A Scorrisi [pyt. 95 
If I had known where to have directed for my Dear Alicie, I 
shou’d not have been so long of wishing her all the Joy and happi- 
ness that is possible to be met with ina married Life. Iam ex- 
tremely sorry I shan’t have the pleasure of seeing you this Summer, 
but there is no help for it, it is not fit it seems, tho’ there is noth- 
ing I wish so much for as to sing once more in company with my 
sweetest of Alicies, Willys fair and Willys rare &c. So Iam glad 
to hear you are grown so clever at riding since you left Moffat, 
it was lucky you was not seized with the Panick which poor Mrs 
Palton’s horse was so misfortunate as to throw you once into. 
I had almost pun’d a little here upon your venturing to ridea 
runaway, but thank my stars, | have escaped it, for I hate a pun. 
I pity you most heartily till your visiting time is over, or as papa 
usd to call it your sitting time, by the by have you sent him a 
Willow Cokade I desire you'll have one ready for him the first 
time you see him, you must direct for Maguire at a place they 
call Auchendinen by the Dumbarton post, pray write to her 
soon, I desire my dr you'll do as you would be done by, I 
mean not to show my letters to your husband, now remember 
positively I won’t so much as allow him to see my name, till I see 
him, and am acquaint with him, farewell my dear Alicie Baird.— 
Iam, Yours affectionately, 
JHAN KIRKPATRICK. 
Though these are the sole specimens of the infinite jest of 
which her grandson speaks, yet they show tender feeling as well. 
The elegy on her death by Lord Hailes (the historian) is the only 
mention of her after this date which I have been able to discover, 
beyond the ordinary announcement of the birth of her elder and 
only surviving son. Lord Hailes’ verses are composed in the 
fervid pastoral style then fashionable for such elegies, but, indiffer- 
ent as they are, indicate an appreciation of the amiable qualities of 
the deceased on the part of the writer which give them some value. 
“She died—eternal wisdom so decreed. 
Dread Father, we submit, Thy will be done ; 
Yet must our hearts with fond remembrance bleed ; 
Yet Friendship must bewail Amanda gone. 
“Witness those tears which for Amanda flow, 
Witness her kindred sore with grief opprest, 
Witness her hoary Parent’s pensive woe, 
And sighs quick throbbing from her Consort’s breast.” 
