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SIR ARCHIBALD THE WICKED.
The more upright our actions here,
We will at last have less to fear.
One proof, to make this adage plain,
Our Carrick Knight was ready still
But good men saw their pray’rs at last Come down upon the Baron fast; They sightless saw his eye, that ne’er Was wet with sympathetic tear; They nerveless saw his arm and hand, Red with the blood of half the land ; They saw his fear-inspiring form Dissolve in pestilential swarm; And wrench'd they saw his putrid frame, Ere Death to his assistance came.
No sooner fled away the sprite
One from Bargany' takes Kilkerran, 2
Except the roaring of the main, All now was silent round Culzean.
1 The seat of Sir H. Dalrymple, M. P. for Ayrshire. 2 The seat of Sir James Ferguson Bart. 3 The seat of Thomas Kennedy of Dunure, Esq. 4 The seat of James Fergusson, Esq. Advocate. 5 The seat of Lord Alloway. 6 The seat of Sir David Hunter Blair, Bart. 7 The seat of A. Boswell, Esq. 8 The seat of Sir James Ferguson, Bart. 9 The seat of R. A. Oswald, Esq. 10. The seat of Lord Montgomerie. 11 The seat of Earl Moira. 12 The seat of John Boyle, Esq. 13 The seat of the Earl of Eglintoun.
Escutcheons on the castle wall Proclaim Sir Arch'bald's death to all :
And waxen tapers bright at noon
Thus they go on to sigh and pray, Until arrives the funeral day
The passing-bell of Minnibole
Since Coila's dauntless sons arose Ambitious Hacho to oppose, From wild Glen-Nap to Misty-Law, None ever such a bustle saw. Lord, knight, and squire, in mourning weed, On to the scene of death proceed ;