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THE REV. JOHN MARRIOT, M. A.
Ashestiel, Ettricke Forest.
The scenes are desart now and bare,
Where flourished once a forest fair,
Since he, so grey and stubborn now,
“ Here, in my shade," methinks he'd say, “ The mighty stag at noontide lay: The wolf I've seen, a fiercer game, (The neighbouring dingle bears his name,) With lurching step around me prowl, And stop against the moon to howl;