MY LAST WILL.

WHILE sober folks, in humble prose,
Estate, and goods, and gear dispose,
A poet surely may disperse

His moveables in doggrel verse;

And fearing death my blood will fast chill, I hereby constitute my last will.

Then wit ye me to have made o'er
To Nature my poetic lore;

To her I give and grant the freedom
Of paying to the bards who need 'em
As many talents as she gave,
When I became the Muse's slave.

Thanks to the god, who made me poor!
No lukewarm friends molest my door,
Who always shew a busy care
For being legatee or heir:

Of this stamp none will ever follow
The youth that's favour'd by Apollo.
But to those few who know my case,
Nor thought a poet's friend disgrace,
The following trifles I bequeathe,

And leave them with my kindest breath;

Nor will I burden them with payment
Of debts incurr'd, or coffin raiment,
As yet 'twas never my intent
To pass. an Irish compliment.

TO JAMIE RAE,* who oft jocosus
With me partook of cheering doses,
I leave my SNUFF-BOX to regale
His senses after drowsy meal,

And wake remembrance of a friend
Who lov'd him to his latter end:
But if this pledge should make him
And argue like memento mori,

sorry,

He may beqeath't 'mong stubborn fellows, To all the finer feelings callous,

Who thinks that parting breath's a sneeze To set sensations all at ease.

TO OLIPHANT,† my friend, I legate
Those scrolls poetic which he may get,
With ample freedom to correct

Those writs I ne'er could retrospect,
With power to him and his succession
To print and sell a new impression :
And here I fix on Ossian's head
A domicile for Doric reed,

With as much power ad Musa bona
As I in propria persona.

* Solicitor at law, and the Poet's intimate friend..
Late Bookseller in Edinburgh.

TO HAMILTON* I give the task-
Outstanding debts to crave and ask;
And that my Muse he may not dub ill,
For loading him with so much trouble,
My debts I leave him singulatim,
As they are mostly desperatim.

To WOODS, whose genius can provoke
His passions to the bowl or sock,
For love to thee, and to the nine,
Be my immortal Shakespeare thine:
Here may you thro' the alleys turn,
Where Falstaff laughs, where heroes mourn,
And boldly catch the glowing fire
That dwells in raptures on his lyre.
Now at my dirge (if dirge there be!)
Due to the Muse and poetry
Let HUTCHISON† attend, for none is
More fit to guide the ceremonies;
As I in health with him would often
This clay-built mansion wash and soften,
So let my friends with him partake
The gen'rous wine at dirge or wake.-
And I consent to registration
Of this my will for preservation,
That patent it may be, and seen
In WALTER'S Weekly Magazine.

* Solicitor at law, and another of the Poet's friends.

† A Tavern keeper.

Witness whereof, these presents wrote are By William Blair, the public notar,

And for the tremor of my hand,

Are sign'd by him at my command.

R. F. x his Mark.

CODICILE

TO ROB. FERGUSSON'S LAST WILL

WHEREAS, by test'ment, dated blank,
Inroll'd in the poetic rank,

'Midst brighter themes that weekly come
To make parade at Walter's DRUM,
I there, for certain weighty causes,
Produc'd some kind bequeathing clauses,
And left to friends (as 'tis the custom
With nothing till our death to trust em)
Some tokens of a pure regard

From one who liv'd and died a Bard.
If poverty has any crime in

Teaching mankind the art of rhiming,
Then, by these presents, know all mortals
Who come within the Muse's portals,
That I approve my will aforesaid,
But think that something might be more said,
And only now would humbly seek

The liberty to add and eik

To test❜ment which already made is,
And duly register'd, as said is.

* The Publisher of the Weekly Magazine.