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sation, together with his profound knowledge of, and great in. fight into the deep mysteries of the gospel : And his great and extraordinary ability and readiness to assert and defend the truths of God, and the cause of Christ, may not only serve to condemn the quite opposite spirit that prevails so much in our time, but also to excite and itir us up both to lament the lofs we sustained by his death, through the righteous anger of Heaven against us, and to supplicate the divine favour, to raise up instruments for the work of his house, furnished with such qualifications and abilities as were so conspicuous in this great man.






To the Memory of that deservedly esteemed Person,

The Reverend Mr. James CUTHBERT,

Sometime Minister of the Gospel at CULROSS:

Who Died in OCTOBER, 1715.


D. H.

Dotibus illuftris nituit CUTHBERTUS opimis;

Haud peperere Virum tempora noftra parem.
Ornarunt radiis tot eum pulcberrima junctis

Ut caluere omnes ejus amore pii.
LONG did my muse expectant wish to see

Some hero paint the lofty ELEGY:
Long did my weary mind impatient wait
To fee a nobler pencil paint the great,
The good, the eloquent, the peerless man,
Who 'mong Apollo's fav’rites led the van.
CUTHBERT whose name, that still so fresh remains,
Demands the Muses elevated strains.
I'm loth the features here fo bright, fo fine,
Be fully'd with a dusky draught of mine :
But since no curious limners had the heart,
On this fair image to improve their art;
My pen be artless, rather than unjust
To leave a name fo precious in the duft.

My muse like Creesus' son, so long tongue-ty'd,
Had never spoke, had not his father dy'd,
This filial passion sure is due from one
Once honour'd to be Timothy, his son. *
Though cities justly may the censure pass,
That's here a matchless diamond set in brass ;
Yet that which may excuse my feeble toil,
The jewel's thus enhansed by its foil :
And I escape (though by the portrait rude)
The charge of criminal ingratitude.

* So he fometimes designed the Author of thi:

The muse that mourns a church, a nation's fall,
Should have attended Cuthbert's funeral;
To Ahew the universal lofs, and tell
How Zion trembled when this pillar fell :
How fons of Zion weak and feeble grew,
When death to great a champion overthrew :
How Heav'n design'd by such a mighty blow,
No private, but a common overthrow :
And should have plac'd him bright’mong shining names,
That to far distant ages spread their beams.

Hark! ye that knew him, won't ye all avow
Wit charming fat triumphant on his brow?
Won't ye, like echoes, when ye hear his name,
Be foon resounding trumpets of his fame ;
Whose foul, refin'd beyond the common race,
Was cultivate by nature, art, and grace.
He was by temper fuited to his state,
Without inheritance both rich and great:
As generous fpirits manage and command
The wealth that Heav’n bestows, with lib'ral hand;
So knew his happy mind the value just
Of earthly things, nor was enflay'd to dust.

His conversation's aromatic smell
Did strongly melancholic fogs dispel ;
As rushing sun-beams kindly chase away
The gloomy vapours that obscure the day.
Such wealth of wit both grace and nature brought
To fit his mind for loftiness of thought;
So native was his graceful eloquence,
Displaying always fublimated sense.
Such pleature did his balmy lips impart,
That every sentence conquer'd every heart,

The lovely graces in his bofom found
Diffus'd ambrosial oduurs all around.
His ficial charms, with captivating art,
Made him of every company the heart,
The chearful agent of fo sweet a part.
Not fav’ring winds to voyagers at sea,
Nor genial show'rs to parched earth can be
More grateful than his pleasant company.
Still bright and chearing, like the fun at noon,
Ilis mind, his joyful harp was still in tune.

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Hence as to weary swains with toil opprest,
Beneath a fylvan fhade relaxing reft ;
As to the scorched traveller when first
He finds a chrystal stream to quench his thirst:
Such were his virtues bright of every kind,
So sweet, fo chariving to our ravish'd mind.

Too rarely fuch conjunctions e'er take place,
As wit with wisdom, join'd with learning, grace ;
Yet these concent'ring in his manly breast,
Around their pow'rs benign did manifelt.
In him we saw two dillant virtues join'd,
Heroic greatness and a humble mind:
His lofty soul fram'd to invade the skies,
Could stoop with obvious charms to vulgar eyes.
Here also rare disjunctions we could fee,
Great chearfulnels disjoin'd from levity,
And mirth from folly most remote and free.
Thus feem'd he form'd into a Paradise
Of pleasant plants without a weed of vice.

When thrown ’midst dang’rous wild fociety,
He always 'scap'd from their infection free.
His pow'rful rhetroic, like a mighty chain,
Could bind the madness of the frantic brain.
Of empty witlings foon he got the chase,
By ready answers, or of wit or grace ;
Which quickly could the headless ramblers tame,
Or Aluth their conscious cheek with spreading shame.
If lewd buffoons durft e'er before him fit,
Soon were their farcasms mercilefly twit,
Or torn to fhread with happy turns of wit;
Of wit refin'd, which quickly down could throw
Their filly banter with an easy blow.
So strong his inward vigour still remain'd,
Such ground on adverse minds he ever gain'd,
His foul emerg'd undaunted and unftain'd.

His lofty mind that stoop'd to humble things,
Soon to her native skies could stretch her wings;
From earth to heav'n could in a moment move,
From toys below to folid joys above.
And penetrate, with his interior fight,
Celestial regions and the realms of light.

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The heav'ns, so lavish of their rays refin’d,
Shed down whole floods of knowledge on his mind.
He got enobling views of heav'nly bliss;
Saw glorious wonders in that valt abyss.
And what he had divinely learn'd from thence,
Could in fainiliar language foon dispense.
From meaner things his mind without a damp,
Could instantly shine forth a burning lamp,
A flaming banner in Devotion's camp.
Thus heav'n and earth in him did joyful mect,
Nature and grace their lively charms unite.

His mortal lips could touch immortal themes,
And tell IMMANUEL's everlasting names.
Far could he stretch on bold advent'rous wings,
In high discourse and open heav'nly things.
His diction did heroic thoughts display,
Not in the florid nor the bombast way;
But with such high, yet humble rhetoric arm’d,
Nobles were gratify'd, and commons charm’d.

Seraphic principles and graces bright,
In him conspired to display their might.
His language shew'd a judgment most profound,
A depth too large for common lines to found;
Which made both wit and learning quit the field,
And blushing to his brighter talent yield.
Still regnant here found judgment, folid thought,
Truth when he spoke, and triumph when he fought :
His words gave all antagonists a wound,
That did or foon convince, or foon confound :
Such strength of reason gave his breath the found.
Heretics vanquish'd sank beneath the load,
As Dagon fell before the ark of God.
Soon dazzl'd with the shining beams of sense,
And drown'd as with a flood of eloquence.
Such strength of wit and reason kept the field,
Each adverse mind with shame behov'd to yield.
The force of opposition rude was broke,
How soon our eloquent Apollo spoke.
He never once like fierce disputers fought,
That lose their mind in a wild maze of thought.
No loss of thought could shut his fluent lips,
Nor loss of words his lucid thought eclipse.


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