Some fiddlin’ frien’ will tak’ guid care,
And see that ye’re nae dauded[63] sair,
When frail an’ auld;
For Hardies noo are unco rare
Sae that I’m tauld.
A. F.
Lanely Bield.
SONNET IN MEMORY OF ELEANORA BROWN.
Gone! noble spirit, from our mortal view,