CHRISTOPHER 

 IN HIS SPORTING JACKET 



JFptte C!)irli 



O MucKLE-Mou^D Meg! and can it be that thou art 

 numbered among forgotten things — unexistences ! 



'^RoWd round in earth'' s diurnal course^ 

 With rocks, and stones, and treesT 



What would we not now give for a sight — a kiss 

 — of thy dear lips! Lips which we remember once to 

 have put to our own, even when thy beloved barrel 

 was double-loaded! Now we sigh to think on what 

 then made us shudder! Oh! that thy butt were but 

 now resting on our shoulder! Alas! for ever dis- 

 charged! Burst and rent asunder, art thou now lying 

 buried in a peat-moss? Did some vulgar villain of a 

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