by their Extraordinary Bravery and Diſcipline.
c

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
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
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
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 extraordinary Fury, turn'd the Fortune of the Day.
c
The Imperial Dragoons being recalled from the Purſuit of the Saxons, 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
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
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 Imperialiſts, and compleated the Victory.
b
Both the King of Sweden and the Elector of Saxony, publickly Complemented 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 extraordinary Behaviour.
a
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
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
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
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
Luxemberg himſelf, The Duke of Luxemberg Commanding the French Army at Mons, Placing ſome of his beſt Infantry at a Poſt where he expected 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 Regiments; intimating that they were the fitteſt Troops he had for ſo deſperate a Work.
b
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 Reſolution, that very much Recover'd the French out of the Surprize they were under for the Loſs of their General.
c
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 taken notice of in the Army, as if he thought the Service too Hot for him.
d
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
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
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 Centinels, the Author hopes he may be excus'd in condemning the Practice as an Injury to their Native Countrey.
b
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
Hepburn Storm'd before. The Scots in the King of Swedens Army beat John de Werth the Bavarian General, out of his Intrenchments at Schellembergh, 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
Guſtavus ſaw. The Bavarians Complemented Guſtavus Adolphus, on the taking the Intrenchments at Schellemberg, as a thing they thought impracticable; 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 Collonel Hepburn.
a
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 remaining, 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, upon 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 interceeded for him in vain.
a
Leſſer Praiſe. I know this word is objected againſt as ungrammatical, 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 Obſervations, by referring them to the following Examples, [...] prior [...] minor [...], 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
'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
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
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 Original of the Family of Marr-e-Scoti, a great and flouriſhing Family in Italy to this day.
a
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
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
Prov. The Sluggard would not pull his Hand out of his Boſom to put it to his Mouth.
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