What! must deserted Poesy still weep Where her last hopes with pious COWPER sleep? Unless, perchance, from his cold bier she turns, To deck the turf that wraps her minstrel, BURNS! No! though contempt hath marked the spurious brood, The race who rhyme from folly, or for food, Yet still some genuine sons 'tis hers to boast, Who, least affecting, still affect the most: Feel as they write, and write but as they feel— Bear witness GIFFORD, SOTHEBY, MACNEIL.
MACNEIL, whose poems are deservedly popular, particularly SCOTLAND'S Scaith, and the Waes of War, of which ten thousand copies were sold in one month.
