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Clarke, . 212 f ankee National Anthem, . 216 'he Trent's been Outraged, . . 217 Dur Wee Lassie Wean, . . 219 milie's Wedding, . . 221 Tommy Bodkin, . 223 To Arms ! my Country To A irms . 225 The Prince's Welcome, . . 227 Song, .... . 228 Lines to John Livingston, . 229 Isabella, . 230 Epigram, . 230 Betsy Stratton, . 231 Lines, . 231 Cheerfal Harry, . 232 To A. B. L. Street, . . 232 To Dr. Livingstone, 1 . 233 -^iS^iW'J' hxu. 'i4f im Mh^A ■■i\ it ; ^ *• n'M i ,r)ii::» if 'tiif' DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS ; A FIRESIDE DRAMA, &c. DISCUKSOEY RUMINATIONS ON MEN AND THINGS. That I'm no scholar every body knows, And so did tho Professors of the College In which I graduated, yet my foes "Will grant, of men and things I have some knowl- edge ; But how acquired, if not by intuition, I frankly own, exceeds my erudition. Some fifty years I've sojourned here below, Midst joys, and griefs, and cares, like other mortals, And still, as years advance? and grey hairs grow. And death begins to show his dismal portals, I feel just as I did in former seasons. Yet, for this fact, can give no valid reasons. I, from my window, mark the rising tide Sweep up our Bay in all its ^ ride and fury, 2 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. Engulfing everything from side to side, Nor waits consent of either judge or jury ; All are its prey, rocks, shells, and slimy boulders Are each in turn submerged o'er head and shoulders. And when at flood, how beautiful it seems ; All loathsomeness is hid beneath its vaters, While o'er its surface sport the brilliant beams Of old King Phcebus. These his lovely daughters. Like every other daughter, bright, elastic, But yet, withal, as changeful and fantastic. All love and radiance while fortune smiles On him they've smitten, the devoted lover ; All coy, and chary of their witching wiles If that same fortune's frown should o'er him hover 5 Let it grow blacker, burst, then mark his wonder To find himself forsaken midst the thunder. E 'en while I sit the tide again recedes, And leaves all as before, black, loathsome, ugly ; A cloud of seabirds settle 'mong the weeds. And make their prey of mollusks, bedded snugly Among the rocks, nor deem'd themselves in danger Till that broad bill said, " Come in, little stranger." Just so with man as with the mollusk — now He thinks himself all right, his cup is flowing, His business prosp'rous, health sits on his brow, His ledger's in the safe, a fair wind blowing, That wafts his vessel o'er the main with oddities Of eyery kind and class, call'd " Rare commodities.'* DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. •s, ns iughtcrs» ira hover ' iider mugly langer inger." DW, ies iities." He rubs his hands, he strokes his beard, and then Struts to his desk with self congratulation, And wonders why John Smith, the fool, could pen Such nojisenae as his last communication Coniain'd, about bad luck, and so forth. " Verily, I thank myself for getting on so merrily." Vain fool ! while yet in reverie, he hears His office door play click, a stripling enters. " A message, sir, from London," — disappears. And then, with fear and trembling, Coffee ventures To break the seal, and learns that Reade and Pollars Are bankrupt in a good rouuvi million dollars. The colour blanches from his cheek and lips, He staggers to a chair, with look heart-rending ; Now banish'd from his mind all jeers and quips. His head and hands low o'er his knees are bending. The sudden change had brought on this revulsion, And left him almost in a dead convulsion. I am no Doctor, therefore can't prescribe For ailments heir'd by either mind or body ; But, if he ask'd me, I would say imbibe A good stiff tumbler of Scotch whisky toddy ; Then read John Smith's epistle, and refrain From ever sneering at bad luck again. Suppose he tried this cure, and found it good, And also let us hope he's getting better, But still he's in a lowly, pensive mood. 4 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. When all at once he gets another letter To tell him of a still more fearful evil, — His ships and goods had all gone to the devil. The wind went down, and then uprose a storm, Which sported with his great ship like a totum, And ere its wrath was spent, that gallant form Went down headforemost to the csLxej bottom ; The crew, thank God, were saved, all else was undone. As sure as Reade and Pollars were in London. This was too much for Coffee's strength of mind, He sank beneath the blow he could not parry ; Then went out one night, cursing all mankind, And drown'd himself in an old work'd out quarry. The mollusk could not drown, but made good eating, — He could not swim, so there was no retreating. This, bear in mind, dear reader, false or fair, * Altho' I seriously recommended A drink to Coffee, of the stingo ware, Its over use, should be much reprehended, — I am not now, nor e'er will be teetotal. But still advise abstinence from the bottle. For fifty years, as I have said before, I've wander'd here and there, and God knows whither; This carries me abaft to days of yore, When in youth's bud I roam'd among the heather, DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 6 And smelt its perfume ; not on hills where itch is, — Confound the kilt, I like warm wooDen breeches. Don't storm or fume, dear, honest Maister Mae^ You know yourself, that any common hurdles Can't stand the tear and wear, the ticlit and slack Of Alpine winters, more than plumeless birdies ; And, Donald, well ye know, the heating creature Is needed there as well's in common nature. I like my kail, my crowdie, and my dram Of Athol-brose, when well mixed up with honey ; I also like both bannock, beef and ham. And don't turn up my nose at ready money ; But then I spend it equally as freely As ever grace o'ershadow'd Horace Greely. The bagpipes, when I hear them, well I love, — They touch my inner feelings to a shaving ; They lift me to the heights, beyond, above, Where snow lies deep, and winter winds are raving ; But still, I would much rather hear a fiddle Beside a fire give forth its jink and diddle. 0, could I rise upon the wings of morn, I'd seek thro' yonder spheres my natal bigging. And ere the moon again had fiUed her horn, I'd sit stride legs upon its dear auld rigging, And wave aloft in pride my " Auld Blue Bonnet," And sing aloud the sang I made upon it. Here I'm diverging from my former theme, 6 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. But who can blame me for that same digression ; I'm in the land of those most dear to fame, And see them all march past me in procession ; A countless host, beyond all calculation, Are those that wreath the laurels of our nation. First in the van comes him who dar'd defy The might of all the host which Ned commanded,- Till treachery to valour gave the lie, And so poor Wallace was to Edward handed By base Monteith. Oh ! may the DevU speed him In hell, as Wallace did on earth — for freedom. >. Next comes King Robert, mounted on \is steed, A low siz'd, true bred, cross grained Highland sheltie. Not much unlike the one I used to lead When running messages for Robert Keitit — All life and vigour, nimble as a monkey. But stubborn as a thorough Irish donkey. This was the steed he rode when great Bohun Came forth in all his might to end the battle ; But Robert was not so to be undone, — He raised his axe with pith, and made it rattle Against the champion's helmet, midst his capering, Thus ending, witli one blow, his life and vapouring. King Edward star'd, and scratch'd his Royal head, And almost ceas'd to breathe, on thus beholding DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. ression ; ssion ; ition. imanded, — ded 3ed him )m. !teed, Highland m ;tle ; rattle pering, curing. head, olding A warrior of such fame laid with the dead ; Then turning to one John Bidl, squire of Bolding, He said, we'll have the devil to pay to-morrow ; Jf this goes on, I fear we'll come to sorrow, And so they did, as history relates. You'll find it in Macaulay, Hume and others. How, on the day of Bannockburn, the fates Combin'd against the South, and how that mothers* Even to this day, bemoan the sad mishanter Which sent Ned southward at so quick a canter. But be that as it may, the field was won. And Douglas gave the king a Scotch conveyance As far as Dunbar, when he nimbly run Into the Castle, nor did stop to say once, Good night to Douglas, which was scarcely manners In the proud leader of a hundred banners. Those times are gone, however. Now John Bull And San die are the very best of brothers : They smoke and sing, and take a hearty pull Of London Porter, cheek by jowl, like others ; And when some foreign wrong requires a righting, Shoulder to shoulder you will find them fighting. This is just as it should be. As for Pat, He is not in all things quite so agreeable ; He'll do the drinking, till as blind's a bat, — And as for fighting, there are none more fee-able ; In any quarrel with Frank, Turk or Tartar, He'll do his sharfe, and never ask for quarter. 8 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. But then this is his nature, and his heart Is ever found to be just where it should be ; In every play he freely takes his part With ecstacy. If he but only coidd be Once reconciled to the obnoxious Saxon, A better fellow, monarch ne'er laid tax on. But who comes next amidst this wondrous throng, With martial music, sweeter, louder sounding ? >, A choir of minstrels, breathing forth a song To Liberty. The hills and vales surrounding Ee-echo back its cadence with such fervour As fires the blood of the most cool observer. Old Ossian, blind and gray, leads on the train, And strings his lyre to sing of ancient story ; When Ca)sar, with his legions, strove in vain To dim the lustre of old Scottish glory, But found at last our old sires so unbendable, He curs'd and left them — which was most commend- able, i / Like every dog, the Komans had their day. Which in the sequel prov'd a rather long one ; Just at its dawn poor Remus bit the clay, And Romulus, the scoundrel, prov'd a strong one. Who gave encouragement where'er he lorded To every vagabond the earth afforded. Just think, for instance, of the dastard, when He gave a ball to all the Sabine wenches, I DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 9 Then raised a muss, when each took to his den A handsome quean to sport behind the trenches, And left their fathers and young gallants railing, And maidens, left behind, in madness wailing. No Priest, so far as I know, was called in To solemnize this most unholy pairing ; No wonder there arose a cursed din Among the actors in this deed of daring : But all came well, the ladies seal'd the paction, And thus prevejited a most deadly action. Now this was generous in the ladies, but 'T was dreadfid trying to the tender feelings Of Sabine youth, to be 'mured in his hut Without the beam of love to light its ceilings, Or kiss away his cares, when deeply sighing. Or cool his brow, when on the point of dying. And tliis was Rome's first entree on the stage Which it disgrac'd with blood and rape and plunder, And persever'd in still from age to age. Till Brutus, with his dagger, rais'd the wonder Of Rome — and that then meant all this wide world — How Caesar could bo from such greatness hurled. But fall he did, like many others since, And long before his time. Why, even the Devil, As old John Milton says without a wince. Grot so inflated, that he chose to revel And lord it over fiends in nether regions. Rather than serve among Angelic legions. 10 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. iiii, lie got his choice, and I, at least for one, Do not envy liim of his high position ; I would much rather be the lowly son Of some more modest man in low condition. I like pure air and thorough ventilation Much more than sulphur and a lordly station. Had Bonaparte been thus easy pleas'd, He never would have rais'd the row he did do ; Nor would old Europe's towns and cities bleez'd To feed his pride ; nor would he e'er have rid through Such fields of dead and mangled, while contending To grasp the sceptre Heaven itself was rending. The fool, like many others, could not stand The tide of success, but would still be grander. So kept on marching with his conquering band. Till earth got dazzled with his power and splendour. Then old John Bull said, " Damn my eyes, this won't do, I'll stop his progress ; see now if I don't, too." . • " i :.-. So. old John kept his word. The clang of arms Rose through the air and struck against the azure ; The lands were filled with war's most dread alarms. And fields were manured, without stint or measure, By himian blood. The strife was short, and when a Lull came, poor Bona was in St. Helena. There let him stay I He was a living pest To sober thinking folks as you and I are ; He never had a sympathy or zest DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 11 For aught but blood and wounds, or some high flyer. Like rocket, bombshell, or more ugly cartridge, While you or I would scarcely hurt a partridge. But all the while we've been to Home and France, This sage procession hai; kept moving slowly ; I fear we've iniss'd an ijitern.i.