Who served his king, and feared his God,
With upright heart and will:
In social life, sincere and just,
To vice of no kind given;
So that his better part, we trust,
Hath made the Port of Heaven.

Another, in the parish of Duffus (Morayshire), runs thus:

Though Eolus' blasts and Neptune's waves have toss'd me to and
fro,
Yet now, at last, by Heaven's decree, I harbour here below;
Where at anchor I do lie, with others of our fleet,
Till the last trump do raise us up our Admiral Christ to meet.
CHARLES STUART.

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ON A DRUNKEN COBBLER.


Enclosed within this narrow stall,
Lies one who was a friend to _awl_;
He saved bad _souls_ from getting worse,
But d----n'd his own without remorse;
And tho' a drunken life he pass'd,
Yet say'd _his soul_, by _mending at the last!_ E.L.I.

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