Yet aft a ragged cowte's been known For monie a day. For you, right reverend O*******, Nane sets the lawn-sleeve sweeter, Although a riband at your lug Wad been a dress completer: As ye disown yon paughty dog That bears the keys of Peter, Then, swith! an' get a wife to hug, Or, trouth! ye'll stain the mitre Some luckless day. King Henry V. + Sir John Falstaff: vide Shakspeare. Ye, lastly, bonnie blossoms a', Ye royal lasses dainty, Heaven make you guid as weel as braw, An' gie you lads a-plenty : But sneer nae British boys awa', XV. God bless you a"! consider now, An' I hae seen their coggie fou, That yet hae tarrow't at it; But or the day was done, I trow, The laggen they hae clautet Fu' clean that day. THE VISION. DUAN FIRST.† THE sun had closed the winter day, The curlers quat their roaring play, An' hunger'd maukin ta'en her way To kail-yards green, While faithless snaws ilk step betray Whare she has been. The thresher's weary flingin-tree, Ben i' the spence, right pensivelie, There, lanely, by the ingle cheek, I sat and eyed the spewing reek, An' heard the restless rattons squeak Alluding to the newspaper account of a certain roya! sailor's amour. + Duan, a term of Ossian's for the different divisions of a digressive poem. See his Cath-Loda, vol. ii. ef M'Pherson's translation. All in this mottie, misty clime, I backward mused on wasted time, How I had spent my youthfu' time, And done naething, But stringin blethers up in rhyme, For fools to sing. Had I to guid advice but harkit, While here, half mad, half fed, half sarkit, I started, muttering, blockhead! coof! And heaved on high my waukit loof, To swear by a' yon starry roof, Or some rash aith, That I, henceforth, would be rhyme-proof Till my last breath When click! the strink the snick did draw; And jee! the door gaed to the wa'; An' by my ingle-lowe I saw, Now bleezin bright, A tight, outlandish hizzie, braw, Come full in sight. Ye need na doubt, I held my whisht; The infant aith, half-form'd, was crusht; I glowr'd as eerie's I'd been dusht In some wild glen; When sweet, like modest worth, she blusht, Green, slender, leaf-clad holly-boughs By that same token; A "hair-brain'd, sentimental trace," Shone full upon her; Her eye, e'en turn'd on empty space, Beam'd keen with honour. Down flow'd her robe, a tartan sheen; Till half a leg was scrimply seen; And such a leg! my bonnie Jean Could only peer it; Sae straught, sae taper, tight, and clean, Nane else came near it. Her mantle large, of greenish hue, My gazing wonder chiefly drew; And seem'd, to my astonish'd view, Here, rivers in the sea were lost; There, mountains to the skies were tost: Here, tumbling billows mark'd the coast, With surging foam; There, distant shone art's lofty boast, The lordly dome. The Wallaces. + William Wallace. + Adam Wallace, of Richardton, cousin to the immortal preserver of Scottish independence. § Wallace, Laird of Craigie, who was second in com mand, under Douglas Earl of Ormond, at the famous battle on the banks of Sark, fought anno 1418. That glorious victory was principally owing to the judicious conduct, and intrepid valour of the gallant Laird of Craigie, who died of his wounds after the action. Coilus, King of the Picts, from whom the district of Kyle is said to take its name, lies buried, as tradition says, near the family-seat of the Montgomeries of Coil'sfield, where his burial-place is still shown. Barskimming the seat of the Lord Justice Clerk. ** Catrine, the seat of the late Doctor and present Professor Stewart. |