^diate glance At Eamsay, Ferguson, a nri some more lowly. It matters not, here comes one staunch and true man — Our own lov'd minstrel Burns, the Ayrshire plough- man. Mark how the fire of genius lights his eye ; His magic soul is in those features beaming : The stern resolve to fight, and rather die Than yield to lordly state the veriest seeming Of sycophancy, there is boldly planted By Nature's stamp upon his brow undaunted. Hail, bright and glorious concentration, Bums ! Rare type of all that's great in frail humanity : The fervent husband, father, friend, who turns With deadly loathing, from the mean inanity Who could, or would, for sordid gain or station. Betray his kiiig, his principle, or nation. Again, all hail ! thou peerless prince of song, Who taught mankind their true rank and nobility ; Laugh'd at conventional greatness, tho' its gong Kept sounding forth the poor man's gross sterility In all thmgs noble, but the bard could sliaw that Worth clad in rags is still the man for a' that. 12 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. : ;■ ' Yes, Burns ! and who can but admiro your pluck, For telling thorn, when down among ua moiling, That Rank is but a flimsy coward deuk To hide tlunr misdeeds from the peasant toiling For hit and hrnt ; but "time and times" existed Before they breath'd, or Mars himself enlisted. '. ,. ^ / ■''-'• ■ . - ■ ' ■ Speaking of Mars, how conies it that his name And fame have both become so universal ? ^ What has he done for (rod or man, but game , In war and plunder, beyond all rehearsal, E'er since the time when to him power was given To end in hell the strife begun in heaven ? kSomo of his votaries, I freely grant, Like many other men, have felt compunction, Th»' forced by circumstances to implant Their standard at some strategetic junction Of hills or rocks, which Nature's self had made there. To aid in baffling any bold invader. But these are few. There's "Wallace, Bruce and Tell, And Wasliington, and good old Brian Berhuo, The brave old siiul, who fought, and won, and fell By treachery's dagger, ere he had well got through His day's work with the Danes, to save Old Erin From bondage and maintain her own proud bearing. I don't include Noll Cromwell in this list — The crop-ear'd hypocrite, I can't admire him ; That he could pray and fight a good round fist Is past all doubt ; bat then, what coidd inspire him DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS, 18 To cut his master's head oif but tlio Dovil, Or some such spirit of incarnate evil. . But lose his head, however, Charlie did, And it was buried witli his otlier mortals ; WhUe that of CromweU is, Who'll bid ? Who'll bid ? Still sold by auction at the market portals Of good old England. This was in a paper I read short since beside my midnight taper. Ala:' ' ^ iw mutable are earthly things ; Jk Jh Charlie's royal head not worth a bodle, While wealthy fools undo their silken strings To pay down hundreds for Noll's worthless noddle. God help the man who bought it ! I would say sir : So, for the present, " wish you a good day, sir." Talking of Noll has made my eyes grow dim, But not with tears. My Pegasus has striven With all her might, to pierce through yonder rim Of light, and waft his worthless soid to heaven. But all in vain, he is not fit for glory — So here I '11 end the first part of my story. PART SECOND. Dear and accommodating reader, say, Have you e'er read the life of Tristram Shandy ? And if you have, hovi^ did you like it? Stay, No shoulder shrugging ; is it not most handy When one would pass an hour in moralizing ? — But stni, I own, the book is tantalizing. Just now, you have his meaning to a hair. And think you'll get on without further trouble; Next moment, presto, you are left to stare — He's out of sight, gone like a burst up bubble ; And all this while poor Doctor Slop's kept waiting- A circumstance, perhaps, not worth relating. To me the wonder is, how he could write So many volumes ere he yet had entered Upon the stage of life, or how indite Such noble sentiments, before he ventured To pass the threshold of a University, — It seems, of truth, a very gross perversity. . But now poor Sterne is dead and in the dust, And so, too, is his worthy uncle Toby; There let them rest in peace, until the just And unjust be called forth, both soul and body, DISCURSORY RUJIINATIONS. To hear the awful, stern, and final sentence — Depart, ye cursed sons of non-repentence ! Now, I have done with Tristram, and, in fact, I would not have said quite so much, but wanted To show that others sometimes left the track Of narrative, as well's myself, and ranted A way o'er moors and glens, and fields of clover, To prove their Pegasus a wanton rover. 15 Now I've got back to Scotland, thank the Lord For this, as for his every other mercy, And will in future keep hi strict accord With reason, as did pious old Tom Hersey In his last will — " I made the money," he said, And can dispose of it, without your aid, sir." (( sir, Ten thousand dollars went to build a church, A thumping sum for giving good tuition To prostitutes — at List left in the lurch. But now chockfidl of wrinkles and contrition ; And then, to prove his sterling zeal and piety, I He did not overlook the " Tract Society." {"The Foreign Missions " got a handsome share — To spread the Bible and its holy teachings [Afar among the heathen everywhere, And bring in lost sheep by the godly preachings [Of pious men, who still ahead kept carving [A road to light, while old Tom's kin were starving. Ifi DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. This was the way Tom took to get his name Enrolled upon the scroll of benefactors ; But many others have done just the same, — There's old Jeff Swindler, last of all these actors, Whose money was the only medium given Bj which an entrance could be found to lieaven. But as I said, now reason is ray guide, So I will start at once and trace my lee-way Back to the place where last you saw me ride Upon my roof-tree. An old rotten tree lay Just right beneath me, fully typefying What all men will be when they're done with dying. But what of the procession all this while ? It still keeps moving onward firm and steadily ; It's minstrels took a breathing spell from toil, So that they might enchant more sure and readily ; And now in tuneful blast, with life and vigour. They sound their chanters to the utmost rigour. Here comes Sir Walter, " Lord of all the Isles," With warlike " Marmion " in pride and glory ; *' The Lady of the Lake," all bright with smiles, Leans on his arm, and tells her long sad story ; The hoary minstrel of a long, long past day Comes tottering on, and pours, alas ! his " Last Lay." Bold as his native rock, behold " Kob Roy," With plaid, belt, dirk and good old Scottish claymore ; He treads the bent with stately pride and joy. Fierce as in yore, when to a bloody furore DISCUKSORY RUMINATIONS. 17 ITp led Clan Alpine, or essav'd by battle To prove his title to the Saxon's cattle. With haughty brow comos " Pev'ril of the Peak," The stf rn old cavalier, now bending lowly \ Beneath a weight of years, but on his cheek Still sits the flush of manhood. Firm but slowly He threads his way, and damns the Round Heads roundly. With zeal, sagacity, and most profoundly. Let him suoar on, it hurts not you or me ; It pleases him and serves as ventilator To let his wrath otf. hi this land we're tree To <^m^^ just as we please, but any traitor \ Who dares to act against our Constitution Soon learjis to know what's meant by retribution. With ruislic horn now comes the Shepherd Hogg — His crook and plaid are resting on his shoulder ; [On sweet " Kilmenie,*' mark, the pawky rogue Oft turns to gaze in rapture. The beholder iCan't but observe his air, how sad and dreamy [At times, and I hen again how bright and beamy. His thoiiLrhts are far away beyond the sun. Midst storms and whirlwinds through the wide crea- tion ; He could not rest on earth, but still would run From star to star, to find a habitation ; comet was his steed, his roins the liglitning, lis co.rse, the milky way for ever brightening. iijTii' I'M 18 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. In every sphere the shepherd had a flock Of spirits, fairies, or such other wonders ; He dwelt among the clouds, nor fear'd the shock Sent forth by bursting of a thousand thunders. On, on he sped, upon his wings of fancy — A muse run wild, impetuous and tranoy. But still, at times, when he could rest below. He was the very pink of jolly fellows; Beneath the moon the shepherd had no loe. He was but man, however, and the bellows He blew to swell the flame of his own greatness Breathed not the echo of meek modest blateness. if ! llil Now farewell, Hogg ! if we again should meet, And hold communion in another world, This heart of hearts will throb with joy to greet You with a warm right hand of frendship, furled Into thine own, recalling scenes and ballants That liv'd langsyne when you and 8cott were callants, Hush, hark ! what wailing sound is that we hear Borne on the breeze, and wafted to the carey, Plaintive as moanings o'er the midnight bier Of lov'd, but long lost, dear " Despairing Mary ? " It is his voice, thy bard. Oh ! sweet " Glenifter," Green as in yore, but somehow rather stiffer. At least to me they seem so, but this may Arise from years, and an oppressive whaizle, Which stops my windpipe, when on any day DlSCUllSORY RUMINATIONS. lU I try to climb its braes of broom and hazel, To smeU the perfume of the wild flowers springing, Or hear the cadence of the skylark singing. There Stanley Castle still stands as of old, ISurrounded by the " Big Well's " crystal water ; Tradition says, that once a Dane, more bold Than wise, here caused a most confounded slaughter; I've seen the stone which well read antiquaries |>Say marks the spot he fell, and he still there is. JYes, gentle Tannahili! thy "Pusky Glen" . Is still replete with solemn gloom as ever ; [The sun still sets behind the "lofty Ben" And gives his last beams to hill, stream and jriver ; [But thou, the lover and beloved of nature, Hast vanish'd as we all will, some day later. [How sad thy fate, dear bard ! Just in the bloom Of youth, and strength, and warm poetic feeling, [So suddenly cut down. The dark'ning gloom Which o'er thy tender soul kept ever stealing, IProv'd all too weighty for thy tender pinion, [And sank at last in reason's lost dominion. ['ve stood, alas ! upon the awful brink Of that black, loathsome hole, where madly perish'd hir nightingale. How woefid 'twas to think. While peering down its depth, how that mu^Gb cherish'd 20 DISCU RSORY RUM I N ATIO X S. '■',1 And loving soul could be by frenzy (lri\ en' To seek its passway to the gates of heaA'en. On thee, Glenifl'er, too, has often strayed My friend and " Elder brother in the Muses," AVho now, too, has been long, long lowly laid, But still his cherish'd memory infuses Warmth to my heart, and while these tears I'm giving, McDonald dead is still McDonald li^ ing. Tes, there was, too, the venerable yool. With whom so oft I've met, and often parted, Whose whole ambition was in rule and school To talk philosophy, and keep light hearted ; His muse was indolent, but terse and beaming, — The author doltish in his personal seeming. He too, alas I like other sons of clay. Has long, long since, been gathered to his fathers ; But still his mem'ry will not pass away But with Scotch song ; even now the tearlet gathers] Into my eye, to think of that bright luminary Now shuffled off from this sad scene sublunary. Old, genial Walter Watson, like the rest. Has " shaken off this mortal coil," but then he Was quite ripe for the scythe ; at very best He could not liv'd much longer here, and when he Could scarcely move, without a stick to prop him, 'T was rather merciful in death to crop him. But then he was a very rare old man, . d to his fathers ; DISCURSORT RUMINATIONS. 21 Life, \o\e, and pleasantry were in his noddle ; Three score and fifteen years were quite a span For him both up and down the hill to toddle, Before he would agree, with all his errors. To strike his colours to the King of Terrors. But now, dear reader, as I never fawn Or flatter anybody but the ladies, I hope you will excuse mo if I yawn And stretch my arms ; the truth is, when in Cadiz, [Long years since, I was jilted by a maiden, : And even yet my heart with care is laden. I That is the reason why I feel so sad, And also, why I sing so much of sorrow ; [The women think it fun, but 'tis too bad To sport so M-ith one's feelings ; but to-morrow [I may feel better, and will then endeavour [To give you something of a sweeter savour. • , Te very worthy and sagacious few, And still more worthy and sagacious many, W^ho sneer at all things hidden from your view. Will, can, or dare you tell me this — have any [Of your wise crowd yet learn'd that human feeling. Though deeply felt, surpasses all revealing ? [At least I felt it so when th(^ first stroke Fell on my heart : but still in outward seeming |1 was just as before ; that cursed lock Of hair, worn next my heart, while vainly dreaming 22 DISCURSOKY RUMINATIONS. Of love and truth, I thought not of returning, And so consigned it to the flnmes for burning. This, in some measure, eased my load of care, But still another antidote was needed ; To heal the wound I got another fair Younf? lady for a bride, with whom I've threaded Life's crooked path in many various stations. And never yet had cause for lamentations. Alas I alas ! for poor, weak, fragile man, And so -I would say, also, for poor woman, So many slips occur in our brief span Of life, that any truly, true man Like you, or I, would freely change our standing For something purer, tho' much less commanding. 