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'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale."

Is there in human form, that bears a heart,
A wretch, a villain, lost to love and truth,
That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art,
Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth?
Curse on his perjured arts! dissembling smooth!
Are honor, virtue, conscience, all exiled?
Is there no pity, no relenting ruth,

Points to the parents fondling o'er their child? Then paints the ruin'd maid, and their distraction wild

But now the supper crowns their simple board,
The halesome parritch, chief o' Scotia's food:
The soupe' their only hawkie2 does afford,

That 'yont the hallan3 snugly chows her cood:
The dame brings forth, in complimental mood,

To grace the lad, her weel-hain'd kebbuck, fell,' And aft he's prest, and aft he ca's it guid:

The frugal wifie, garrulous, will tell,

How 'twas a towmond" auld, sin' lint was i' the bell.

The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face,
They, round the ingle, form a circle wide;
The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace,
The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride;
His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside,

His lyart haffets' wearing thin and bare;
Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide,

1 Milk. 2 Cow.

8 Porch.

4 Well-saved cheese. Gray temples.

5 Biting.

6 Twelvemonth.

He wales1 a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship GOD!" he says, with solemn air.

They chant their artless notes in simple guise;

They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim:
Perhaps "Dundee's" wild-warbling measures rise,
Or plaintive" Martyrs," worthy of the name;
Or noble "Elgin" beet" the heaven-ward flame,
The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays:
Compared with these Italian trills are tame;

The tickled ear no heartfelt raptures raise;
Nae unison hae they with our Creator's praise.

The priest-like father reads the sacred page,
How Abram was the friend of GOD on high;
Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage

With Amalek's ungracious progeny;
Or how the royal bard did groaning lie

Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire;
Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry;

Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire;

Or other holy seers that tuned the sacred lyre.

Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme,
How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed;
How HE, who bore in heaven the second name,
Had not on earth whereon to lay His head:
How His first followers and servants sped,
The precepts sage they wrote to many a land:
How he, who lone in Patmos vanished,

Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand:

And heard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command.

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Then kneeling down, to HEAVEN'S ETERNAL KING,
The saint, the father, and the husband prays:
Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing "*
That thus they all shall meet in future days:
There ever bask in uncreated rays,

No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear,
Together hymning their Creator's praise,
In such society, yet still more dear;

While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.

Compared with this, how poor religion's pride,
In all the pomp of method, and of art,
When men display to congregations wide
Devotion's every grace, except the heart!
The Power, incensed, the pageant will desert,
The pompous strain, the sacerdotal stole:
But, haply, in some cottage far apart,

May hear, well pleased, the language of the soul; And in his book of life the inmates poor enrol.

Then homeward all take off their several way;
The youngling cottagers retire to rest:

The parent-pair their secret homage pay,
And proffer up to Heaven the warm request
That HE, who stills the raven's clamorous nest,
And decks the lily fair in flowery pride,
Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best,

For them and for their little ones provide;
But, chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.

From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs.
That makes her loved at home, revered abroad:
Princes and lords are but the breath of kings,

*Pope's "Windsor Forest."

"An honest man's the noblest work of GOD;" And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road,' The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp?-a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined!

O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!

For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent
Long may the hardy sons of rustic toil

Be blest with health, and peace and sweet content!
And, ob! may Heaven their simple lives prevent
From luxury's contagion, weak and vile!
Then, howe'er crown and coronets be rent,
A virtuous populace may rise the while,

And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved isle.

O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide
That stream'd through


Wallace's undaunted

Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride,
Or nobly die, the second glorious part,

The patriot's God, peculiarly Thou art,
His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward!
Oh, never, never, Scotia's realm desert;

But still the patriot, and the patriot-bard,

In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard!

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WHEN chapman billies1 leave the street,
And drouthy neibors neibors meet,
As market days are wearin' late,
And folk begin to tak the gate;3
While we sit bousing at the nappy,4
And gettin' fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps, and stiles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sulky sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter,

As he frae Ayr ae night did canter,

(Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses

For honest men and bonny lasses).

O Tam! hadst thou but been sae wise

As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice!
She tauld thee weel thou wast a skellum.5
A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum. 6
That frae November till October,

Ae market day thou wasna sober;
That ilka melder,* wi' the miller

1 Fellows.

2 Thirsty. 3 Road. 4 Ale. 5 A worthless fellow. 6 A talker of nonsense, a boaster, and a drunken fool. Any quantity of corn sent to the mill is called a melder.

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