Ambition is a meteor-gleam; Fame a restless airy dream; Pleasures, insects on the wing Round Peace, th' tend rest flow'r of spring.

Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.

If there's another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.

God knows, I'm no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.

But of all Nonsense, Religious Nonsense is the most nonsensical; so enough, & more than enough of it - Only, by the bye, will you, or can you tell me, my dear Cunningham, why a religioso turn of mind has always a tendency to narrow and illiberalise the heart?

Even every ray of hope destroyed and not a wish to gild the gloom.