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NE TANTI VIRI, NOMEN, FAMA,

Celebritas et quibus pollebat, dotes, oblivione deleantur, Sequentis quoque Elogii centuriam linearum (aptis quorundam Autborum pbrafibus bic illic interfperfis) adjicere vifum.

CARMEN ELEGIACUM, In Memoriam Viri celeberrimi Domini Jacobi CUTHBERT,

Paftoris non ita pridem Culroffenfis.

[1] FUNERA CUTHBERTI

, Boreæ fub fidere nati, Scotigeni Jubaris, Scotia mælta canat. Te tamen ante omnes decet, ab! Fifana Camæna,

Fundere stabilibus carmina grata modis: Vim cui contulerat Paulina navotním sancta

Ædis eniin noftræ decidit hoc columen. Moribus, Ingenio, Doctrina clarus et Arte,

Hæc reliqua in terris sunt monumenta fui: Quodque mori potuit quamvis nunc marcet in urna, Fama, Decus, Virtus intemerata virent.

[ 2 ] Sæpe mihi luctus, mors invidia, causa fuifti;

Merfilti teneras fæpius imbre genas. Sæpe fuos Alevit Refpublica nostra parentes,

Hostili quondam qui cecidere nece:
At vix ulla fuit tam justi causa doloris,

Scotia, CUTHBERTO defpoliata tuo.
Oroabat patriam nuper, templumque relictum,

Nec superest tantis mens cummulata bonis.
Nunquam vidi ullum, se præter, (parcite docti)
Quem pariter potui dicere doctiloquum.

[ 3 ] Multorum volitatque per ora loquacibus alis

Vir semel hic lucens, fol velut in tenebris : Cujus honorandæ voces oracla fuere,

Omnimode do&ti pectoris indicia :

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Et merito, os cujus tam grata lavamina fudit,

In memorum annales hicce relatus ineft.
Rebus in humanis humanior haud fuit alter,

Rebus et in divis divior alter ubi ?
Assertor fidei quo vix nervosior ullus,
Corrector selerum, malleus hærefium

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Christique infestos, ut murus aheneus, hoftes

Voce facri late fudit Evangelii.
Sic rudium validas in vifcere vertere vires

Mos erat, ut docuit, dummodo vel domuit
Litigiosa cohors, coram hoc Domnitore diserto,

Tollere depressum non fuet ausa caput.
Ingenium Mulæ, mores vis enthea, mentem

Excoluit pietas, oraque delicæ.
Hic hilarans hilaris qui mifcuit utile dulci,
Seria jucundis, omnia puncta tulit.

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Dotibus eximiis Coinitis, Pastoris, Amici,'

Vix magis ornatum protulit ulla dies;
Ne dotes natura omnes conferret in unum.

Quæque aliis tribuat, dona nec ulla forent
Mors veruit; propero carnis pede vencla resolvens.

Qulot decorum cumulos, hu ! brevis hora rapit ?
Non vigor ingenii, lepidze non gratia linguæ.

Non probitas potuit pellere tela necis.
Quem redamant omnes, omnes abiisse dolebant,
Quantus amor cunctis, tantus iisque dolor.

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Nomen adhuc redolens quadam dulcedine cunctos

Mullet, et immemores non finit effe fui.
Lychnus Evangelii fulgens, verique perennis

Præco pius, comptus, magnanimusque fuit.
Dogmata facra Dei, mysteria condita Christi

Exposuit docto, perspicuoque stylo.
Abdita enim pandit Deus huic penetralia regni,

Amplaque domino munera clausa finu.
Quz priscos latuere Sophos, latuere recentes,
Condi hujus voluit pectore cuncta Deus.

[7]
Cælitus hæc didicitquæ terricolis patefecit,
Nunc cum cælicolis quæ patefacit habet.

Concio jam melior “Celestia gaudia prenso,

“ His modo cum Domino perpete pace fruor. “ Cur ita legendum ? plamam fero, morte sepulta,

“ Lætor apud fuperos, mollitor offa cubant.” At non te femus fuperis, CUTHBERTE, receptum,

Ploramus noflram te removente vicem.
Arma sacræ quo nunc ædis vietricia vecta,
Jam domitam, Dominus ni juvet ipse, dumum ?

