It is delightful to mark the strong amor patriæ displayed in the following lines addressed to a young lady who was going to India:
Shall we once more then meet on Albion's coast,
Before, my dear, in India you're a toast?
There gilded pleasures wait your jet-black eyes,
And Asian youths for Scots Maria dies.
Yes! they may die—and die—and die again,
But ye's return, and wed a Scotish swain—
Or wed him there.
We shall conclude our extracts with the following magnificent effusion, the exact meaning of which kindred minds only can understand.
Sept. 13, 1786.