MY LAST WILL. He may bequeath't 'mong stubborn fellows To all the finer feelings callous, Who think that parting breath's a sneeze To set sensations all at ease. To Oliphant (4), my friend, I legate Those writs I ne'er could retrospect ; And here I fix on Ossian's head With as much pow'r ad Musæ bona As I in propria persona. To Hamilton (5) I give the task Outstanding debts to crave and ask; MY LAST WILL. " And that my Muse he may not dub ill, To thee, whose genius can provoke Thy passions to the bowl or sock; For love to thee, Woods! and the Nine, Be my immortal Shakespeare thine. Here may you through the allies turn, Where Falstaff laughs, where heroes mourn, And boldly catch the glowing fire That dwells in rapture's on his lyre. Now, at my dirge (if dirge there be), This clay-built mansion wash and soften, MY LAST WILL. So let my friends with him partake And I consent to registration Witness whereof, these presents wrote are CODICIL TO R. FERGUSSON'S LAST WILL. WHEREAS, by testament dated blank, Enroll'd in the poetic rank, 'Midst brighter themes that weekly come I there, for certain weighty causes, From one who liv'd and died a Bard. If Poverty has any crime in Teaching mankind the art of rhyming; But think that something might be more said, CODICIL. And only now would humbly seek The liberty to add and eke To test❜ment which already made is, To Tulloch (7), who, in kind compassion, Departed from the common fashion, And gave to me, who never paid it, Two flasks of port, upon my credit, I leave the flasks, as full of air, As his of ruddy moisture were; Nor let him to complain begin; He'll get no more of cat than skin. To Walter Ruddiman (8), whose pen |