Obedience true o’er-riding,
Like birds on flight in highest heaven
And ne’er on earth abiding.
I am so like that dog despised
That with sore wounds is moaning,
But with his tongue has healed his hurts
That caused his painful groaning.
MARY CLARK.
This poetess—Bean Torra dhamh—who was the daughter of Ewen Macpherson, schoolmaster in Laggan, Badenoch, appears to have been a woman of great piety. She began first to compose in English, but her husband, whose name was Clark, persuaded her to compose in Gaelic. At the beginning of this century she went to Inverness to get her poems, some thirty in number, written, she herself being at that time blind, and also to publish them. Her works appeared some time ago, anew edited and very well translated by the Rev. John Kennedy. Mrs Clark is a natural and intelligent singer, but without much freshness or originality. The warmth of her religious feelings renders her pieces more readable than they would otherwise be. She died at Perth at an advanced age.