'T was but the other day two reckless fools While in their cups, began to brawl and squabble ; One drew a knife, which is against all rules Of strict propriety, and midst a babel Of oaths against the agents who begot him, The other took a pistol out and shot him. He died ! and that fact put an end to one : The other fled but was soon after captur'd And lodged in jail, where shut out from tlie sun, A while he lay ; and ! how much enraptur'd Were those who took him, not themselves less guilty Of crimes, less deadly true, but not less stilty. He was at length brought up before the Judge Of this fair land, and put upon his trial ; DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 23 He heard the witnesses without a budge, And of his guilt there could be no denial ; So found the jury duly, justly, truly. And he'll be hang'd upon the last of July. So that will end them both, and show what comes Of carrying killing weapons in the pocket — Disgrace and death, two rather serious sums To square, but more so when the crim'nal docket Appoints the very day and hour for bringing Things to a balance by the art of swinging. I do not like this business style at all, — There's something in it always makes me shiver ; To keep the culprit mured up in his stall For sixty days, then drag him forth to sever His soul and body, in cold blood ! Thou Giver Of all that's good ! Oh ! wipe this off for ever. Xow I have done with moralizing, and The less more said will be the easier mended : I've had a varying flight from land to land. And seen and said more than I comprehended ; But still, I hope to have another flutter. As soon's I've' eatin' up my bread and butter. There's many things much worse than oatmeal cake. When season'd with good cheese, or slice of mutton Well stew'd with onions, or a fried beefsteak ; Not that I am by any means a glutton ; But when I'm hungry, and the plates are heating, I think there's worse employment than good eating. '•' f ill fi ! i 24 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. It's all vilo nonsense for some folks to say They like their parritch better than plum pudding; It's also nonsense in the same to lay Blame on John Bull for his expensive feeding ; A healthy man requires substantial diet, So, witli your leave, I'll now retire and try it. Now, I am satisfied : and on the whole I feel more virtu(ms than I did ; my inner Man has ceas'd his griimblinji;, and my soul Is now at peace with all the world. The sinner Who could, with a full belly, quarrel his lodgers, Deserves to be strung up as much as Bogers, But not till dead : I'd put the treacherous knot Beneath his chin, so that he might get breathing Fresh air to feod his lungs, and keep the sot Suspended till his aspect, pale and freathing At mouth and lips, bespoke his full contrition, And then relieve him from his high position. i; I recollect, some forty years ago, A man nam'd Perry, who was hang'd for murder Of his own wife ; the cause, so far's I know, Was jealousy, weak mindedness, and furder, The man suspected was his shop-mate, one who Kept irritating him with hints quite undue. The poor, weak fool went home to dinner, and Found all things ready waiting on the table ; He put his children out, then took his stand DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 25 Bchiiul I he door ; to fly she was unable ; His flittering instnunent her heart-strings sever'd, And lie, in irons, was to the law deliver'd. I saw him exeented, and that scene. While memory lives, will on my mind be printed ; Tlie dismal gibbet, draped by sable screeji, The noos'd rope and dark liangman, lithe and stinted In height, prov'd too much for my youthfnl feelings, And liird my heart with awe, niy brain with reelings. The victim took the stand, a small siz'd man, Dress'd in full sables, but his neck uncover'd ; Tlie fatal cord adjusted, but who can Portray the awful drop ? His stain'd soul hover'd Some moments o'er its clay, then all was ended, — The law was satisfied, and God offended. This was the first and Inst thing of tlie kind I ever saw-, or ever will, wliile living : The doctors said — now this you'll bear in mind — While they on oath their evidence were giving, If he had only quietly at^ his dinner The deed would ne'er been done by that poor sinner. But now, enough of hanging for a time. It makes one scratch his neck to think upon it ; Perhaps it's needed to deter fi*om crime : Perhaps it's not, and that is my mind on it. Farewell now judge and jury, your whole junta, And farewell also to my Second Canto. 'HI I'lh >J.i ^' nil il m. H ii PART THIRD. *' A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! " Exclain'd King Richard, one day in a flurry ; But all too late, not even Professor Morse Could then have lent him speed to suit his hurry, When he had learned to his extreme confusion. That Richmond's presence was no mere delusion. So I too am at present in some haste, I've lost much time, and feel extremely sorry For keeping you so long, but 'twould be waste Of time, on your part, be ye Whig or Tory, To wait for me to make more condescension, — That's plain enough for every comprehension. I 've owned my fault, and will no lower bend. Even to a king, if such should ever read this ; And if they don't, I tell you, as a friend, The loss will bo but small. In fact, I'm heedless About their praisje or blame ; if I can't mn them As man, not slave, f^amn crowns and all that's in them. With all their royal pomp, kings are but men. And that, too, very frequently but small ones ; i mean in mind ; in height some, now and then. May prove to be exceeding strong and tall ones. DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. There's Ned the First of England was a switcher, But then in mind, he was a ruthless butcher. Jf 'I As critics, take, for instance, George the Third, And what poor devil of a ragged poet Would deem himself a rare Parnassian bird, Tho' he had said, " that's good, yes, yes, I know it. The stuttering fool, with all his sage pretenses. Was not at par, in even kingly senses. ;l It seems to be the heir-loom of most kings Born to that dignity, to lack the mental Endowments, which to common people brings A crown of glory, and a yearly rental Of fame, such as no monarch I can think of, Save David and his son, e'er reach'd the brink of. But then, they were exceptions to tho ride Which regulates these laws in human nature ; They also were exceptions to our school Of moralists. The great redeeming feature Of lx)th these kings, was witdom and repentance, — 'T was well for them they got no worse a sentence. Had they liv'd in these times, and been brought up For like offences in our courts of justice. Repentant wisdom would not kept the wliip From off their shoulders. In these days our trust is Reposed in punishing all such offences With rigour, careless of such wiaZ-pretences. I V.I I 28 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. ; jil'" Just think, a moment, of our noble Prince Of Wales, wliu seems, when done, to be but human ; The MoKDAUKT escapade might make him wince, But still the law said " stand up like a true man, And lake your oath." So while the crowd was surgin', He swore, ior him, the lady was a virgin. Xow. this was manly in our future king, . , Chivalric, also, to the last degree ; Say, is it woiuler that the people sing " God sa\ e " the mother of a son like he ? No, while Jler (Gracious Majesty keeps reigning He'll be a model ior youth's moral training. ' At least so let us hope. I mind the day When to this happy realm that Prince was given, Tli(» cannon thundered, and a great array Of flags from every hidden nook was riven To flutter o'er the housetops of our cities, While bells kept jingling forth their joyful ditties. .. * ' . I ■ ' His mother, thank the Lord, was just as well As, in the circumstance, could be expected. And echo spread the news o'er hill and dell. Till Na<-ure's self seem'd by the joy affected. And sent forth from its caves, with all its wheelery, A genuine burst of Heaven's own artillery. Now, what did all this mean ? The birth of one Foretells, for certainty, death to another; This was the view o't taken by the Sun, DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 29 MM Who hid his face in gloom. When tliis poor mother Lies low in doath, her crown to Albert giving, The joy will then be, both for dead and living. So thus the wheel of fate goes round and round, Eepeating o'er what is, has been, and will be ; Eejoic'd o'er at his birth, but if a pound Of gold remains behind him, then, until he Be laid in clay, his niem'ry will be cherish'd, — Then, God get thanks that he at last has perish'd. • I Hi I ^ ii rjii ill I don't in any way envy tlie rich, And I can give you good sound reasons for it ; Be who you may, it makes no matter which — A man or woman — virtue you adore it. And rightly too. I will suppose you parent Of sons and daughters, love of whom's inherent To all parental hearts. You've mark'd, with pride, Their joys and gambols from life's bud till blowing Of the ripe flower. You've also sat beside Their couch in sickness, when life's tide seem'd flomng Back to the source from which it came ; and, sighing, Whisper'd to those around, " My child is dying." The hour is midnight, and the waili'ig wind Sounds like the echo of your own pent feelings ; Pisconsolation wreaths around y3ur mind, Your brain is filled with dull, fantastic reelings. 'P r If- If ii: III w "ll so DISCURSORY RUMIMATIONS. When all at once, hush ! hark ! he breathes more freely, — Tliank God ! you yet may Ih^e, my dear, dear Feely. And live he did, and grew to be a man — A strapping youth, with truth and love abounding For parents, and all others, that from " Dan To Beersheba " his equal was not found in The whole wide land, belov'd by all who knew him, ^nd with love's gems your path kept strewing. This is the acme of all earthly bliss, — Belov'd in life, in death to be regretted. ^ A crown can't yield such treasures as the kiss Of true affection. Avarice, when whetted By success, yields alone but discontentment In life, and o'er your grave, dark, dire resentment. Your very breath is envied by all those Who wish to clutch your purse. And even the dagger has been us'd by generous foes, AVho wish'd to give the soul free post to Heaven, Before your legal period for retiring By nature's method — honestly expiring. Thank God for one thing, namely, when I die There ^vill not be much brawling for my money ; And if you chance to live, and hear a sigh Breath'd o'er my bier, you'll know it is the honey Of tender love ; and if a tear be started, 'T will be of sympathy for the departed. DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 31 But for Ji tear at death, I cannot see Wboi; pleasure there would be at all in dying. "We cry at birth from joy at getting free From former bondage, then we go on sighing Through this dark vale. At least I know full many Who do, with very flimsy cause, if any. I am not one of those ; I give God thanks That hitherto I've had my share of pleasure. 'Tis true, in life, I've had my share of blanks, But then these only but enhanc'd the treasure "When good luck came. I never could bear fretting — ' It seems to me of sins the most besetting, Ye sages who delight in morbid gloom, And see nought bright on earth, you have my pity, I gaze upon the midnight's starry dome, And there see God, and in this living city I see his creature man ; strange cojitradiction — An Angel and a Demon past all fiction. I stray into the fields, and mark the flowers Bedeck'd in all their beauty, sweetly springing; I breathe the fragrance of the rosy bowers. And hear the wild birds in their rapture singing Their Maker's praise, and gaze with rapt devotion Upon the heavings of the boundless ocean. I also can w alk forth at early dawn, And see the sun arise in all his glory, "While dew yet slumbers on the verdant lawn, i'i t 1 ■ • 1 1 h'l :>| I pi: ^1 I ihi; !: ! ! i 32 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. And feel the breeze embrace the upper story Where all my wisdom dwells, and i'eel as happy As e'er did Tarn O'Shanter o'er his nappy. But then those morbid people cannot see > What pleasure can be found in early walking. They'll take a stroll at noon : now, that may be All ripht enough, but then the sunbeams stalking At early morn o'er valley, hill and moimtain, Is })ast all price, when by a sparkling foinitain. But let them doze on still and smoke their pipe, — These constitute their only earthly pleasure; And when, like others, they are fully ripe In years, I wish them all a flowing measure Of happiness beyond that dismal river Which will divide them from this earth forever. Xow that, 1 think, is no bad wish of mine, So I will leave them to enjoy their cutty, And turn right back thro' every verso und line To where 1 left you in that old and sutty Town where I first saw light, cognomin'd Paisley, Where in my time I once was used quite basely. In my first stanza, if you recollect, ^ I made some mention of the ancient college In which I pass'd my youth, so don't neglect I'm going back to that same source of knowledge ; But not to study, — 1 have got already As mucii true learning an I well can steady. DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 33 II So to begin, my seminarv was An attic room, in which some round half dozen Of shoemakers were clustered ; where the flaws In each wore freely punctur'd ; where to cozen And play foid tricks was such, that lasts kept flying At others' heads — of this there's no denying. There first I learii'd to whistle and to sing, To birse a thread and draw a well waxed lingle ; There first 1 learn'd, quite easily, to fling Care to the winds, and socially to mingle With mankind as a whole, but liked more chiefly The comp'ny of the girls, I tell you briefly. Then when I had acquired all this deep lore, I was promoted to the higher classes To learn my alphabet, and, what is more, My catechism ; but what most surpasses My comprehension is — suppress your wonder — I learn'd some common sense ; I did, by thunder ! But that was not always my guiding star. As you'll acknowledge ere I go much deeper Into my subject. Once arose a jar Between myself and teacher. A black peeper Was the result ; I made him half a beauty, And thought then, and think now, I did my duty. But his opinion differed very much From mine on this point, as on several others. I left that school, and marvel since that such 1 y.i i -i% M r ;'S y iiiii ■i'il! Mil III i . . . ill I 34 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. A bad beginning did not bring more bothers Than since have come. One thing I gladly chuck at— He was the only man I ever struck at. Now that is one thing every one can't say Who's past the bound'ry line of the half hundred, I married young, but even to this day I have no wish from Maggie to be sunder'd ; Our bairns came dropping home in health and plenty Since she and I were only two-and-twenty. Iv!', aged sire had long been weak and blind ; i^Q died, and was interr'd in yonder Cemetery ; Two birch trees mark his grave, which, to my mind, ''^^a\^: o er an honest man. His symmetry Of person was, almost without exception, A model of all physical perfection. In mind he was like many worthy men, More fond of outdoor sports than quiet study. Yet he would take a book up now and then, "While he could see to read it by the ruddy Blink of the ingle when his work was over. And pore o'er Osnian till his eyes would dover. But now, alas ! those times are past and gone ; My mother, too, and sister, both are sleeping In the same plot, nor have they got a stone To mark their graves, but still true love keep9 weeping Above their ashes. I, too, will be going One of these days, bnt when ? there is no knowing. DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 35 iH itudy, * , ' " n, dy ■"' ,■;• ver. me; ping love keeps The fact is, neighbor, I don't want to know ; That kind of knowing is but seldom greeted With a warm welcome, and I think that no Sane .nan would like with such news to be feted ; Just let us live down here content and dutiful. And when the change comes, things will seem more beautiful. When my old father had breath'd out his soul, And sent it back to Him from whom he got it, As honestly reqnir'd, upon the whole AVe felt put out with home, and so bethought it Best to embark and westward go a roaming, And in Acadia seek a different homeing. And so we did, and landed here on June - The tenth, in eighteen-hundred-fifby-four ; and. As fate would have it, not a bit too soon To meet the cholera just at the Island; That Fall in our good city was a tickler. And prov'd to doctors a confounded stickler. They did their best, but, be it understood. The malady was new. They work'd like beavers Both night and day, and did " a power of good ; " But still the enemy, with his curs'd cleavers, Kept hewing down his dozens of a morning To seek that land " from whence there's no returning." He came unask'd, and so, at last, he went, — A pleasant sight ^'«6 that of Ins <}eparture ; \ m i;? S6 D18CURS0RY RUMINATIONS. 