〈…〉 Containing ane Entomaistick Character of the Famous City OF DUMBRITTAI●  

THat noble and that ancient Town  
Dumbrittain glorious for renown,  
That stands upon the Silver sides,  
Of Clyde and Leven washed with Tides:  
Two Rivers scorning to change names,  
With Tweed, or Forth, nay not with Thames;  
More venerable none can be,  
If we respect antiquity:  
Or if we look to Situation,  
She is the pride of all the Nation;  
Her port, so safe, so calm, so fair,  
Sole object of the Seaman's prayer;  
Her Fort of such magnificence,  
Is boasted Scotland's chief defence;  
Environed with the scaly legions,  
The Burghers of the brinnie regions;  
Her Buildings Graceful, and her Fields  
Pleasure and profit jointly yields:  
All these are worthy of great praise,  
For which this Town deserves the bays;  
But in this one She doth excel,  
And from all others bears the BELL,  
That in these awless Lawless times,  
Famous for Faction and for Crimes,  
She and She only strives to be,  
Famous for pious Loyalty.  
Therefore Commissioners has sent,  
Indulged Traitors to prevent.  
Her very common Bells do ring,  
Obedience unto the KING,  
That nothing in the Town may be,  
But what may sound their Loyalty,  
Even just like A'rons' Bells of Gold,  
That did both sound and teach of old.  
Dumbrittans' Bell as ye shall hear,  
Can charm the Heart, and Chim the ear,  
An instance whereof ye may mark,  
In honest Thomas Walker Clerk,  
A Man who from this very story,  
May reckoned be Dumbrittains' Glory;  
Just like the Town Clerk in the Acts,  
That was made Famous by such Facts;  
Tho he did but appease a strife,  
But Thomas did convert his Wife,  
And therefore in records of Fame,  
Deserves a far more noble Name;  
This was the way he her converted,  
To Conventicles She had started,  
Wherefore he vowed Her to divorce,  
And would admit of no remorse,  
And that all men might clearly see,  
How Zealous he resolved to be,  
He for the skillet Bell doth call,  
To roap what was in House or Hall;  
That so She might for ay despair  
His person, or his goods to share.  
The Bell doth clank, the Rogue doth cry,  
Who'll Thomas Walkers Goods, come buy;  
For Thomas he his Wife will banish,  
And his whole House he will displenish,  
And teach all Husbands to their shame.  
A Wife's ane easy thing to tame.  
The Woman come of ancient race,  
The watson's chief Men of that plac▪  
Who for their valiant Loyal●● 〈…〉  
Were gifted with the Sacred Tree.  
Then which their's no Tree unto fate.  
A Tenant of a longer date;  
The Watson for his Manly stroke,  
Doth in his Arms bear the Oak.  
Gentle She, and melting hearted,  
At the first noise of this She started,  
And ay the more the Bell it sounded,  
The more, the more She was confounded,  
And now She thought the time was come  
That She would get Queen Vashties D●om  
And did begin to fear the worst,  
And in Her Heart fanatics cursed,  
And their debauched and lawless Meetings,  
That are Profane and Godless Cheat,  
That discord make in Church and State,  
And in all Family's debate.  
But chiefly thought Herself accursed,  
That from Her dear must be divorced:  
Her head was full of doleful notions:  
Her Heart with melancholy motions:  
Her words with sighs all checkered are,  
And with Her hair Her hands made War  
But still the Bells most shameful sound;  
Her heart with grief did most confound.  
And had not Friends by Intercession,  
Caused Thomas pardon Her Transgressing  
Then suddenly Her fatal Breath  
Had paid its last arrears to Death  
But now all Persons Her do see  
A Zealot in Conformity.  
Who Poison in Her Meat would d 〈…〉  
Far sooner than offend a Bishop,  
And with impatience doth endure it  
To hear ane ill word of a Curate  
When primrose in December gr●●  
And Rivers over Mountain's flo●  
And when the Load stone hats●●●…  
And when the Sun goes no m●●…  
When night turns day, and ●  
In motion grows Irregular;  
And when the 〈…〉  
And when a Poor Man's ho 〈…〉  
And when a Whig endueed w●●● 〈…〉  
With courage or with courtesy;  
Then shall our convert grow so 〈…〉  
Once more to try a Conventicle.  
Sure this would bring us all to e 〈…〉  
And free us of our miseries,  
If King and Counsel kent the kne●●  
Of honest Thomas Walker 's Bell.    

Printed Anno 1685.