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Wi' joy unfeigned, brothers and sisters meet,
An each for others' weelfare kindly spiers;?
Each tells the uncos” that he sees or hears :
Anticipation forward points the view.
Gars3 auld claes look amaist as weel's the new ;-
Their master's an' their mistress's command,
The younkers a' are warned to obey ;
An' ne'er, tho' out o' sight, to jauks or play ;
An' mind your duty, duly, morn an' night!
Implore His counsel, an' assisting might;
Jenny wha kens the meaning o' the same,
To do some errands, and convoy her hame.
Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek;
While Jenny haftlins6 is afraid to speak;
Wi' kindly welcome Jenny brings him ben;?
A strappan youth: he taks the mother's eye;
The father cracks o' horses, pleughs, and kye.S
But blate and laithfu,9 scarce can weel behave;
What maks the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave;
|Spiers-inquires. Uncos-uncommon things, news.
3 Gars-makes. Eydent-diligent. Jauk-trifle. Hafflins-partly, half. Ben-in.
Kye-Cows. Blate and laithfu'- bashful and sheepish. 10 The lare- the rest, others.
But now the supper crowns their simple board,
The halesome parritch, chief o' Scotia's food :
That 'yont the hallan? snugly chows her cood:
To grace the lad, her weel-hained kebbuck, fell;
The frugal wifie, garrulous, will tell,
The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face,
They, round the ingle, form a circle wide;
The big ha’-bible, ance his father's pride :
His lyart haffets6 wearing thin an' bare ;
He wales? a portion with judicious care ;
They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim;
Or plaintive “ Martyrs,” worthy of the name;
The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays :
The tickled ears no heart-felt raptures raise;
The priest-like father reads the sacred page,
How Abram was the friend of God on high;
With Amalek's ungracious progeny:
Beneath the stroke of heaven's avenging ire;
Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ;
Hallan-cottage wall. 3 Weel-hained ketbuck— well-kept cheese. 4 Towmond-twelvemonth. 5 Sin' lint, &c.—Since flax was in the flower. Lyart haffets-grey temples.
Wales - chooses, 8 Beets-adds fuel to.
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 banished,
Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand ; And heard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's
command. 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,
In such society, yet still more dear ;
In all the pomp of method and of art,
Devotion's ev'ry 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 enroll. 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,
For them, and for their little ones, provide ;
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,
• 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 thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And, oh may Heaven their simple lives prevent
From Luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then howe'er crowns 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 poured the patriotic tide
That streamed through Wallace's undaunted heart; 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!) O never, never, Scotia's realms desert;
But still the patriot, and the patriot bard, In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard !
VERSES LEFT AT A FRIEND'S HOUSE.
O Thou dread Power, who reign'st above,
I know thou wilt me hear;
I make my prayer sincere.
STUDIES IN ENGLISH POETRY.
The hoary sire—the mortal stroke,
Long, long, be pleas'd to spare !
And show what good men are.
She, who her lovely offspring eyes
With tender hopes and fears,
But spare a mother's tears!
Their hope, their stay, their darling youth,
In manhood's dawning blush ;
Up to a parent's wish!