THE FAREWELL. "The valiant, in himself, what can he suffer! To those whose bliss, whose being hangs upon him, And weakly weeps his fortune like a coward. THOMSON'S Edward and Eleanora, FAREWELL, old Scotia's bleak domains, A faithful brother I have left, My Smith, my bosom frien'; Oh then befriend my Jean! What bursting anguish tears my heart! Wafts me from thee, dear shore ! It rustles, and whistles I'll never see thee more! For lack o' thee I leave this much-loved shore, R. B.-Kyle. WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF A COPY OF THE POEMS, PRESENTED TO ONCE fondly loved and still remembered dear: And when you read the simple artless rhymes, Or haply lies beneath th' Atlantic's roar. VERSES WRITTEN UNDER VIOLENT GRIEF. ACCEPT the gift a friend sincere Though 'twad my sorrows lessen. My morning raise sae clear and fair, You think I'm glad; oh, I pay weel In solitude-then, then I feel My deeply-ranklin' sorrow. Farewell! within thy bosom free would 80 sore have cannot sometimes For instance, there's yoursel' just now, And should some patron be so kind, I doubt nae, sir, but then we'll find And in your lug, most reverend James, Few men o' sense will doubt your claims And when ye're numbered wi' the dead, Wi' justice they may mark your head- krow, great ear bellow cattle And faith ye'll no be lost a whit, Though waired on Willie Chalmers. Auld truth hersel' might swear ye're fair, And honour safely back her, spent one such two, eyes no offer prim, powdered TAM SAMSON'S ELEGY. "An honest man's the noblest work of God."-POPE. HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great M'Kinlay thrawn his heel? To preach and read? 66 Na, war than a'! cries ilka chielTam Samson's deid! Kilmarnock lang may grunt and grane, And sigh, and sob, and greet her lane, And cleed her bairns, man, wife, and wean, To death she's dearly paid the kane Tam Samson's deid! The brethren o' the mystic level May hing their head in woefu' bevel, Like ony bead; Death's gi'en the lodge an unco devel- - When Winter muffles up his cloak, Wha will they station at the cock ?-- He was the king o' a' the core, To guard, or draw, or wick a bore,§ See note, p. 53. Guard stones at the mark. (a preacher) worse, every one dead groan weep, alone clothe, child tribute (masons) hang, posture any blow lake who, mark company Go straight to the mark, G Tam Samson's deid! In vain auld age his body batters; Now every auld wife, greetin', clatters Owre many a weary hag he limpit, Now he proclaims, wi' tout o' trumpet, When at his heart he felt the dagger, Wi' weel-aimed heed; broad weeping over, moss-ditch still, other jumped enmity blast "Ir's five!" he cried, and owre did stagger- Ilk hoary hunter mourn'd a brither; Where Burns has wrote in rhyming blether, There low he lies, in lasting rest; each, brother stone nonsense Stones not reaching this line are removed. +Feathery legged, bravely crow |