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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Friends of humanity, of high and low degree, I pray ye all come listen to me; And truly I will relate to ye, The tragic fate of the Rev. Alexander Heriot Mackonochie. Who was on a visit to the Bishop of Argyle, For the good of his health, for a short while; Because for the last three years his memory had been affected, Which prevented him from getting his thoughts collected. 'Twas on Thursday, the 15th of December, in the year of 1887, He left the Bishop's house to go and see Loch Leven; And he was accompanied by a little skye terrier and a deerhound, Besides the Bishop's two dogs, that knew well the ground. And as he had taken the same walk the day before, The Bishop's mind was undisturbed and easy on that score; Besides the Bishop had been told by some men, That they saw him making his way up a glen. From which a river flows down with a mighty roar, From the great mountains of the Mamore; And this route led him towards trackless wastes eastward, And no doubt to save his life he had struggled very hard. And as Mr Mackonochie had not returned at dinner time, The Bishop ordered two men to search for him, which they didn't decline; Then they searched for him along the road he should have returned, But when they found him not, they sadly mourned. And when the Bishop heard it, he procured a carriage and pair, While his heart was full of woe, and in a state of despair; He organised three search parties without delay, And headed one of the parties in person without dismay. And each party searched in a different way, But to their regret at the end of the day; Most unfortunately no discovery had been made, Then they lost hope of finding him, and began to be afraid. And as a last hope, two night searches were planned, And each party with well lighted lamps in hand Started on their perilous mission, Mr Mackonochie to try and find, In the midst of driving hail, and the howling wind. One party searched a distant sporting lodge with right good will, Besides through brier, and bush, and snow, on the hill; And the Bishop's party explored the Devil's Staircase with hearts full of woe, A steep pass between the Kinloch hills, and the hills of Glencoe. Oh! it was a pitch dark and tempestuous night, And the searchers would have lost their way without lamp light; But the brave searchers stumbled along for hours, but slow, Over rocks, and ice, and sometimes through deep snow. And as the Bishop's party were searching they met a third party from Glencoe side, Who had searched bracken and burn, and the country wide; And sorrow was depicted in each one's face, Because of the Rev. Mr Mackonochie they could get no trace. But on Saturday morning the Bishop set off again, Hoping that the last search wouldn't prove in vain; Accompanied with a crowd of men and dogs, All resolved to search the forest and the bogs. And the party searched with might and main, Until they began to think their search would prove in vain; When the Bishop's faithful dogs raised a pitiful cry, Which was heard by the searchers near by. Then the party pressed on right manfully, And sure enough there were the dogs guarding the body of Mackonochie; And the corpse was cold and stiff, having been long dead, Alas! almost frozen, and a wreath of snow around the head. And as the searchers gathered round the body in pity they did stare, Because his right foot was stained with blood, and bare; But when the Bishop o'er the corpse had offered up a prayer, He ordered his party to'carry the corpse to his house on a bier. So a bier of sticks was most willingly and quickly made, Then the body was most tenderly upon it laid; And they bore the corpse and laid inside the Bishop's private chapel, Then the party took one sorrowful look and bade the corpse, farewell.
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