ios 
index indcatorius.’ 
Poor Scotia too maun hae her flare, 
For sic is his paternal care ‘ 
‘Wha governs here an’ every where, 
Nor aught misguides, 
Frae meanest worm, to that erand sphere 
grand sphere 
That time divides. 
TO% 
The bard then entering into a metaphysical disquisition about 
the lowest stages of organization, he proceeds, 
To ca’ this life, I wad be faith ; 
An’ yet it’s plain it is no death: 
Petreficates, concretions baith, 
Claim some relation 
Unto, and seem not far beneath 
Weak vegetation. 
This namelefs something, some degrees 
Short of kind lite, call’t sympathies, 
Attractions or antipathies, 
P Or gravitation, 
Its God’s word living (if ye please,) 
Through a’ creation. 
This is the first fhort stage frae death : 
Next’s vegetation, fhort 0’ breath : 
Far fhort of reason, they fa’ baith. 
Man has them a* 
In ae life which brings him aneath 
A meral law. 
Sae as we rise, still death above, 
We rise in wisdom, pow’t, and love : 
For that’s our life. As on these move, 
We nearer draw >. 
Perfection’s mark: T’were vain to prove 
This is the lav. 
The poet proceeds to give many good moral advices, and religious 
opinions, which our limits prevent us from specifying. 
with the following stanza. 
Adiew, my scrap o’ rough Scots rhyme, 
I dare nia say that ye’re sublime, 
Or that ye hae sae well kept time 
As L intendit, 
But wha thinks droll’ry is your crime, 
May try to mend it. 
yoL. XVil. ° 
He concludes 