[8] En! Boston celebris, fimul Hogg venerabilis, infons,

Terrea nunc fuperant, cælica tecta colunt: Insuper amotæ præcoci morte calumnæ

Signant quam subito fit peritura domus.
Omnibus tantis percellimur haud fine causa

Hinc timidi maestos orbis addefle dies.
Stirpe priore, gemens Ecclesia Scotiqua lanquet,

Vi CUTHBERTINA proh! (poliata sua.
Ex Barathro (quid nunc obftat ?) vis hoftica furum
Surgit, et infidias hic et ubique struit.

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Invidus enque hostis laqueos, incendia, cruces

Aptat, et innocuo valnera mille gregi.
Sola potest tam patientia vincere cladem.

Nec nisi de superis fedibus illa venit.
Verus amor puro ex credentis pectore manans

Per mala tot, Christo Principe victor erit.
Vivida vis mentis, geniique potentis acumen

Nunc tua, CUTHBERTE, belica tela defunt Mors clausit placido languentia lumina fomno, Gaudia cum fuperis mens fine fine bibit.

[ 10 ] Quo tua vaferunt dictamina nectare plena,

Mens generosa volat, labraque lætifica ? Quæ potuit cautes Hebetes animare loquendo

Hei! modo sub tenebris, lingua diserte filet. Quam procul hic fugit tua prompta facundia fandi,

Candor et integritat, inviolata fides? Solers tam fapiens non quovis nafcitur anno,

Ofque virile vibrạns cum pietate pari. Vivis in hac ima, præclarro nomine, terra ;

Spiritus in fummo vivit ovatque polo.

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On the much lamented Death of that pious Person,

The Rev. MR. PATRICK PLENDERLIETH,

Minister of the Gospel at SALINE:

Who died Anno 1715. Written at the Defire of fome

of his Friends.

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DISSOLVE in tears, ye bright seraphic fires,

If sorrow can have place in heav'nly quires ;
Mens eyes unable are enough to shed;
A juster wound the world hath feldom bred :
Behold a gracious plant, for fruit, for flow'r;
A noble faint for zeal, for truth, for pow'r;
A peerless gem for virtue, proof, and price ;
On earth a friend to truth, a foe to vice :
And, lo! alas ! this piece of heav'n doth die ;
The case might make the very stones to cry.

O death ! why tyrannisest in thy might?
Why so severe, to strike so choice a wight?
Why letst out of the ark a Noah's dove,
While many hearts were arks unto his love?
Hath death a pow'r to break affection's lock,
And steal the darling of the little flock ?
Nay, sure; what's lov'd to-day, can die to-morrow
What's dead to love is still alive to forrow.
This man of God still lives, and lodging hath
In grateful memories, in spite of death,
He lives not only now above the skies,
But lives on earth in tears of many eyes.
Zeal, mildness, grace gave air unto his breath :
And hence his favour liveth after death.

His walk, his worship were of divine stamp:
His doctrine, practice, all a burning lamp.
His life all light and heat, fed from above ;
His lips all fervour, and his heart all love :

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His time all holy-days; for of the seven
Each day was Sabbath, and each Sabbath Heav'n.
His home was secret places of the stairs;
His title known to be a man of pray'rs.
No grove, no river-side frequented he,
But there the place of pray'r was wont to be,
Bethel, where-e'er he went, was his abode ;
For Nill he reared aliars to his God.
His converse heav'nly, and his carriage mild;
His foul sublime, his confcience undefii'd.
His frame seraphic in devi tion's mount;
His holy arder seldom waxing blunt :
Floods of celeltial aid did elevate
Th’ark of his soul to heav'nly Ararat.
Full gales, heart-rending throbs, heav'n-reaching cries,
Did wast his ardent pray’rs above the skies.
For church, for state, for all he pray'd with not;
No case, no place, no friend, no foe forgot.
He trode the milky-way, by faith and pray’rs,
Was cloth'd with gravity, without grey hairs.
Was master of his passions all within ;
Glad without lightness, angry without fin.
His language corresponding with his faith;
No vain nor idle word defil'd his breath.
His lips unfeign'd, his actions undisguis'd;
Most modest when carre'd, meek when derpis'd.
A map of innocent humility;
A peerless paragon of sympathy.
A miror great of love to great and small;
A compound of compassion towards all.
By love le conquer'd some of high degree ;
And kill'd the meanest with his courtely.
His kindness with sincerity appeard:
To rich, to poor, to ev'ry fort endear'd.

With care he mark'd all providential ways,
Ev'n the minutest, to his Maker's praise.
His active spirit oild with Hermon dew
Did swiftly after endless bliss pursue :
He was a mighty hunter, and the chase,
The God of glory is the field of grace.
Alas! the race was very short indeed ;
But lack in space, was well made up in speed.

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