'I i i I ; .rMi hi. li His thousand victims fell where'er he bent His course. The grave-diggers, aU quite in raptures, Conceiv'd the Golden Age at last was looming While that dire pestilence was o'er us glooming. " No more, no more ! Ah ! never, never more," Do I desire to see such deadly slaughters ; Even now my blood runs cold, and heart feels sore To think how many loving sons and daughters. And sires, and grandames, all to death kept bowing, While with his scythe that ruthless scourge was mowing. They all foimd graves, however, with some pinch ; And that is more than can be said of soldiers Who for their country fight and will not flinch, But rather die. At Waterloo — where moulders So many gallant hearts who did demean them Like heroes — fifty got one grave between them. Now, this seems rather hard ; though we in life May not be owners of a thousand acres, In death, methinks, that either man or wife. When they have parted with the undertakers, Might get, at least, a lot — say six by two feet — Of land to rest in till again we do meet, This would be only justice— -nothing more, — For we are told that back at the beginning God gave the earth to man, with all its store Of fruits and flowers, if he would keep from sinning > DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 91 But this he did not, so was doom'd to toiling From that day forth, to keep his kettle boiling. Thus, those who claim the land must also claim To be the greater sinners, if they hold it ; But viler still must be the name and fame Of those who basely for vile lucre sold it. This is good logic, let who will deny it ; If Brown thinks he'll confute me, let him try it. He gave full " thirty reasons," nothing less, AVhy stimulating drinks should be prohibited From every Christian land ; now you can guess, In such a number, how the fool exhibited His want of everything like common gumption, And store of aU that constitutes presumption. Our Editor, on publishing this same Lugubrious essay on sobriety, Threw down the gauntlet in his own sage name, And dared the whole of our refin'd society To give a cogent, thorough refutation To what was simply self deification. it ■Jf ! y, - It ^'1 1 \ 1 I ' I II 5 p'« im sinning > The fact is this, that David Brown was sick, And felt all queerish both in mind and body ; He had not tasted victuals for a week, And could not bear the smell of whisky toddy So, like some others, when he could not take it. He would constrain his fellows to forsake it. UlilliJi .i s . I fi ! h.ili! Il I II 11 1 1 !l| 38 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. But such is human nature. If a man Can't drink strong tea, then you must all take w^it^r ' If he can't eat roast beef, which many can, Then, you're the cause of cruelty and slaughter, And must, to suit his whim, stop mastication Of aught but cabbage or its generation. Had all things been divided by the law Which regulated justice when our Father Above dealt wisdom out, no single flaw Would then been found in anything to gather Cent and per cent, into the breeches pockets Of legal gentlemen, through courtly dockets. I never yet have met the simple clown Who could not give advice, if you would take it ; Nor have I met with those who lie on down Who would not make a promise, yes, and break it. We are all made of clay, our mind's ethereal, Our power is small, our conceit most imperial. King David, when he wrote the Psalms, did well, , But D. the second thought he did still better. The first repented oft — as often fell ; The last had no need to repent. The letter He wrote, when dying, plac'd him past conviction, And far beyond the Devil's jurisdiction. I know a man who wears a lofty head. Because he's pious and extremely sober, So far as drinking goes ; but in the bed Of dull John Smith he's no unfrequent jobber, take w^it^^r ' DlSCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 39 And pays, too, for his labour. God be near us ! Is this the model of our moral heroes ? Now, if t^is one don't suit you, say, will ten Or twenty be sufficient. I could name them ; Pray do not tremble so, dear Mr. Glen, I would not for a noggin so defame them, Unless I'm dar'd to do it. That might alter My resolution, and so make me falter. I try to love my neighbour as myself, And in somi 3ases have been rather lucky ; I did not love them for their purse of pelf, Nor cheat them for their handsome fireside chucky ; I lov'd them, and I love them stiU, for merit — A quality you never can inherit. , When I say you, I certainly don't mean My reader, but that dastard, vile deceiver, Who prates of moral worth, in hopes to screen His own dark deeds. A hatter or a weaver May liave a family that needs attention, And he, himself, may need some reprehension. As for the Editors, we'll let them slide, — I've known them, too, much better than I should do ; The balance sheet was seldom on my side Where money was concerned ; but this I would go,- - Forgive them for the past, if they would scratch up A few gold dollars our accounts to patch up. I am not avaricious, but I like My hire paid down in cash. I am no preacher, if ■'I :j!| ; -a I. ■ f{ -ill III Ill ii ii: 1,1 ; Mii-i 40 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. But if I were, I would for certain strike Against the pulpit, and like Harry Beecher, Kick up a row, and it would be right funny If at the end I did not get my money. But Harry's quarrel was not of the sort I speak of. He, tho' now both old and hoary, Has still strong sympathies for youthful sport. And sees in beauty's eyes the glow of glory ; His wife, poor soul, is now in years advancing. And is not, as in youth, quite so entrancing. Time was, however, forty yef.rs ago. When she was young and lithe and full of vigour ; But now, grown fat and deeply sunk in woe And pious zeal, she cannot match his trigger Of love. He is in everything so fervent, — To God alone he claims t-o be a servant. Serve whom he may, no mortal man can tell The object of his worship. There's a lady Who knows his secret, but that lady fell In her old mother Eve, and our old daddy. Called Adam, also, too, participated In that black fall, as scripture has narrated. The DevU had a finger in that pie, And season'd well that most accursed apple Which it was made of; now all mankind die Because it stuck in Adam's sinfiil thrapple : If it had choked him, as I wish it had done, We would not then been sr/oject to the bad one. DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 41 But Adam gulp'd it down with little fuss, And by that mouthful lost his situation, — A good one too at that, but that fell muss Sent dool to each succeeding generation ; In proof of which 1 now sit in my attic, The victim of a racking bad rheumatic. My head, too, feels just now a little queer, But that I attribute to the loud thunder Which now in deafening peals wars in my ear. As if the universe would burst asunder. The blinding lightning in my eyes is flashing, And wind and rain against my window dashing. A lull has come ! it is not quite so bad, But still I hear it in the distance dying. My wife, my daughter, and a little lad Have all up stairs into my room come flying As if the enemy of man was chasing Close at their heels, they are so blown with racing. 1': ■J \ ' Thank heaven, now it's o'er ; the sombre sky Still wears a frowning look ; that too is passing Away in broken clouds, so, by and bye. The king of day will come out without gassing, And by the magic of his brilliant beaming. Restore all nature to its former seeming Now here I fain would stop and take a rest, I feel so jaded in my right side pinion, But still my muse says, " Willie, it is best V. It 42 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. ;i!;:'! To say some little of the New Dominion ;" But if its head felt as mine feels at present, The task, I'm certain, would not be too pleasant. There's Sandie Murdoch, too, of yon fair isles, Where springs the blue bells and where blooms the heather, My namesake and my friend, who daily toilrt To keep his soul and body both together By industry, and yet can sing a sonnet Sweet as the memories of my " Auld Blue Bonnet." There's Willie Thompson, also, of " Nith Bank, As true a Scot as ever smell'd a daisy ; He's getting up in years, but still can shank Down to the city, when he's not too lazy, To see that business gets all due attention From clerks, etcetera, whor.j I need not mention. Full many other things run in my mind Which I would like to note, but, as I hinted. If you would only be so very kind Aa wait a little, till 1 have imprinted My head mark on the pillow, I will greet you With joy once more, and, not unlikely, treat you. But if you do not feel content with this. Then I must leave you all without formality. To you, dear ladies, this my hand I kiss In sad adieu ! As for the male mortalities I've no such ceremonies : therefore leave them With a plain bow. I hope it will not grieve them. ■ ' ■;■ >^ART FOURTH. Good morning, reader I I have had a sleep. And now feel bright and lively as a cricket : I could skip o'er the moors like baby sheep ; The sun is peering from yon eastern wicket. His honest face is so replete with beaming, That owls and bats alone could think of dreaming. The clouds have all dispersed, the wind is down. The thunder's silent and the lightning vanish'd ; The spangled sky looks blythe, without a frown. As if o'eijoyed thai turbulence is banish'd. In other words — the storm has now departed. And left us all a good deal lighter-hearted. The very waters of our Bay ser-m glad That peace has been restor'd, and softly murmur Their thanks upon the sand. That none so bad May come again throughout the present Summer I fondly hope ; a little brawl is cheering, But those great tumults are beyond all bearing. It may sound well enough for bards to sing About embattled elements, and so forth, >■ Like Byron 'midst the Alps ; but still I cling To my old notion, and would rather go north A league or two, and by a tube's assistance Behold its grandeur at a legal distance. ii ii 44 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. i!'! P m mm ;! : liiii This I call prudence, — you may call it fear, — ■ But 'tis no matter, if it saves our mutton ; The very elements themselves look queer On such occasions, as a hungry glutton Who views with horror his deserted wallet, His empty plate, and nothing left to fill it. The lightnings give a nervous glance, and hide ; The thunder groans and growls, as if in terror ; The clouds look black and gloomy, then decide To make amends, whatever be their error, By bursting into tears, as most essential To prove, like ladies, they are penitential. Well, as I said before, that cursed plague Went off at last, and it was a good quittance ; A while the public mind was rather vague And gloomy, still there was a great remittance Of fear, imprinted upon all the faces You met with here, or there, or other places. A score of years have pass'd away since then. And still we're here alive, and well, and kicking ; Our boys have all grown up now to be men, While we down hill our footsteps fast are picking ; One step wdl be the last of all this journey, — Then fare-ye-well John Smith and Adam Ourney. I have no patience with that kind of fools AVho still keep babbling of their native county ; It seems to me beyond the widest rules DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 45 Of common sense. If Mother Nature's bounty Be there more liberal, tell me, why the Devil They don't return, or learn to be more civil ? I can say honestly, that I, for one. Feel quite content to live among *' Bluenoses." What can the difference be ? Mankind, when do.ie, Are all the same. The fool who so discloses His enmity to all, save one small section. Should be clean'd out by a soft-soap injection. Wherever on this earthly ball I've been Since first my mother rocked me in the cradle, — And these are many — I have always seen The same sky o'er me ; and where'er I paidle I find good hearts of every creed and station. And love them all, no matter what's their nation. Now in this same Acadia where we live. How sweetly beautiful it's varied scenery ; The snow clad Alps, with all their ice, I'd give Without the smallest feeling of chicanery. Rather than lose our own " South Bay" surroundings, As seen fipom " Greenhead," with their azure boundings. There, in dim distance, stands the " Devil's Back " Environed by his minions, — in gradation According to their post. Where is the lack. Even to their peaks, of living vegetation ? Below, the forest waves and founts keep roaring, — Above, the eagle in ,his pride is soaring. r. : ■ ( • . ; " Mi >-l 46 DISCUR30KY RUMINATIONS. m^i Beneath our gaze here flows the mighty tide Of our good Saintly river, on whose waters, In days gone by, were paddled far and wide The light canoe by dusky sons and daughters Of that great wild, now smiling \^'ith the graces Imprinted on it by the strange " Pale Faces." Beyond, like a vast mirror, lies asleep, With sunshine sparkling. Old Kennebecasis ; A space below, these vasty rivers leap O'er rocks and boulders foaming, till it passes W ith roaring, jumbling, rushing and commotion, To freedom, in the bosom of the ocean. i These are the scenes which this new land reveals ; Even where I sit, naught meets my eye but beauty ; The gently undulating lands, where steals Along