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SIR J *** S G*** T, BARONET.

The man of bounties, loving and belov’d.

While on the meadowy banks of Spey,

Slow steals along the rural muse, And sees the bordering flowers display

Their native sweets and yernal hues :

And while she casts her pensive view

Where bold Craigillachy aspires, Now deck'd with heath-bells fresh with dew,

Where blaz’d of old the warning fires * ;

With glowing heart and trembling hand

She strives to wake the plausive lay; And wide o'er all her native land

The voice of grateful truth convey,

* See note No. 1.

And while she consecrates the strain,

To worth beyond her humble praise, The genius of thy native plain

Will smile indulgent on her lays.

Oh, form’d to prove each feeling dear

That heightens joy and sweetens care, The tender Parent, Friend sincere,

The Consort blest beyond compare :

The Patriot Chief, who dwells belov'd

Among the race his fathers sway'd; Who, long his country's friend approv'd,

Retires in peace to bless the shade.

Who when the dreadful blast of war

With horror fill’d the regions round, His willing people callid from far,

With wakening pipe of martial sound :

The valiant clan, on every side,

With sudden, warlike ardour burns ; And views those long-lov'd homes with pride,

Whose loss no exil'd native mourns.

From every mountain, strath, and glen,

The rustic warriors crowded round; The Chief who rules the hearts of men

In safety dwells, with honour crown'd.

“ For thee (they cried) dear native earth,

“ We gladly dare the battle's roar ; 6. Our kindred ties, our sacred hearth, “

Returning peace will soon restore.

“ No ruthless, mercenary swains

• Shall ever quench our social fires ; « Our labour on our narrow plains

" Shall feed our babes and hoary sires *.


“ And when each tender pledge we leave,

Our parent Chief, with guardian care, Shall soothe their woes, their wants relieve, 66 And save the mourners from despair up."

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Beneath his mild paternal sway,

The pow'r of cultivation smiles, And swelling, proud, impetuous Spey Rejoices, while the peasant toils :

* See note No. 2. + See note No.

To see his banks on every side

With crowding population teein, And cultur'd fields their yellow pride

Reflecting in his copious stream.

Where every

Well pleas'd he wanders near the dome

milder virtue dwells ; Where all the gentler graces bloom,

And Painting speaks, and Music swells.

When frosts untimely check'd the spring,

And blasting mildews hover'd o'er, And cheerful Labour ceas’d to sing,

And Plenty deck'd the plains no more :

To G**** she gave her teeming horn ,

Well pleas'd he pour’d the bounteous store, And Want no longer wept forlorn,

And fruitless Labour mourn'd no more.

To Woe, while Pity yields relief,

While Truth adorns the plausive lay; Our vows shall bless the Patriarch Chief

Who rules the grateful banks of Spey.

+ Alluding to an ample provision made for the lower class of his country, during the hard winter 1809.

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No. 1.
Where blaz’d of old the warning fires.-P. 139.

Craigillachy is a solitary mountain that overlooks the entrance to Strathspey, and has been considered for ages past as a kind of rallying point to the clan that inhabit it. On any sudden invasion of the Norwegians on the eastern coast, a fire kindled on some mountain near the sea, was instantly seen in Strathspey, and answered by another on Craigillachy, and that by another on Craigow in Badenoch; so that the intelligence was in this manner often transmitted from the east sea to the west in three hours. By means of this simple telegraph, the whole country was up in an instant, to resist invasion. Craigillachy is the war-cry of of the clan Grant, and even within these few years, if one of them was borne down or injured in any popular tumule

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