Wrote some Months after the Accounts of my Brother's Death, who was killed in Action, July 1st 1763, near to Patna in Bengal. ‘Christian Carstairs’ Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T76883 Carstairs, Christian. Original Poems. By a Lady, Dedicated to Miss Ann Henderson. A Tribute to Gratitude and Friendships. Edinburgh Andrew Shortrede 1786 p. 28.

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April 1764. Wrote some Months after the Accounts of my Brother's Death , who was killed in Action , July 1st 1763 , near to Patna in Bengal . WHen unobserv'd — and all around seem gay , In mournful thought o'er Patna's field I stray ; His dear Remains , which unentomb'd lie there , Collect each atom with a sister's care . No spot unhallow'd — by my silent grief , And this alone can give my mind relief ; When rais'd to him — where blest in God above , Does only truth and virtue still approve ; But back to Earth distracted do I flie , Pale , lifeless , mangl'd , there I see him lie ! His streaming Blood ! — O Heaven avert the stroke , Nor to a Parent His death was concealed from his Father for six months . let the sight be brought , Enough to discord May an impartial hand Trace every virtue that I might commend .