tho breeze to fan, as is its duty. The tall green grasses, like a sea in motion. And fills the soul with rapture and devotion, Now, sweep your eye around to yonder spot ''^■ "Where rises Thompson's mansions, and survey them. Sweet " Nith Bank !" yes, thy master is a Scot ' In truth ; thy many beauties who portray them. Thy sweetly fragrant arbors and recesses, Eich as the iastre of a maiden's tresses. Thy pebbled walks and smoothly shaven swards. Thy fruit trees blooming and thy clust'ring lilies, Thy flowery nectars yield the sweet rewards DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 47 Claim'd by the bumming birds that jink thro' Willie's Most hidden nooks, while in the bloom of Summer There sports that genty and most charming comer. To paint the leauties of this fairy spot Is past my power — I therefore won't begin it ; Such witchery lives in every plot and grot That, tho' I have fiill often been within it, My muse is not a florist, nor my fingers Adapted to sketch scenes where rapture lingers. . J I might go on, li^ie any other lout, Delineating what I've seen and not seen From these chaste lawns, and certainly could spout Much verbose nonsense, and \^hen I had got clean Beyond my depth, then atare and scratch my noddle For something else to say not worth a boddle. I could first teU you all about the Bay Of Fundy, as seen from "Kith Bank ;" in addition 1 could go floundering 'midst the grand array Of ships and what not there on exhibition, Which ply to every port in Terra Firma Between Saint John and the Empire of Burmah. I also might go on, without a halt, Depicting storms which raved round Partridge Island; And if I don't, remember this, the fault Is yours, not mine. That lone and hoary high land Was for some years my home, where o'er that water These arms first clasp'd a lov'd and eldest daughter. ifl ,1 is ]| 'i if m S' 1 46 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. i ill- She's now in full blown womanhood ; but stay, I must not here bring in such family matters ; To sing of graces, virtues and such, would, to say The least, be purely egotism, which shatters All common sense, and proves in old and youthful The very essence of what is not truthful. If you e'er knew an egot who could speak Truth of himself or any other person, Then I give in, and own there was no Greek In what was said by the profound Macpherson, W ho, when detected in folse orthography. Accused his pen of the bad holography. , There's very few in this enlightened age Who feel inclined to bear false accusation ; And just as few, if I may fairly gauge You by myself, who will not claim probation To have, if innocent, the matter sifted And get the blighting cloud dispeU'd or lifted. For instance, let us take Jack Rattleskull, Short since ta'en up as an incendiary ; Jack vowed his honest innocence, but still That would not do, so the " Stipendiary Magistrate " sent Johnnie up to limbo. Where he might muse on't TS'ith his arms akimbo. And so he did, and this was the effect Of that same musing : he got an attorney Who heard his tale, and did not long neglect DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 49 To serve a capias on the perjur'd Homey "Who had sworn to Jack's guilt without conditions, — tSo he and Jack exchanged their false positions. He, that's the hornet, now lies safe and snug In the same den he destin'd for poor Rattle ; I drop the skull, where he may strain and tug And fume ut leisure, as sach worthless cattle Are prone to do, till he receives credentials To graduate with other penitentials. I look into my mirror, and behold That I am, too, a thorough human biped, i And almost curse, to think my name's enroll'd With those of scoundrels, who, if duly striped Up to their meed, woidd soon learn what a switch is When wielded by a kindred demon's clutches. Are these the guardians (»f our lives and peace ? Are these the dogs we trust in for protection ? ; Is this the masquerading band who fleece, And by their uniforms evade detection? The villain who can thus forswear his brother, Could cut as well the throat of any other. Now, let them go ; they are but, at the best. A pack of worthless hounds, up to their chieftain ; And let us stroll along the rugged crest Of yonder ridge, whose every nook and cleft in Its long stretch displays such marvellous sweetness As wakes to xnind old Eden to completeness. i ■fi .1 if tixil ! 50 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. Its sylvan beauties mark them as they rise,— The dotting villas and the murm'ring streamlets, The gorgeous woodlands waving to the skies, The fountains sparkling with the setting beamlets Of day's bright king combined, present a picture That bids defiance to the critic's stricture. Yes, sweet " Mount Pleasant," what delight to stray Along thy shaded walks when day's retiring, And musing listen to the mellow lay Which Robin from the bough is forth respiring ; The sweets of harmony our souls keep drinking. While slowly down the weary sun is sinking. ■ • - '-i " , There on thy gently rising summit stands Reed's mansion, proudly towering o'er its fellows. And from its battlemented roof commands A varied scene far as the eye can tell us It's outline ; earth, and sea, and sky, all blending To make the change perpetual and unending. The terrac'd gardens gro\^dng round the rocks. Replete with rarest flowers of scent and beauty j Tlie cosy bushes here and there in blocks And bowers and what not, all command our duti^^ Ful devotion, and they get it without grumble Or growl on my part, be it e'er so humble. ' ' The noble city, spreading like a map. Lies out before its southern gaze. A valley. All picturesque and wide, fills up the gap DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 51 if ; 11 Between our stand-point and the town, where daily Ring forth the noisy sounds, and din, and clamours Of many anvils and a thousand hammers. There, also, lies the harbour, where the ships Of every nation crowd its wharves and waters ; Their canvas furl'd, and fluttering at the tips Of all their peaks the flags, by which these daughters Of Daddy Neptune indicate their nation, While quietly floating in our marine station. Away south-west expands the heaving tide Of Fundy Bay, till brought up by the beaches Of Nova Scotia. Here and there now ride ^ The crafts of fishermen, whose calling teaches A way to wealth, bestowed with hand not sparing By Mother Nature on the brave and daring. Pair Nova Scotia ! how thy name recalls Long past associations to the present, AVhich memory still keeps sacred in its halls. Of Lcenes and friends and memories ever pleasant To fond remembrance, and will still be cherished Till mind and memory have forever perished. « Those years have gone and joined the countless past, And still they roll and wUl keep ever rolling ; We, too, will some day roll into the vast Immensity. The hope. Oh ! how consoling, That when this feverish earthly race has ended We will be once more and forever blended. ; tl Am ■f. 'P: 1- ■11 iiibsA i:-. b2 DI8CURS0RY RUMINATIONS. l!|!;l||l! ! How cold, how desolate, how dark and drear Must be his sojourn through this lower station To whom no prospect lives beyond his bier But blankness, darkness and annihilation ; No future conscious living, loving, greeting Of kindred souls in one eternal meeting. The poor earth-born, who so can live and die Without one ray of hope to light his voyage O'er that dark ocean whence we all must hie, With dread despair alone to fill his stowage We all may pity, but who can envy him. Or who a tear of sympathy deny him ? ^ I am the slave of no especial creed By which to navigate my way to heaven ; God is all love and justice, and that meed My deeds and merits warrant wiU be given Despite the blandishments of sects and churches. Thro' Him whose taintless blood has made the purchase. All fell by one — confound him — and by One, A mightier far, we also all arose. This is good scripture, but then still, when done. Sectarians will not take it as it goes, But still maintain that all means one, if any, And that one is himself, among the many. This is the logic of those diverse schools Who teach the doctrines of pure orthodoxy ; Each fenc'd in by the most astringent rules DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 53 To guard against the snares, and wiles, and foxy Tricks of the other, to ensure salvation Unto himself, and leave you to damnation. Speaking of sects, I had a curious dream Not long ago, in which I lay in sickness Which prov'd my last. I died ! and then a gleam Of light, with all the vividness and quickness Of lightning, wrapp'd my spiritual vision And bore me upwards with all due precision. I reached at length the golden gates which lead Into the coelum of the just, whose glory Bedimm'd short time my eyes and curb'd my speed. But reach'd at last, in fear, the lower story Of those bright mansions where poor earth-worn mortals if Enjoy forever bliss within its portals. ^ I was admitted, but felt all aback, As strangers always will do in strange places ; But as I never have been very lack In courage, soon I recognized some faces Well known below ; this gave my soul some boldness, And wip'd off every remnant of earth's coldness. Led up at length before the great I Am ! • . I there receiv'd with joy celestial vesture, f. And bowed my knee in reverence to the Lamb, With every other penitential gesture ; Then, looking round, felt more and more bewilder'd — The vision seem'd so endless and so gilder'd. %■• ''1 64 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. ■h; III : In fror> of the celestial throne appear'd A great array of tubes pierc'd thro' the flooring. All laboU'd in due form, and as I near'd My wonder rose, so in a meek, adoring And serious manner, asked ray guiding spirit What they were for — if I might dare enquire it ? He answered, with a sweet angelic grin, — "These are the mediums by which sectarians Of diiferent creeds send up their different din Of pray'rs and curses, each and all at variance With that of every other ; thus confusion Is spread on earth by nonsense and illusion." In modesty, I asked if I might take The liberty to listen at a few of them. " Most certainly,"' he said ; *' you here can make Yourself at homo, and have a whole review of tliem. Without a drawback in your mind or conscience— Eaves-dropping here is only foolish nonsense." So, thus permitted, I went round them all, - And quietly put my ear to every muzzle ; But each was silent — there came up no call • For vengeance or for mercy. Now, the puzzle To me was this — how I could miss the soundinr Which from all pulpits is for ever boundint My guardian Angel patiently stood by, Until he saw me lost in a quandary, ' ' Then coming forward, ask'd the reason why 11 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 66 t look'd so much confused ? Said 1, " By Jlarry ! " He frown'd, and said, " Up here there is no swearing." •' Then please excuse me, but I've lost my hearing." Again he deign'd to shod a radiant smile. And asked me why I thought so ? In replying, I said I had gone over the whole pile Of ventilators, but could hear none crying For heavenly aid in loving, hating, cursing, Or such like favours, when they are disbursing. His smile grew deeper, as he, answ'ring, said, "No more do we. It's a mistaken notion They've got below, that Heaven can be made To fluctuate, as does the changing ocean : But all their clamours and their vain dictations Are hero unheeded as in lower stations." « »i Here I awoke, and found myself in bed, — My dream and all its phantasy was over, The sun was shining brightly overhead. The sheep were bleating in a field of clover Beneath my window, where young lambs were frisking. Where hawkie browsed while her long tail was whisking. These were all pleasing to the eye, but still I had another sort of inner feeling / Left by my dream. What signifies the skill Of learn'd sectarian doctors, who, revealing The given promise of a bought salvation, D ly airothers from participation. [ (I 56 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. ..lit " , 'i ' ' " Come unto me, all ye who feel opprest ; i All ye who labour and are heavy loaded Come unto me, and I will give you rest, "Without a price, as has been long forboded I " This is the sentiment, if not the wording, So let us take it and just act according. As I have said before, I was not bred To be of orthodoxy an expounder ; • But if I had, I'm sometimes almost led To fear I would have prov'd a mal-confouuder : That is, with those who are so very pious That common sense slides from them on the bias. Ye godly folks, I hear you, sighing, say — " Alas ! for him I fear there's no redemption ; He chose his course — the broad and certain way Which leads to hell, from which there's no redemp- tion ; I told him so, but ah ! he would not listen, Although he saw my eyes with tearlets glisten. " I told him in a friendly, soothing style, If he would only do just wiiat / told him. And drop all thinking for himself a while, Then I would pray, and Christ would yet enfold him With our own flo-^k, and yield to him a treasure Which would not. rust, in value past all measure. '.■. " I told him how our Lord was brought to scorn ; Then he replied : ' Yes, madam, I have read it.' I told him how 1 came to be new born ; DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. H He said 'twas certainly much to my credit. I told him of the tortures he would share yet ; He, smiling, answer'd, ' But I am not there yet.* " I ask'd him if he e'er went to his knees ; He bade nie ask his lady for an answer. I felt my meekness yielding by degrees, So, when he ask'd me if I was a dancer, * I said he was a wilful, pervors*^. sinner ; He look'd his watch, and said 'tv as time for dinner. " He said, ' That frown don't suit your pretty face.' I felt my cheeks then grow a little warmer. He said, ' Now, after all that's taken place. One kiss before we part, my little charmer.' " " What said you then, my child, to such like daffing ?'