Mankind may that lesson learn thee, While we favours can bestow, Hundreds cringe and nuckle under, And submissive to us bow. But, should Misfortune's storms assail you, Crowding round some richer neighbour, But, when the snow lies white on Girning, And white, too, on the Breedy holm, "Tis then, perhaps, my old acquaintance Should I spy thee from my window, WRITTEN ON OPENING THE DUMFRIES AND GALLOWAY COURIER OF THE 11TH NOVEMBER, 1817, ANNOUNCING THE DEATH OF THE AMIABLE, VIRTUOUS, AND EVER TO BE LAMENTED PRINCESS CHARLOTTE. SUCH doleful black thy columns long enshroud, Our peerless Princess, lifeless, cold, and low! Oh! could my muse her virtues but unfold, But view her as a daughter and a wife, Obedient, loving, prudent, and sincere, Benevolence, fair Virtue's handmaid true, Perceive the poor all sorrowful and sad All hoped, expected in the course of things, Behold the mother and the infant lie Who AN ADDRESS TO AN OAK. [On the 29th August, 1818, there was dug from a morass, on the farm of Ingleston, in the parish of Durrisdeer, by order of his Grace the Duke of Buccleuch and Queensberry, &c. an Oak of the following dimensions :-The trunk was sixty-five feet in length, and as there was a splinter of fourteen feet on the but end, and no appearance of roots, it is probable it may have been many feet longer. The girth, thirty two and a half feet from the boughs, was nine feet, ten inches, and as both the bark and white wood were decayed, it must originally have been nearly twelve feet in circumference, and have contained, at least, the amazing quantity of five hundred feet of wood. The timber is in a high state of preservation; and all means are using to prepare it for the hand of the cabinet-maker. From a specimen I have seen, it appears susceptible of the finest polish, exhibits the jet glossy hue of ebony; and from its rarity, durability, and antiquity, is more valuable than the finest mahogany, and will no doubt ultimately add to the splendour of the princely palace of Drumlanrig.] HAIL, venerable Oak! hail to the light, For centuries concealed in deep morass, Perhaps beneath thy wide extended boughs Thy glory more remote may still have been, Some say that thou art from exotic soil, And by the deluge left upon our Isle ; Had Britain then emerged from the main ?- Ingenious Archimedes, we are told, A vessel built for Syracuseans bold, Two of the masts, a learned research has found- Many a dreadful blast thou hast withstood, |