same fortunes, and with the same genius, though in a lesser sphere. He is descended of that ancient and noble family of the Earls of Arrol, chief of the name of Hay, lord high constable of Scotland hereditably. The establishment of this family is most famous in our old records and histories, their honours and estate were conferred by king Kenneth the third, on this occasion: The Danes, at a battle, had put to a disorderly retreat the Scots army, which one named Hay, with his three sons, being, as the story goes, at the plough, perceiving, stopped them at a narrow pass, and, what with threats, and what with other persuasive notions, animated them to rally, and to turn face, they going on with the foremost, with such arms as their plough, with its accoutrements, did furnish them, where they shewed such eminence of valour, in a most furious charge, that immediately victory attended them, with the total overthrow of the enemy: For which great action, the king gave to them a falcon's flight of the choicest land, ennobling them, and giving for their arms, in a field argent, three bloody shields, a falcon in crest, and two savages for supporters; the motto, Servo Jugum. This noble rise, being eight-hundred years ago, may well place them amongst the most honourable families in Europe, and thus for his extraction. Being the first cadet of this family, his youth-hood he spent in Germany, under the command of his uncle, the renowned Count Lesly, great chamberlain to the Emperor; but, hearing that his majesty was in war with his rebels, he shook off all expectations of preferment there, and came home with the tender of his service to his majesty, where first with the great Marquis of Montrose, and the valiant Lord Ogilvy, he gave many and singular proofs of his prowess in his majesty's service in England, till the affairs of Scotland drew him thither, in which service with his general, how eminent he was, his sufferings shew; he never disputed the command put on, though carrying never so many difficulties and dangers, which he always judiciously and hardily put in execution. His stature was much of the Marquis of Montrose's, but more square, of great bones, his limbs equally proportioned, of a very flaxen and bushy hair, his complexion rarely delicate, red and white well mixed, such as a lady would have, who would vie for beauty; of disposition affable, a stock of courage and liberality, becoming both a soldier and gentleman; his constancy, at his death, shews well he repented nothing he did, in order to his allegiance, and his majesty's service, to the great shame of those who threatened him with their apocryphal excommunications, to which he gave no more place, than our saviour to the devil's temptations. He was murdered the next day after his general, the lord marquis. Many other noble gentlemen's murders, in the same nature, I will not name at this time; yet I cannot pass that of John Spotswood, grandchild to the archbishop of St. Andrews, who died in exile, and nephew to the great Sir Robert Spotswood, butchered in the like manner. This young gentleman, on his knees, ready to lay his head on the block, had these self-same following words, O Lord, who hast been graciously pleased to bring me through the wilder

ness of this world, I trust at this time, thou wilt waft me over this sea of blood to thy heavenly Canaan.' To which heavenly ejaculation, a minister, standing by, replied, "Take tent, take tent, sir, that you drown not by the gate;' an expression-sufficient to have distracted an ordinary soul, but our christian martyr answered, 'He hoped he was no Egyptian;' which he delivered with such christian modesty, that the lout stole away in the crowd, being confounded. His uncle, Sir Robert, was no otherwise dealt with by another of the brethren, being on the scaffold at St. Andrews, for the same just cause: In his speech to the people, while he was recommending to them their duty and obedience to the king, especially so good a king, one interrupted him, and forbade the people to believe him, being the son of a false prophet, meaning that great light in the church, his father, the archbishop of the place. Hence may the people learn, if they ought to trust the doctrine of their allegiance to such ones, who drench themselves in the blood of the best subjects, whose fame and acts shall serve as examples of future loyalty, gallantry, and piety. And it is hoped that none will be so mad again, as to worship meteors, when God Almighty hath provided a shining sun, our lawful and dread sovereign, whom God long preserve. Amen, Amen.

Immortali veræ Nobilitatis, inæquandæ Magnanimitatis, incontaminali Honoris, and intemeratæ Fidelitatis, Magni

SI

Grami memoriæ Sacrum.

I quis hic jacet quæris, Viator, Magnus hic est ille Montis-rosarum Marchio, generosi Genii suæ familiæ generosus hæres; qui virescentibus adhuc (licet annosis) Majorum suorum palmis, tot victrices contexuit lauros, ut si omnes Illi huic Uni an Unus hic Illis omnibus plus gloriæ contulerit scire sit nefas, Hic est Nobilis Ille Montis-rosarum Marchio; qui si prosapiâ an virtute illustrior, consilio an dexterâ promptior, aulæ an castris charior, principibus suis an exteris gratior, perduellionis malleus durior, an monarchiæ assertor acrior, fama an fortunâ clarior, in vitâ denique insignion, an in morte constantior exstiterit dictu difficile: Hic est, Viator, Magnus Ille Dux, ducum sui sæculi facilè princeps: Dux, qui eum peditum manipula (ne dicam excercitulo) penè inermi, victus et amictus inopè, causæ æquitati, ducis magnanimitati, et gladiis confiso suis, ingentes hostium acies armatas duodecim mensium (plus minus) spatio septies Vidit, Vicit, Delevit. Majora hæc Cæsaris Oculatâ victoriâ. Sed proh instabilem lubrici fati rotam! Qui arma, castra, oppida, turres, propugnacula, qui frigus, famem, sitim, inaccessa montium juga, immo omnia superare consueverat, tan. dem maligno fortunæ errore victus, nequissimè hostibus traditus, quid non passus! Protomartyris regis sui martyr pedissequus, plus quam barbaro inimicorum furori (nisi tam generoso sanguine implacabili) et effrænæ præstigiatorum Druidum insolentiæ victima oblatus, invictam malis exspiravit animam. Sic concidit Nobile illud diadematis fulcrum, sic occidit resplendens ille Caledonia