* *' I said no more, but left his office laughing." Such pious ladies sometimes wear a hood Not altogether in all things quite suiting Their grave pretences, — that of doing good, — But still will persevere in constituting Themselves Apostles, and as such, by prying. Get neighbor s secrets, and save souls from frying. God knows I am no pattern saint myself. He also knows I never yet have been one ; He knows what constitutes that kind of delf. As for myself, I never yet have seen one I could in any truthful way call saintly, Although I've seen some ape it very quaintly. li t i I \ tn m m 5 m m m DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. l;!!!! ill: Saint Nicholas, for instance, apes it well At Christinas time, when he comes in so handy With baUs, fifes, drums and hammers, — not to sell, But give as gifts, with long, sweet sticks of candy, To all good children, cousins, sisters, brothers, Who're in good graces with their aunts and mothers. This kind of saint is ever dear to all ; They bring good cheer and wear bright sunny faces ; They're ever welcome, both in cot and hall, And flout the mockery of false grimaces. When in my dream I sought the higher regions, I saw no sour face amidst all the legions. W"hy should there be ? But here I must stop short, — I have to leave quite early in the morning By rail for Nova Scotia, where I'll sport A day or two ; but should I, on returning. Have aught to say which would be a delight to you, You'll get it all, and so, till then, good night to you. i,)ffi:!li{| ii il I. '■'■m PAKT FIFTH. Ah-hey ! this rumble, tumble, jolting in a car Along a railway line is most oppressing ; It circulates the blood, but then the jar Tour system gets at every jolt's distressing ; It's speed, in lessening distance 'tween the stations. Completes the sum of its recommendations. It does all well enough an hour or two In search of pleasure with a jolly party ; The pibroch skirling and the mountain dew Subduing care and keeping all round hearty. But when it comes to be both night and day work. The " Grand Trunk " mercies are but sorry pay work* And when, half-famished, you have reached a stage Where fother can be found, you get a quarter An hour to feed, but ere you can engage Your teeth to any purpose. Curse ! that Tartar Call'd the conductor — hark ! th bell is sounding, And " all aboard ! " is in your ears resounding. And then the dishes are so cursed hot. With the first mouthful tongue and throat are burning, And sputtering to relieve the pain, you dot With grease your neighbour's broadcloth ; or, in turning ;l H mm f r rii pi pi: mm f!i0B 60 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. Tour head, to the disgust of all beholders, You leave the balance on a lady's shoulders. Then there's the deil to pay, and no pitch shot To pay him with ; you feel in a quandary. The lady frowns, but still your mouth's so hot Tou can't express your sorrow to Miss Mary ; And what makes matters worse, instead of quaffing^ You're made the object of convulsive laughing. In Nova Scotia things are not so bad, The roads are shorter and the diet cooler. The clime more moderate, but still I'm glad ' To shun them all, and drive with Sandie ScouUar In a plain waggon, hearing his opinion Of that small section of our New Dominion.' The very pink of human bipeds, is This self-same Sandie for a chum or chatter ; His soul seems beaming from his eye and phiz. And then his broken Anglo-GsBlic clatter Is so well seasoned with good-natured bantering. That time seems nothing while you're onward cantering. We got to Windsor, with some time to spare Before the sound of that obnoxious whistle Went skirling, like a demon, through the air To gather round the station noise and bustle ; And so surveyed the village and its beauties As the first entered on our scroll of duties. DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 61 A pretty little town is Windsor when The tide is up, and wharves are in commotion With passengers and other freight, and men Called lumpers all at work with much devotion To get on board whate'er the steamer's needing In one short hour, ere yet the tide's receding. But when its down, how very loathsome 'tis To view its bed, long miles of slime and dankness, Where frogs would scorn to show their ugly giz ; Not even a boulder to relieve the blankness Which reigns all round, until Dad Neptune scatters It o'er again with his benignant waters. The steamer's off now, and the water down. So let us turn our backs on desolation. And see what can be found in this good town To yield the inner man some consolation For past neglects ; ha ! there's the very quarters Where man and horse may revel in like Tartars. This tidy hotel is the very thing For you and me, for comfort and economy ; I feel so jolly I could dance and sing ; None but a fool could here cry out " ohon-a-nee " — Cheap fares, good dinners, and the best of brandy, — Here's to your health and tartan ! honest Sandy. That warms the heart, so while we are in trim. We'll sally forth and view the outer stations, The ship-yards and what not, and yonder grim m ■ 'ii 62 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. Old house, which now for sev'ral generations Has dared decay, all kinds of weather ocoming, — I mean the mansion which " Sam Slick " was born in. It stands a gun-shot off the public road, A sylvan shaded avenue leads to it, It wears the aspect of a meet abode For monks and friars. I was never through it To see its fittings, but give me a kicking If I would thought Sam's clock-work there was ticking. But such it was, and has done ever since. To iu6 delight of every one who hears it ; And every tick declares he was a prince Of clock-craft who could make it. Forty years it Now is, since all its many wheels were bound up. And still its there, but Sam, alas ! is wound up. Alas ! poor Torick ! and, alas I poor Sam ! G-reat minds must pass away like common drivellers. The luscious oyster and the sickening clam. The 'itty rhapsodist and silly sniveller. All have their day, and all will have their night too, So for the change let each and all bedight you. I wish I was a moralist, I'd teach You all the path of duty, and the danger . You would incur by sneering while I preach Of things I wot not ; how the great Avenger Would one day come in all His might and fury, . And cook your goose, despite of judge or jury. DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 63 The preachers in our days are not the thing,^r- They don't know half as much as in past ages ; At times they give Old Nick a timourous fling, But then our former theologic sages Ofl braved him face to face, and met his cunning By their proficiency in script'ral gunning. These good old times have gone, and now we're sunk So far in sin below the average Yankee, That Moody turned out one day from his bunk, And, arm-in-arm with his dear brother Sankey, Embarked at New York to traverse the ocean. And teach John Bull the nature of de\'otion, In former times the light came from the East, And shed its radiance on all surrounding ; But now-a-days the most potential yeast For working up salvation and astounding The world comes from the West, a thing at variance With all the rules of mankind's past experience. " But," says my Muse, " Avhat, in the name of sense, Has Windsor got to do with this palaver? The time has come now to depart from hence, So cease at once your sentimental claver ; The iron horse stands snorting at the station " To waft you forward to your destination." Whatever you think, reader, let me say I can't admire the sudden, quaint gyrations My Muse indulges in from day to day ; fcilr i-m kM 64 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. No matter what may be my meditations, The sad, the cheerful, or the bright ethereal, 8he curbs or fires them by her power imperial. So I must yield, the time, she says is up, And o'er the rails we must again go rumbling ; Nor will the vixen even stay to sup, Although she hears my bowels sadly grumbling ; Now, I can swear by the Apostle Tupper, In Nova Scotia, N. S. means no supper. We're oiF at last ! jog jolt, jog jolt, jolt jog ; ■ v A. devil of a jerking-lurch, that last one. It made poor Sandie grunt out like a hog — " Cot tam ! she'll nearly to the floor doon cast one ;" And still come others, bump, bump, in succession, To punctuate this essay on progression. Our speed increases, and the landmarks fly ( Past with the wind ; a country, bleak and barren, With boulders interspers'd, now meet the eye, A proper subject for the brush of Farren, Because its every innate form and feature, If roughly painted, would look more like nature. We're bowling on, "Mount TJniacke" is near, And every throat is now as dry's a whistle ; But crackers, cheese, and reaming mugs of beer, Await us there to cool our drowthy gristle ; In two hours more we'll enter Haligonia, The empress of our western Caledonia. iM DISCURSOKY RUMINATIONS. 65 You see I can be classic when I choose, Plain Halifax don't sound so well in rhyming, So you must grant a license to the muse To use whatever words are best for chiming ; She claims it as her right, beyond objection. And will defend it both in square and section. She also has another reason why She wishes here to show her depth of learning, — 'Tis this, that city, in the years gone by. Oft prov'd itself an adept in discerning Her blushing merits while she yet was youthful. And deem'd each soul beneath the heavens truthful. Yes ! Halifax, within my inner core You have a lurking place ; a spark there smoulders. And has since the delightful days of yore. When years sat light upon these hairs and shoulders. Which slightest fanning, even at thy naming, I feel burst forth and through my bosom flaming. But now, how many of the leal and true I met then in the full-blown pride of manhood Have passed forever from our earthly view To seek the future, like old jocund Dan Wood. But what is, must be, good ne'er comes of crying, — Laugh while we may, there's time enough for sighing^ Now, here we are in Halifax again, All rigfit and tight in health, and wind, and feather And here too Sandie vowa he will remain, '!« 66 DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. |fJi?-?3"-" p w ll 1 -i (''i; ;■'■!'■: 11: jlfcl*' Hi|:!| [l|i! illH iP it J||ij|H{ It so reminds him of the land of heather ; But time will tell — perhaps he'll find it's better To dream upon it ere he mails his letter. Our traps are in the hotel, and our names Are register'd among the new arrivals ; We've seen our bedrooms, and grave Master James Has told us all about the late revivals ; But while he held forth on " the great outpouring,'* Confound the fellow, Sandie fell a snoring. So now to bed ! — The glorious Autumn sun Is up, and has an hour or two been chasing The clouds and vapours henceward one by one From the bright surface of old Bedford Bason, And drawing incense from the bowers and arbours Which gem the islets of this queen of harbours. Now from the citadel wp view the long Dark, straggling city lie beneath our vision ; The morning air rings with the joyous song Of British tars, whose honest, stern adhesion To Britain's flag, in every clime and season, Maintains her glory, with or without reason. Jack never stops to ask the reason why. His only care is to get at the foeman ; Then turns his quid, and upward casts bis eye To view the flutter of that flag which no mani Has ever dared to- fpown on with impunity, Nor ever will while Britons act in unity. / ,. DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. 67 View'd from this stand-point, what could be more sweet And picturesque than all the scene surrounding? The 'wooded hills, where crystal streamlets meet, Join fortunes, and in wedded bliss go bounding Down to the plains, where wide-spread fields are growing • . i ; Of yellow grain now ready for the mowing. The distant farm-house, with its pastures green, Where hawkie browses, or in rumination Reclines, with eyes half shut ; her sober mein Bespeaks the subject of her meditation, — *' Here are sweet grasses and abundant water, Now, what more's needed for a bachelor's daughter?" If true contentment be true bliss, the cow Has here the whip-hand over man's ambition i Hhe just lets well enough alone ; but how, 1 wonder, would she act in his condition, Curs'd with the foresight to see rent day coming. And tax collectors ever round her bumming? But let her ruminate — she's not to blame For mankind being born endowed with reason To weigh all things, and in that reason's name To " hold fast by what's good." Oh ! heinous treason Against the rules of creeds, and saints, and churches, Which all combine to give Xick the best purchase. But this is metaphysics, if that term Implies a something past our comprehension. So let us drop it, and survey this germ 1 : J m mm ■ % »;'"S iiiiii! 68 DISCUR80RY RUMINATIONS. So rich and rare in beauty ; our intention While here is to see everything that's beautiful, And tell you of them honestly and dutiful. If you should ever chance to take a trip To Halifax, in co. with son or daughter, Tou must on no account neglect to slip Into the ferry-boat, and cross the water To Dartmouth, and there get some jolly fellow To drive you up as far as Portobella. I have seen many places in my time, And may see many more, but such a picture Of rare magnificence Acadia's clime Has no where else to show. The stem restricture Pve set upon my muse to speak veracity Here almost fires up her innate pugnacity. O ! for an artist's pen to sketch its lines ; O ! for a Campbell's power to sing its merits ; ! for a mammoth pick to dig its mines. And glean therefrom the gold its quartz inherits, ! for herculean power to wield it cleverly ; And, ah ! for Sandie's sighs on leaving Waverly. The whole way up from Dartmouth to the mine Is one continuous scene of change and beauty ; Hill, wood, glen, lake and streamlet all combine With bosky dells and Indian huts, where sooty. But healthy, young papooses ramp and go it, Might make, in fact, the very ass a poet. DISCURSORY RUMINATIONS. As for the inner man you need not fret, His wants are well and speedily attended In that small inn, where you can freely set Your cares aside, and then, when all is ended, You get your bill, and stare in consternation ! ' At what, you blockhead ? Why, the moderation. Returning homewards, you might do much worse Than cause your Jehu to draw up his buggy Before " Craig Ross," and there take out your purse And pay him ; then, despite the rocks and shuggy Old rustic st^ps, ascend up to its summit, — The vievA' will pay for all the toils you come at. The laird, if you can find him — Donald Ross, — Is just the fellow you would like to meet with : A burly Celt, whose heart contains no dross ; A sterling gentleman as you could greet with ; Whose humour sparkles o'er a quiet bottle. Like grace beneath a vestment sacerdotal. ' Here Sandie felt at home, and Donald's eye Beam'd with pure ecstasy ; the very partan Could not surpass in hue the crimson dye Which tinged their cheeks, while both " tore up the tartan," And pledg'd " a whisky dram to great McCallam, The proudest chief who was or ever shall cam." In agriculture Donald proves his skill, — Potato) patches and a cabbage-stock yard Surround his mansion. Farther up the hill ■i ;iH !