Oh  sympathizing  love  of  others*  bUs8«
Where  will  you  find  another  breast  like  his  t
Such  was  the  man, — the  Poet  well  you  know :
Oft  has  he  touch'd  your  hearts  with  tender  woe :
Oft  in  this  crowded  house,  with  just  applanse
You  heard  him  teach  fair  Virtue's  purest  laws ;
Forhischastemuseemploy'dher  heaven-taught  lyre
None  but  the  noblest  passions  to  inspire:
Not  one  immoral,  one  corrupted  thought.
One  line  which  dying  he  could  wish  to  blot
Oh  may  to-night  your  favourable  doom
Another  laurel  add  to  grace  his  tomb  !
Whilst  he  superior  now  to  praise  or  blame.
Hears  not  the  feeble  voice  of  human  fiune.
Yet  if  to  those,  whom  most  on  earth  he  loved,
From  whom  his  pious  care  is  now  removed.
With  whom  his  liberal  hand  and  bounteous  heart
Shared  all  his  little  fortune  could  impart ;
If  to  those  friends  your  kind  regard  shall  give
What  they  no  longer  can  from  his  receive.
That,  that,  even  now,  above  yon  starry  pole.
May  touch  with  pleasure  his  immortal  soul.
[*  Thomson'H  po!>thumoiia  play,  and  spoken  by  Qoin.
This  is  among  the  best  prologues  in  our  language:  and  »
excelled  only  by  Pope's  before  Cato,  and  Johnaools  Dnuy
Lano  opening.]


ROBERT    FERGUSSON.
