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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539728" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tragic Death of the Rev. A.H. Mackonochie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friends of humanity, of high and low degree,<br>I pray ye all come listen to me;<br>And truly I will relate to ye,<br>The tragic fate of the Rev. Alexander Heriot Mackonochie. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who was on a visit to the Bishop of Argyle,<br>For the good of his health, for a short while;<br>Because for the last three years his memory had been affected,<br>Which prevented him from getting his thoughts collected. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas on Thursday, the 15th of December, in the year of 1887,<br>He left the Bishop's house to go and see Loch Leven;<br>And he was accompanied by a little skye terrier and a deerhound,<br>Besides the Bishop's two dogs, that knew well the ground. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as he had taken the same walk the day before,<br>The Bishop's mind was undisturbed and easy on that score;<br>Besides the Bishop had been told by some men,<br>That they saw him making his way up a glen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From which a river flows down with a mighty roar,<br>From the great mountains of the Mamore;<br>And this route led him towards trackless wastes eastward,<br>And no doubt to save his life he had struggled very hard. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as Mr Mackonochie had not returned at dinner time,<br>The Bishop ordered two men to search for him, which they didn't decline;<br>Then they searched for him along the road he should have returned,<br>But when they found him not, they sadly mourned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the Bishop heard it, he procured a carriage and pair,<br>While his heart was full of woe, and in a state of despair;<br>He organised three search parties without delay,<br>And headed one of the parties in person without dismay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And each party searched in a different way,<br>But to their regret at the end of the day;<br>Most unfortunately no discovery had been made,<br>Then they lost hope of finding him, and began to be afraid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as a last hope, two night searches were planned,<br>And each party with well lighted lamps in hand<br>Started on their perilous mission, Mr Mackonochie to try and find,<br>In the midst of driving hail, and the howling wind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One party searched a distant sporting lodge with right good will,<br>Besides through brier, and bush, and snow, on the hill;<br>And the Bishop's party explored the Devil's Staircase with hearts full of woe,<br>A steep pass between the Kinloch hills, and the hills of Glencoe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! it was a pitch dark and tempestuous night,<br>And the searchers would have lost their way without lamp light;<br>But the brave searchers stumbled along for hours, but slow,<br>Over rocks, and ice, and sometimes through deep snow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as the Bishop's party were searching they met a third party from Glencoe side,<br>Who had searched bracken and burn, and the country wide;<br>And sorrow was depicted in each one's face,<br>Because of the Rev. Mr Mackonochie they could get no trace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But on Saturday morning the Bishop set off again,<br>Hoping that the last search wouldn't prove in vain;<br>Accompanied with a crowd of men and dogs,<br>All resolved to search the forest and the bogs. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the party searched with might and main,<br>Until they began to think their search would prove in vain;<br>When the Bishop's faithful dogs raised a pitiful cry,<br>Which was heard by the searchers near by. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the party pressed on right manfully,<br>And sure enough there were the dogs guarding the body of Mackonochie;<br>And the corpse was cold and stiff, having been long dead,<br>Alas! almost frozen, and a wreath of snow around the head. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as the searchers gathered round the body in pity they did stare,<br>Because his right foot was stained with blood, and bare;<br>But when the Bishop o'er the corpse had offered up a prayer,<br>He ordered his party to'carry the corpse to his house on a bier. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So a bier of sticks was most willingly and quickly made,<br>Then the body was most tenderly upon it laid;<br>And they bore the corpse and laid inside the Bishop's private chapel,<br>Then the party took one sorrowful look and bade the corpse, farewell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Topaz+McGonagall">William Topaz McGonagall</a><div class=q>
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