| 70 I)LSC'JK»S()RY KUMINATIONH. :*; A riislio 80iii, wIjoit vou can viow ilu? dock yard, Tlu> lui'bour and ilH j)iolur(»s{iuo io|)()}j;rii|)liy, Aiid pruHiso art, il Hliidonl of phoiograpliy. ]\\\\ iimo or lido will not await on inan, So w(^ nuist bundlo l)a<'\i^ard lo ilu» ci\y. Our tinio is short, ho liaslo! drain )ut yoiu'oan — To niiiSH " Si)rin}j; (jlard(Mis" would bo worso iliau pity. Xow " all aboard," aiul so wo nuist, abis I ^o Onoo nioro a rumbling downwards to M(»w (Jlasj^ow. Now boro wc arc at last, among tbo minims And minors' bouscAg oftl.is mucli liun'd Albi()n ; AV]iat(MM' Ibo ooal may bo, tbo oountry sliinc^s With brilliant aepect: let our first call bo on Mine hoal ** Tbo Ottawa," who wears not w«>cpors — Tbo })rince of scholars and of hotel keepers. You'll find his iiostelry beyond the bridge Whii'h spans the railway ; there your comfort's cer- tain ; You'll see his sign-board when you reach tlu^ ridge, x\nd all the other sundries \\ hich appertain To places of that kind, \a ith sunny faces To greet your entrance upon his good graces. A lovely prospect is this little town ! A plain rurality, which, in my deeming, Bespeaks an air of comfort up and down, And staid sobriety, tliat's most beseemi?ig ; DIHCURSOUY RUMINATIONS. lis (liiii^hl(M'H fuir, Hh air hchmic! and hcalMiy, Jta sons ituliialrioiiB, tliough rardy woallhy. 71 Yot, (noil \\vr(\ an odd oiio may ho found Who knows woll h(t\v to find lh(^ "root of evil," IJiif nol ainoni^ (ho slavoH who, iin(hT}j;round, 'I'nrn (hiy fo ni^hf^^, and wifh pi('lva.\(>s rovol Ajnidst. ooal-giini fo lu'op fhoir jjoilint; pofs on : Tlio iiKMi who niL'lro tho nionoy koop Ihoir ooalH on.' Ihit that. \h no oxcnplion to \ho rulo : do wlion* yon will you'll find that niy aKHorf ion Holds )j;ood : 1h(» man who in so much a fool As dotriiis coat, and work without oooroion. Will h(> allowod to toil vvifhout amoiidmont, Whilo ho who dons it waxos indopondont. Il >^ o;^ Photographic Sciences Corporation « V <^\^ 23 WEST MAIN STREET \ WEBSTER, NY. 14580 \ (716)873-4503 "% v V :\ \ V 6^ :\ \ ^ M Might soothe a captive writhing in his chains. When we have reach'd her arbor, which we'll do Within the compass of an hour or two, I'll place this ring upon her genty finger, Then to the good old parson quickly bring her. You'll be my stand-up man, and see the splice, — It won't take long, he'U do it in a trice. Soldier. With aU my heart ! I'll stand your friend in need, As you did mine, and wish you both God jipeed Upon your voyage to the land of bliss, — So what poor devil could do more than this. I envy not your rhino, comrade, but I do. Somehow, envy you of the gentle crew With whom you're bound to sail. I never yet Have had such fortune. Once a little chit In India, to whom I made proposals. And was accepted, but ere the espousals Could be accomplished, by my sainted mother, I found her out hob-nobbing with another, — So gave her up, and, as the story runs, She then was pregnant with a brace of sons. Now for your song, my jolly, jocund mate, Let's hear a ditty to your charmer Kate. Jack. All right, my hearty ; here goes for a stave I made myself, while on the briny wave We lay ona night becalm'd. The thoughts of Kate Were ever in my mind both ear and late ; So, with a pencil and a scrap of paper, I scrfttch'd it down — the moon and stars my taper. i '• »•? 108 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. The peaceful heaving of the ancient ocean Had rais'd within my bosom such devotion Towards the girl I lov'd, that common lingo Could not express my feelings : so, by jingo, I claim'd the privilege of the rhyming craft, And sung it to my messmates in the baft, Who join'd their voices to increase the sound, And spread Kate's praises o'er the waves around. Old Daddy Neptune seem'd to join our cheer. And sent a cat's-paw o'er the waters clear ; Then came the wind upon our larboard quarter, And sent us homeward bouuding thro' the water. TvN^—'' Smg of Death:* ' Go, boast of your beauties in circles of fashion, Array'd in the grandeur of state, But give me, thou Goddess of love's holy passion, The heart and the hand of dear Kate. Her bright, sparkling eyes pierce my soul with their glances ; Her brow is serenity's seat; Her smile, like an angel's, my bosom entrances, — Ecstatic's my love for dear Kate. On her cheelc rosy tints with the lily seem blending. Her teeth with the ivory could mate ; Her voice, all the music of nature transcending. Inspires me with love for dear Kate. My soul's dearest charmer ! my senses she'll ravish ; Love's slave I am doom'd from this date ; A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 100 AVere the Indies my portion, their wealth I could lavish To win but the lieart of dear Kate. Ye powers who at will rend the mountains asunder, Who wield the bright sceptre of fate. Who bridle the storms, and embattle the thunder, O ! give me the heart of dear Kate. a Soldier. That song rings well. Jack, on the morn- ing breeze, Whate'er its echo on the open seas. And wafts my memory back, on fancy's wings. To all the jubilance of youthful springs. When I, like others, felt love's genial glow O'er all the tendrils of my heart-strings flow ; When 'neath the weU remembered beechen shade, With long lost Jane on summer nights I stray'd. She died ! and I, to soothe my bitter grief, Betook me to the ale-house for relief. Alas ! I was mistaken, as I found But sorrow flow from dissipation's round. > My mother ! bless her ! oft invok'd with tears To win me from my dissolute compeers : But all in vain ! At last she also died. And was laid by my dear and lost one's side. Remorse then wrung my soul, and in despair I joined the army, where to do and dare Has been my life's ambition. My old sire I left behind heart-broken. In my ire Against myself; nor have I e'er since then, .-■ 'f't II 'i no A FIRESIDE DRAMA. Until last night, beheld him once again. Now, having found him whom I long thought dead, I'll smooth the pillow for his hoary head ; It may be take a wife, if I can find Some decent woman suited to my mind. Jack. There I'm on hand, old fellow ! In my eye I know the woman that will suit you fly ! You still seem hale, and well, and stout, and jaunty. Then why the devil not take Kitty's aunty ? A good old soul as ever Hv'd, is aunt ; She loves me like a son, too ; when I want A good advice, I always seek her mailing, She never pesters me with useless railing, But speaks so kindly, and so most uncommon, I always view her as a model woman. She's been a widow now for several years, . , And has one child, a daughter, whom she rears With tenderness and care, — a lovely chitty. The living picture of my little Kitty. | . .. Soldier. Mayhap your right, Jack, in your hasty view Of the position, but there's always two ' Eequir'd to make a bargain. So you see That aunt might hesitate. She knows not me ; And well, perhaps, she don't Tet still I think She may do worse. I have forsworn the drink, And mean to keep my oath, with heaven's aid. My pension's good — two shillings— diJy paid Once every quarter, and I'm not so old. Just forty-five next summer, stout and bold A FIRESIDE DRAMA. Ill For all my wounds. I'd like to see her ! Say, How are her looks ? her eyes dark, blue, or gray ? And is she tall or short ? just give a hint. But, more than all, I hope she does not squint. Jack. Her squint ! be damn'd ! My Kitty's aunty squint? No ! by the master of the Royal mint, More loving eyes ne'er peer'd into my heart ! They are of Kate's the very counterpart. She squint ? let's hear no more of that 'ere lingo. Lest we should quarrel. Squint ! squint ! by jingo ! SoLDiE?-. Smooth down your ruffles. Jack ; I meant no harm. To make you thus get all afroth like barm ; How stands our march now to young Kitty's camp ? Jack. Just round yon turning, past the mossy swamp, One little spurt, then hey ! for our re-meeting. My heart goes bounding to receive her greeting. Soldier. Your hand. Jack, that you'll speak a friendly word To aunt, if so be other things accord. Jack. Now hero we are ! This charming little cot, Half hid by bushes, holds my treasur'd lot. 0, God ! I thank you for my safe return From wave and war. O ! how my vitals burn Just now with love ; but hark ! I hear her strains : She sings of me ! My blood leaps thro' my veins To clasp her in these arms. But list ! and hear The love notes meant not for a lover's ear. m I 112 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. Within the cottage Katie a' alane Pour'd to her inner ear this wailing strain — Tune— "Zo^tc o' Buchan.^^ Chorus. — O ! weary's my heart since young .Tack gaed awa', ! weary's my heart since young Jack gaed awa', But I hae his promise, whatever befa'. That he'll aye be laithfu', baith here and awa'. The last time we parted, my braw sailor chiel Said, " Kate, baith my h^ad and my heart's in a creel, But this cruise once over, if a' things baud weel, I'll haste back, my dearie, our paction to seal." Without him, the months seem mair lang than the years When he's by my side wi' his jibes and his jeers ; But I maun cheer up and give over my fears. For nae guid can come by this shedding o' tears. Last nicht, in my dreaming, I saw my dear lad Come bounding alang wi' a heart licht and glad ; He leap'd o'er the fence frae the field to the pad. Then clasped my waist, and said, "Why, Kate, so sadf He kiss'd me sae fondly, that, ere I could speak, I felt his warm tears runnin' doun' o'er my cheek, 1 swoon'd in his arms, for my joy made me weak, And woke to find out 'twas a fanciful freak. — f A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 113 But I inaiin cheer up, f.r my faither is frail ; It would sadden his heart should he liear me bewail : Sae blaw ye kind breezes, and fill weel the sail That brings my de-ar laddie to me frae the gale. Jack, rushing in at the cottage door, exclaims — Your dream came true, my Kitty, here I am All right and tight in every timber. Calm All your fears, my girl, Jack's still the lad To kiss away your grieving, and make glad That little heart of thine. Tip me your finger, See here's the ring, and now I cannot linger A second till I see it on that hand, JS'ow all my own. Come, soldier, do not stand Ho far aback. This is my Kate ! of whom I told you. Now, may all the saints illume Our pathway to the altar. Hear me ! Kate — Why ! what's the matter ? By the shafts of fate, The girl has fainted. Quick ! there, bear a hand. And bring that pitcher from the washing stand ; I'll souse h^'r well. By all the moods and tenses The girl's so proud, she's swoon'd out of her senses. Soldier. She's coming round, now ; so, with your good pleasure, I'll seek tlie garden walks for a brief measure : Such scenes as these, I hold, are far too holy For strangers' eyes to gaze on. Melancholy Has been at times my enemy ; and now This heart-felt scene, I feel, has clothed my brow » f-m m K .llll ¥ 114 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. With its dark mantle. I will anon be lack To share your joyful jubilations, Jack. [Soldier retires.] Jack and Kate alone. Jack. See here, my lass, this faintinp: wUl not do, It scares a fellow so all through and through. Why, when I show'd the ring, I thought your joy Would make you dance with ecstasy. This coy Demeanor is not meet 'tween you and me Here, as I am just newly back from sea. Cheer up, Kate, and be brave ! To me 'tis bliss To clasp you thus, and take another kiss. Kate. I noo am weel and strong. The sudden start Brocht something like a dwawm about my heart ; But noo I feel sae blythe to see ye hame Frae a' the dangers o' the saut sea faem, I maist could greet wi' gladness at the sicht- — I dreamed about ye a' the lee lang nicht. Jack. And so did I of you, Kate, night and day ; Awake, asleep, in port, and on the spray, My little charmer still was in my mind — Her love notes reach'd my ear on every wind. But how is father ? and your worthy aunt, My sage old counsellor ? May heaven grant That both are well, and that ere little minx, Her daupV*:cv< Here's an image of the sphinx I brov u - . & toy from o'er the water, — A rar< y"^':z i^ fining, is that self-same daughter. Kate. !:;> ivu man's unco frail this lang while back, A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 115 But aye he speaks o' you in ilka crack. My aunty's weel and hearty, and the bairn Gangs to the school noo, and seems gleg to learn Beyond her years. Her mither's in the yaird To feed the poultry, and the guid auld laird, My faither, has, as usual, lain doun To tak' a blink o' rest ; but he'll be roun' Ere lang — it's now about his time o' rising ; He's frail, but keeps his spirits most surprising. Hey, Jack ! this day my heavy heart feels fain To see yo safely back to me again. This while I've had a drearv kind o' dread Some ither lass had come to fill my stead Within your breast, but noo I feel quite gay To hear you vow that still ye love me sae. Jack. Still love you, Kate ! Why, bless your little soul, I'm true to you, as magnet to the pole. Still love you ! When I cease to do so, may The canker worm, that never dieth, prey Upon my vitals. Yes, Kate, while I live 'Tis but for you. Again I ask you, give That little finger till I place this ring Up^in it. There, now ! ere the joyous Spring Again develops Nature's various charms, r clasp my Katie in a husband's arms. [SoLDiEB returns from the f/arden, accompanied by Aunt.] What, ho ! good aunt, my worthy, pious dame ; How goes the^wind the course by which you came ? m 116 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. in Hand mo your flipper, for the sake of times Now past and gone, and oft forgiven crimes Against your sage advices. See here, Kate, Methinks our worthy aunt has caught a mate ; She's an old stager in the angling trade, And