Phosphorus, sic occubuit Magnus ille Martis Alumnus, et cum illo mascula quæque superfætantis Virtutis soboles, per obstetrices indigenas, ipsis Egyptiis crudeliores, trucidata. Post undecennium ossa effodi, membra recolligi, et per Proceres et regui Comitia à Cœnobio regio S. Crucis per Metropolim summo cum splendore ad Ædes D. Egidio sacris comitata, impensis suis regiis sub hoc Monumento magnifico cum Avo suo Nobili quondam Scotia pro rege sepeliri mandavit Augustissimus Regum CAROLUS II. imperio suo divinitus restitutus. Vale, Viator, et quisquis es, immensam serenissimi Principis erga suos pietatem, et Posthumum hunc Magni Grami pristinæ suæ gloriæ redivivi cole Triumphum. J. E. Miles Philo-Gramus Po.

At the Funerals of the Lord Marquis of Montrose, 1661.

H

ERE reinterr'd Montrose lies, though not all,
As if too narrow were one funeral.

So Orpheus' corpse, discerp'd by wicked fury,

His friends Apollo and the muses bury.

That head, his enemies trophy, and their shame,
Which oft had been a Gorgon unto them;

The badge of their foul perfidy and pride,

When to their sovereign's view they own'd the dead;
Had scarce been three months mounted, whenas all
Like Cæsar under Pompey's statue fall:

Brought down by their own Alcis, and that sin,
Which like the sin of Nebat's son had been.
Ten years the land's debauch, religion's mock,
Drew on for ten years more a foreign yoke;
Till, by the revolution of heaven's face,
Montrose gets glory, and the land gets grace.
When after ages shall recount his worth,
And read his victories on Dee, Tay, Forth;
Atchievements noble of a loyal band
Upon a brainsick faction of the land:
His conduct, his submission to the crown,
T'advance arm'd or unarm'd, and lay arms down:
His scorn of lucre, care of keeping faith,
His matchless constancy in meeting death.
They'll doubt what epithets, great, generous
Suit best, or loyal, or magnanimous.

Whether more splendor to his name do bring,
His actings, or his suff'rings for his king.

W. D.

Yet still his Prince's wrongs redress'd.
He did invade his native land,

Yet wanted ne'er his king's command:
His country-men he fought, he kill'd,
Yet ne'er but traitors blood he spill'd,
He scourg'd the land, did tyrannise,
Yet only rebels did chastise.

He caus'd the subjects liberties,
Advanc'd the king's prerogatives;
Our edicts he did still neglect,
Th' ancient laws he did respect;
An apostate he branded was,

Yet still maintain'd the good old cause:
He lik'd not well our church's form,
Yet to the scriptures did conform.
He's excommunicate, and why?
He sinn'd too much in loyalty.
He dies a rebel to the crown,
Yet for the king his life lays down:
He's punish'd as a murtherer,
Yet's hang'd a valiant martyr:
His courage here was sole Roman,
His imitation's Christian.

Our wits consult him how to shame
And yet our wits procure his fame:
Alive and dead thus he doth prove
The equal but of hate and love.

Expect not here, in things complext,
That mid-mouth'd distinction 'twixt
True and false: And such like moe,
'Twixt really and deemed so:
To reconcile thy doubts. Attend
Till our posterity shall lend
Their sense upon the matter; so
The mother then shall let thee know
The daughter, polish'd fair and clear
From errors. Then perhaps you'll hear
Them say, His life's his country's fame,
His usage and his death their shame.

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S Golgotha Furcam.
Funera Tumbam.

Consult with after-times, they'll tell
What we delight not to reveal.

Our off-spring will the truth discover,
Where we took pains the truth to smother:
Advise with times-recorder: Come,
He'll give you reasons why we're dumb ;.
My prince bids me but only say,
Montrose's bones we here did lay;
The pious dust forbids me breath
Aught of his usage or his death,
Lest sober infidels should spy
Our church's weakness, and deny
The gospel for our sakes, and cry,
"His death's his country's obloquy.'

SER

On the great Montrose.

ERAPHIC Soul, what heavenly powers combine
To re-inter these sacred bones of thine?

Thy glorious relicts, by malice bonds detain'd

In silent grave, will no more be restrain'd,
But must appear in triumph, glad to see
The blessed year of Britons jubilee:
Should there a Phoenix from thy ashes rise,
Would not all nations it idolatrise?
Thy noble stem and high extraction
Was beautified with such perfection,
As makes thee still to be thy nation's glory,
Europe's great wonder, stately theme of story:
Thy valorous actings far transcend the praise
Of tongues or pens, or these my rural lays;
Therefore I must so high a subject leave,
And what I cannot speak, or write, conceive.

Mr. John Chalmers.

A Reflection on the first and second Funerals of the great

Montrose.

AMAZED with these glorious shews, I find
crowd of fancies struggling in my mind;

Staggering me in a doubt, which will be chief,
A grievous joy or a rejoicing grief.

While I behold the trophies of thy worth,
With all this joy and splendor now set forth;
And hear thy name, perfumed by the state,
With titles of so loyal and so great;
And see pure honour in so lofty strains,
Hov'ring above thy late disdain'd remains.
Thy parboil'd parched head, and thy dry bones,
Courted by Mars and Pallas both at once.