Wi' reverence be it spoken; I've even joined the honoured jorum, When mighty squireships of the quorum Their hydra drouth did sloken. But wi' a Lord! — stand out my shin, Up higher yet my bonnet ! And sic a Lord! — lang Scotch ells twa, But oh for Hogarth's magic power! And how he stared and stammer'd, I sidling sheltered in a nook, I watched the symptoms o' the great, The fient a pride, nae pride had he, Mair than an honest ploughman. Then from his lordship I shall learn One rank as weel's anither; EPISTLE TO MAJOR LOGAN. HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie ! But take it like the unbacked filly, When idly goavan whyles we saunter, Arrests us, then the scaith and banter Hale be your heart! — hale be your fiddle! Come wealth, come poortith, late or soon, And screw your temper-pins aboon, A fifth or mair, The melancholious, lazy croon, O' cankrie care. May still your life from day to day Harmonious flow, A sweeping, kindling, bauld Strathspey — Encore! Bravo! A blessing on the cheery gang But as the clegs o' feeling stang, Are wise or fool. My hand-waled curse keep hard in chase The harpy, hoodock, purse-proud race, Wha count on poortith as disgrace! Their tuneless hearts May fireside discords jar a base But come, your hand, my careless brither, I' th' ither warl', if there's anither And that there is I've little swither About the matter We cheek for chow shall jog thegither ; We've faults and failings - granted clearly, But still, but still - I like them dearly- Ochon for poor Castalian drinkers, And gart me weet my waukrife winkers But by yon moon! and that's high swearin' And every star within my hearin'! And by her een wha was a dear ane! My loss I mourn, but not repent it, By some sweet elf I'll yet be dinted, Faites mes baise-mains respectueuses, And honest Lucky; no to roose you, That sic a couple Fate allows ye To grace your blood. Nae mair at present can I measure, And trowth, my rhymin' ware 's nae treasure ; Sir Bard will do himself the pleasure AN EXPOSTULATION ON A REBUKE ADMINISTERED BY MRS. LAWRIE. RUSTICITY'S ungainly form May cloud the highest mind; But when the heart is nobly warm, Propriety's cold cautious rules But spare poor Sensibility The ungentle, harsh rebuke. ADDRESS TO EDINBURGH. EDINA! Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and towers, |