ADDRESS TO THE DEIL.1 Oh Prince! Oh Chief of many throned Pow'rs, O THOU! whatever title suit thee, Milton. Closed under hatches, To scaud poor wretches Hear me, auld Hangie, for a wee, To skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me, An' hear us squeel! Great is thy pow'r, an' great thy fame ;5 Whyles, ranging like a roarin lion, Whyles in the human bosom pryin, Unseen thou lurks. I've heard my reverend Graunie say, 1 It was, I think, in the winter, as we were going together with carts for coal to the family fire (and I could yet point out the particular spot), that the author first repeated to me the "Address to the Deil." The curious idea of such an address was suggested to him by running over in his mind the many ludicrous accounts and representations we have from various quarters of this august personage.-G. B. 4 Strike. 3 Wooden dish. 2 Dashest. 5 The third stanza was originally Lang syne in Eden's happy scene, When strappin' Adam's days were green, My dearest part, A dancin', sweet, young, handsome quean 6 Flaming pit. 7 Neither bashful nor apt to be scared. 8 Uncovering. Or where auld ruin'd castles, gray, Ye fright the nightly wand'rer's way, Wi' eldritch croon.' When twilight did my Graunie summon, Or, rustlin, thro' the boortries3 comin, Ae dreary, windy, winter night, The stars shot down wi' sklentin' light, Ayont the lough; Ye, like a rash-bush,5 stood in sight, Wi' waving sugh. The cudgel in my nieve" did shake, 8 Awa ye squatter'd, like a drake, On whistling wings. Let warlocks9 grim, an' wither'd hags, And in kirk-yards renew their leagues, Thence, countra wives, wi' toil an' pain, By witching skill; An' dawtit, 13 twal-pint1 Hawkie's gaen As yell's1 the bill.16 Thence, mystic knots mak great abuse, By cantraip1 wit, Is instant made no worth a— 1 Frightful moan. Just at the bit. 2 Humming. 4 Slanting. 9 Wizards. 14 Twelve-pint. 19 Magical. 3 The shrub elder, common in the hedges of barn-yards. 5 A bush of rushes. 6 Fist. 7 Hoarse. 8 Fluttered. 10 Ragwort. 11 Digged up. 15 Barren. 12 Churn. 16 Bull. 17 Courageous. 13 Fondled. When thowes' dissolve the snawy hoord,2 By your direction, An' nighted Trav'llers are allur'd To their destruction. An' aft your moss-traversing Spunkies3 Till in some miry slough he sunk is, Ne'er mair to rise. When Masons' mystic word an' grip, Aff straught to hell. Lang syne, in Eden's bonnie yard, The raptur'd hour, Sweet on the fragrant, flow'ry swaird, In shady bow'r : Then you, ye auld, snec-drawing dog! An' play'd on man a cursed brogue,5 (Black be you fa!) An' gied the infant warld a shog,6 'Maist ruin'd a'. D'ye mind that day, when in a bizz,7 'Mang better folk, An' sklented 10 on the man of Uzz Your spitefu' joke? An' how ye gat him i' your thrall, Wi' bitter claw, An' lows'd11 his ill-tongu'd, wicked Scawl,12 1 Thaws. 2 Hoard. 3 Will-o'-whisp. 4 Trick-contriving. 5 Trick. 6 Shock. 7 Bustle. 8 Smoky clothes. 9 Stunted periwig. 10 Played. 1 Loosed. 12 Scold. 13 Of all. But a' your doings to rehearse, Wad ding3 a' Lallan tongue, or Erse, In prose or rhyme. An' now, auld Cloots, I ken ye're thinkin, Some luckless hour will send him linkin,* But, faith! he'll turn a corner jinkin,5 An' cheat you yet. But, fare you weel, auld Nickie-ben ! Still hae a stake I'm wae to think upo' yon den, Ev'n for your sake! THE DEATH AND DYING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE," THE AUTHOR'S ONLY PET YOWE. AN UNCO MOURNFU' TALE. As Mailie an' her lambs thegither, Wi' glowrin een, an' lifted han's, 1 Fighting. 2 Vide Milton, Book vi.-R. B. 3 Worst. 6 Perhaps. * Tripping. 7 The circumstances of the poor sheep were pretty much as he has described them he had, partly by way of frolic, bought a ewe and two lambs from a neighbour, and she was tethered in a field adjoining the house at Lochlie. He and I were going out with our teams, and our two younger brothers to drive for us, at mid-day; when Hugh Wilson, a curious-looking, awkward boy, clad in plaiding, came to us, with much anxiety in his face, with the information that the ewe had entangled herself in the tether, and was lying in the ditch. Robert was much tickled with Huoc's appearance and postures on the occasion. Poor Mailie was set to rights, and when we returned from the plough in the evening, he repeated to me her "Death and Dying Words," pretty much in the way they now stand.-G. B. 9 Cast. 10 Loop. 11 Wrestled. 12 A neibor herd-callan.-R. B. 8 Hoof. |