verses written with a pencil

over the chimney—piece in the parlour of the inn at kenmore, taymouth.

admiring nature in her wildest grace,

these northern scenes with weary feet i trace;

o'er many a winding dale and painful steep,

th' abodes of covey'd grouse and timid sheep,

my savage journey, curious, i pursue,

till fam'd breadalbane opens to my view.—

the meeting cliffs each deep-sunk glen divides,

the woods wild scatter'd, clothe their ample sides;

th' outstretchingke, imbosomed 'mong the hills,

the eye with wonder and amazement fills;

the tay meand'ring sweet in infant pride,

the pce rising on his verdant side,

thewns wood-fring'd in nature's native taste,

the hillocks dropt in nature's careless haste,