An excellent Satire addressed to Evidence Murray

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To Mr Secretary Murray,
on his turning Evidence, by
the RevdReverend Mr Thomas Drum-
mond, EdrEdinburgh, 1747.

— Quantum mutatus ab illo!

To all that Virtue's holy Ties can boast,

To Truth, to Honour, &and to Manhood lost,

How hast thou wandredwandered fmfrom yethe sacred Road,

The Paths of Honesty, the Pole to God!

O! fallen! fallen from the high Degree

Of spotless Fame &and pure Integrity!
Where 412 (412)

Where all ytthat Gallantry, ytthat fill’dfilled your Breast?

The Pride of Sentiment, yethe Thought profest,professed

Th’The unbiass'dunbiased Principle, yethe gen’rousgenerous Strain,

That warm’dwarmed your Blood, &and beat in ev’ryevery Vein?

All! all are fled! —Once honest, steady, brave—

How great yethe Change!—to Coward, Traitor, Knave?

O! hateful Love of Life! ytthat prompts yethe Mind,

The Godlike, Great &and Good to leave behind,

From Wisdom's Laws, fmfrom Honour's glorious Plan,

From all on Earth, ytthat dignifies the Man,

With Steps unhallow’d,unhallowed wickedly to stray,

And Trust, &and Friendship’s holy Bands betray!

Curs’dCursed Fear of Death. qlsewherelse bugbear Terrors fright

Th’The unmanly Breast fmfrom suff’ringsuffering in the Right;

That strikes yethe Man from th’the elevated State,

From ev’ryevery Character, &and Name of Great,

And throws him down beneath yethe vile Degree

Of galley’dgalleyed Slaves; or Dungeon-Villainy.

O! Murray! Murray! once of Truth approv’dapproved,

Your Prince’s Darling, by his Party lov’dloved

When all were fond your Worth &and Fame to raise,

And ExpectaonExpectation spoke your future Praise

How could you sell ytthat Prince, ytthat Cause, ytthat Fame

For Life enchain'denchained to Infamy &and Shame?

See Arthur, whose undaunted Soul

No Dangers frighten, &and no Fears controulcontrol,

With Unconcern yethe AxAxe &and Block surveys,

And smiles at All yethe dreadful Scene displays;

While undisturb'd,undisturbed his Thoughts so steddysteady keep,

He goes to Death, as others go to Sleep.
Gay 413 (413)
Gay ’midstamidst their Gibbets &and devouring Fire,

What Numbers hardy in yethe Cause expire!

But qtwhat are these to Thee? Examples vain;

Yet see, &and blush, if still the Pow’rPower remain;

Behold yethe menial ✝ Hand, ytthat broke your Bread,

That wip'dwiped your Shoes, &and wtwith your Crumbs was fed,

When Life &and Riches profer’dproffered to his View,

Before his Eyes yethe strong Temptation threw;

Rather than quit Integrity of Heart,

Or act, like You, th’the unmanly Traitor's Part,

Disdains the Purchase of a worthless Life,

And bares his Bosom to yethe butch’ringbutchering Knife,

Each mean Compliance gallantly denies,

And in mute Honesty is brave, and dies.

While You, tho’though tutor'dtutoredfrom your early Youth

To all the Principles of steddysteady Truth;

Tho’Though Station, Birth, &and Character conspire

To kindle in your Breast the manly Fire,

Friends, Reputation, Conscience, all disclaim,

To Glory lost, &and sunk in endless Shame,

For the dull Privilege to breathe the Air,

For everlasting Infamy declare,

And down to late Posterity record,

A Name that's curs'd,cursed abandon'dabandoned &and abhorr’d.abhorred
Go,

✝
John MacNaughton, one of Murray's Ser-
vants, who, when he was upon the Sledge, was
offered his Life &and 30 or 40 £ sterling pr Ann⁊per annum
during Life, provided he would turn Evidence.
He answered, that they had done him much
Honour in ranking him wtwith Gentlemen, &and he hoped
to let the World see, he would suffer like a
Gentleman. He suffered at Carlisle, OctrOctober 18th,
1746 in Company wtwith yethe RevdReverend Mr Coppoch, Arn-
prior, Kinlochmoidart, Major MacDonell, &cetc.

Robert Forbes, A: M:
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Go, Wretch! enjoy yethe Purchase you have gain’dgained,

Scorn &and Reproach your ev’ryevery Step attend;

By all Mankind neglected &and forgot,

Retire to Solitude, retire and rot.

But whither? whither can yethe guilty fly

From yethe devouring Worms, ytthat never die,

Those inward Stings, ytthat rack yethe Villain's Breast,

Haunt his lone Hours, &and break his tortur’dtortured Rest?

'MidstAmidst Caves, ’midstamidst Rocks &and DesartsDeserts you may find

A safe Retreat fmfrom all the Human Kind;

But to qtwhat foreign Region can you run,

Your greatest Enemy, your self, to shun?

Where’erWherever thou go’stgoest, wild Anguish, &and Despair,

And black Remorse attend wtwith hideous Stare,

Tear your distracted Soul wtwith Torments fell,

Your Passions Devils, &and your Bosom Hell!

Thus may you drag your heavy Chain along,

Some Minutes more inglorious Life prolong;

And qnwhen yethe Fates shall cut a Coward’s Breath,

Weary of Being, yet afraid of Death,

If Crimes, like thine, hereafter are forgiv’nforgiven,

Judas &and Murray, both, may go to Heav’n!heaven