Classic Poem

Here Stewarts once in triumph reign'd,
And laws for Scotland's weal ordain'd;
But now unroof'd their Palace stands,
Their sceptre 's fall'n to other hands;
Fallen indeed, and to the earth,
Whence grovelling reptiles take their birth. —
The injur'd Stewart-line are gone,
A Race outlandish fill their throne;
An idiot race, to honor lost;
Who know them best despise them most. —

[B] These imprudent lines were answered, very petulantly, by somebody, I believe a Revd. Mr. Hamilton. — In a M.S.S. where I met with the answer, I wrote below —