might, mayhap, yet hook this dashing blade. Don't frown, good aunt, nor look ao very glum — We know what's past, but know not what's to come. For you, my shipmate, may the doctor march Me into quarantine, but this seems arch And stark hypocrisy in you to feign Such modesty, a hidden point to gain. Tou see it, Kate ; now, by that golden ring, I can't resist my impulse now to sing. Tune—" Duncan Gray:' Here's this gallant son of Mars, — O, hey ! the thinking o't ; Just returning from the wars. What need for blinking o't ; Came with me this day at noon, " Spare my blushes," then, his tune. Who would thought that he so soon Could set love's scales a clinking o't. There he stands, nor can deny ; Mark his nervous winking o't ; Fire and fight in every eye. As he had been drinking o't ; Stand at ease, now, and confess That there's virtue in my guess ; A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 117 Heave the truth out, more or less, Aud give o'er the shrinking o't. Soldier. Now hold there, Jack, your merits as a railer Are quite becoming in a jolly sailor : But what, suppose I did admire your aunt, I hope its no offence ; and do not vaunt. When this I say, I always did my duty To Queen and country, honour, love and beauty. Where'er I found it. Once, I tell you, Jack, I sav'd a maid from ravishment and wrack In India, when the Sepoy demons wag'd . Their deadly war 'gainst virtue. I engaged A round half dozen of the cursed crew. And kill'd or maim'd them all, savtf only two, Who fled like cowards from my flashing blade ; Then safely to her friends I bore the maid. This medal on my breast attests the fact. It bears, you see, a record of the act. So if, in time, your aunt should prove less coy, Who knows but yet we might be kinsmen, boy ? Then I could sing with all your present glee A verse like this, at Hymen's jubilee, — Tune— " 7)M7icfln Gray" Notwithstanding all my scars. And her long denying o*t, Kitty's smiles and Jacky^s jars. Yet I still kept trying o't ; At the end she gave a sigh. • ''9 118 A PIRBSIDK DRAMA. While the tear stood in her eve. Bent her head, and made reply, Yours, past all denying o't. Then young Jack took in a reef, And gaA'^e o'er his prying o't : Kitty jeer'd through sheer mischief, Ceas'd her how and whying o't ; Auntie, to complete my bliss, Seal'd her promise with a kiss : Bashful wooers, think of this — Make another trying o't. Aunty. Be done, ye graceless fellows, wi' your vapours, Tour singing sangs, and ither raenseless capers ; It isna fair, that twa should thus keep poking At ane sae meiklo idle jibes and jocking. J might excuse the sodger for his pranks, Wha'se been sae lang awa 'amang the Franks And'Blackamoors, that he has learn'd to twaddle As cleverly as he can mount his saddle. But as for your Jack, I hae nae excuse — It's just the nature o' your randy muse. Fye, lad ! sic nonsense iU beseems the chiel That I sae aft hae counsel'd for his weal. Jack, Now, by the pipers of the holy war. My worthy aunt, I did not mean to mar Tour tete-a-tete with this my gallant friend ; I thought his campaigns all were at an end, But, like the brave old hero that he is, A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 119 He still has some new conquest in his gizz, And will not raise the siege till he has made Yuur heart a captive, though he has to wade Knee deep in blood to do it. Soldier. Bravo ! Jack : But ere you sail much further on that tack, One word aside. [They whisper together, after which Jack and Katie retire.'] Soldier \to Aunt alonel. You have my offer ; may 1 dare to press it ? I've been long away Midst noise and tumult, and would now desire To settle down. My heart is all on fire To have your answer. True, as you have said, It's rather sudden, but be not afraid — I'll keep my oath ! I lov'd you in my heart Before I saw you. I have had a part In many strifes since first I learn'd to roam, And now would seek the comforts of a home. I heard so much about you from that lad. While journeying here, that all my soul felt glad With the dim prospect that I now had found A healing balm to cure my every wound. We have no cumbrance worthy of a name To mar our prospects, if our mutual aim Be to inspire a mutual affection, — Leave minor doubts for future time's dissection. Your little girl to me will be a daughter, To wean my thoughts from bygone scenes of slaughter. To you my father will become a sire m 'If i m 120 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. I In all ways worthy of your love. The dire Calamities that have beset his life Will be atoned for when you are my wife. We both have health, and may have many years Of bliss in store, but for those foolish fears That haunt your mind ; but these you must discard. I swear by heaven ! ever to regard My vow of love and truth. My future bliss Hangs on your answer ; make that answer — yes ! Aunty. The truth o' what ye say I'll no deny ; And mair, I dinna see the reason why We may not prosper, just as weel as ithers Wha tak* aae lang to maister a' their swithers. I'll mak' the venture, if ye aye keep steady ; Sae there's my han' — ye hae my heart already. Soldier. May all the angels bless you for that same ! But, now I think of it — what is your name ? Mine is Tom Trafton, of the Royal Grays — Best known as Dashing Tom, — for many days A sergeant in my troop. But as I hear Jack in the hall — your name, ere he appear. AuNTT. My maiden name is Jenny Smibert. Soldier. Then, Dear Jenny ! I, in common with all men, Will take this happy chance, before it slips. To seal our bargain on those tempting lips. Re-enter Jack and Kate. Jack. How goes the siege? Methinks our aunt looks flush'd. mi t A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 121 Not yet surrender'd ? Why, you should have push'd Your works up closer. Soldier. Cease your babbling, Jack— • The thing's all right ! I've had my arle smack ; And now, to prove my title to such bliss. Before you both, I claim another kiss. AuNTT, Fie ! Tom, gie o'er wi' a' this wanton bother* Soldier. Provoke me, and I'm bound to have another. Jack. This sort of thing's infectious, Kate ; so, hero. Take that, and that, and still one more, to clear Away all envy from these pouting lips. Rich in the nectar which old Cupid sips. Kate. Be done wi' a' sic nonsense in the licht. Ye haivrel fool. I vow> a bonny plicht Ye've put my hair in wi' your foolish pranks ; Frae me, I wat, ye'se get but little thanks For sic like capers. List ! as sure's I'm here. The laird is at the door. Enter the Laird. Laird. What means that steer I heard e'enoo ? Eh ! is it sae ? Why, Jack ! My dearest lad, I'm proud to see you back. I've been sae frail, and ye've sae lang been gane, I had some fears my yearning micht prove vain To see ye ance mair seated by my side Before I died, wi' Katie for your 'bride. Eh, man ! how I hae pray'd for this to be, When ye were far awa' upon the sea. 122 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. I had a lawyer down by here short syne, And gat a' matters settled to my min'. The mailing will be Kate's, wi' a* the stock O' horse and nowto, and sheep, and a' the flock O' pigs and poidtry ; but, remember, ye Maun promise henceforth to forego the sea, And live at home with Kate, my only bairn. To guard and guide her. I hae grown forfairn. And now I stand in need o' you, my son. To cheer and help me till my glass is run. To aunty here, wha'se acted wi' sic faith As Katie's guardian, since her mither's death. I've left in guid hard cash five hunder marks. To help to keep hersel' and bairn in sarks. And I wad hae ye, Jack, for Katie's sake, O' aunty there your confidant to make, As I hae done on mair than ae occasion, And found her aye clear-headed on probation. She's but a lanely woman, as you ken, But ane that's worthy o' the best o' men. I've kent her since she was a wee bit wean. Scarce fit to toddle o'er the floor her lane ; And, though I say it linly to her face, She's ever been an ornament and grace To a' concerned. Noo, Jack, the truth to spoak, I want the nuptials to tak' place next week. Or next again, at farthest, us I tear I am not destined laug to sojourn here. What say ye, lad ? for Katie kens laiigsyne My mind upon the subject. What is thine ? Jack My mind is simply this : "•' Thy will bo done" A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 128 In all things you have mentioned, save in one. IiATRD. And what may that be, I am bauld to speer ? Jack. For answer, you must aak my comrade here. Laird. Preserve me, Jack ! I never saw the chiel ; My seven senses .naun be in a creel, To be sae clattering about our affairs. And twa strange lugs wide open to hae shares 0' a' was said. Wha is he, may I speer ? He scoms a swanky lad, baith hale and fier. A sodger too ; I like him nane the waur For that. My faither fell langsyiie, afar On lone Corunna, fechtin' under Moore, When I was but a lad. A dreadfu' stour Was that same faught, where Moore himsel' was slain ! AVha are ye, lad ? I'm gi'en to speaking plain. Soldier. That fault's my own, old man — if fault it be: I always love a manner frank and free. I am a soldier, lately from the wars. In which I've had my share of cuts and scars. My name is Trafton, alias Dashing Tom, Of the Scots' Greys, now long away from home, But back once more, still stout in lith and limb. Laird. His peace be here ! Te're no the son o' him 1 kenn'd langsyne, poor man ! wha's only son Maist broke his heart, when to the wars he run To hide his shame ? Soldier. I am the same, old man ; I stand confess'd before you. Now, I've ran My course of madness, and have found the father is 124 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. You speak of; and may curses round me gather, If, in the future, I don't make amend For all the past. I thought him dead, old friend, Till, by the merest accident, I met And recognized him. Now, you see, I've set My plans for future comfort. I have pledg'd My troth to wed this lady. We're engag'd To join our lots in one, on the same hour When Jack and Katie enter Hymen's bower. Laibd. Preserve me, Jenny! I heard nought o' this, — It quite dumfounds me what I hear. Why, bless My heart ! to think that we hae liv'd sae lang In this same house thegither ; and hae sang Sae aft in unison our evening psalm O' praise. It mak's me maistly like to dwawm To think, if this be true, that you, at least. Could keep sae fell a secret in your breast. As if I wasna worthy o' the trust I aye hae plac'd in you. Now, hear me ! must My faith in you be broken, or can ye Explain the matter to mak' a' things 'gree ? Speak out at anes ! I'll lend a willing ear. And anything ye hae to say I'll hear. Aunty. Noo, laird, just calm your fears, I didna tell, Because, ye see, I didna ken mysel' : 'Twas but this day the bargain has been made. While ye were quietly on your hammock laid ; And sae, ye see, I've had but little chance To tell ye aught about it. But a glance A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 125 At matters as they stan' will show you, laird, That we hae acted for the best. I car'd But little for a change, sae lang as Kat« Was single ; but, when in the marriage state. It never suits for aunts, or uncos either, To interfere wi' twa that's bound thegither. Laird. Weel, I declare I that woman has a sleicht 0' makin' a' she does seem in the richt; She's never wrang ! tak' ye my word for that. She ever has her reasons ready pat For ilka deed. When done, she's maybe richt. But tell me, sodger, can ye vow this nicht That ye hae drappet ilka wild stravaig, And mean to settle like a douce auld naig. If sae, for my auld Irien', your faither's sake, rU gie ye my consent. If no, I'll make An alteration in the will, and leave The cash to Jenny's bairn. I would as lieve See Jenny in her grave, as bound to ane , \ Wha'd use her iU when I am dead and gane. SoLDiEB. I swear! — Laibd. Na ! na ! my lad, nae swearing here, That's just a remnant o' your wild career ; Just place your hand upon your heart and say, With God's help, till my last, my dying day, I'll ever prove a husband kind an leal. And sober — mind ye that, my swanky chiel, — And if I ever cause my wife a t-ear Through fault o' mine, may a' the demons sear My worthless saul doun in the burning pit V'i HI 126 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. Wi' brunstane cinders, three times doubly het. What say ye, sodger, to my offer now ? Soldier. That I am ready to endorse the vow. With, or without, the brunstane. Laied. Then I say Amen ! Here, Jenny, tak' his hand, and may An auld man's blessing a' your steps attend. A virtuous life aye brings a happy end. Soldier. Both said and acted like yourself, old man. May all the blessings which prevail, from Dan To Beersheba, rest on your hoary head Eor that same resolution. Laibd. Now to bed. The morn we'll get a' ither matters squared About the nuptials. Jack. But hear me, laird — I wish to know, before it comes too late. How did the lawyers fix up the estate My father left me ? Laibd. That matter's settled. Jack, To my contentment, and I think, in fack, Te'U be mair than content when ye hae seen The papers. But the morn, if spared, I mean To place them in your hands, and then ye'U see I've done my best to mak' things a' agree. Sae, guid nicht, lads, the morn, if a' be weel, I'll warn the minister to get his seal Set on your pactions. Katie, lass, come here, A kiss, my dawtie ! for it noo seems clear I winna hae ye lang. Guid e'enin', aunty : My word, ye're looking twice as crouse and canty A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 127 Beside your jo, than ye hae done a' simmer, When flowers were gay, and leaves were on the timmer. Jack. One song before we part, and all must join The chorus in this version of langsyne. Tune— "wSmW langsyne." Its sweet to mix in scenes like this, Where genial hearts combine, To take and give a loving kiss. As Adam did langsyne. For auld langsyne, my dear, For auld langsyne ; Let each that's here his lassie cheer, For auld langsyne. Sae yell tak' Jenny by the han' ; And, Katie, here, is mine ; In we 1, or wae by ither stan' Like our forbears langsyne. For auld langsyne, &c. In peace or war, let Jenny be Aye boonmost in your min'. Then care and strife will ever flee Like foemen loons langsyne. For auld langsjme, &c. And I, where'er my lot be cast, Upon the land or brine, Will love my Katie to the last, Like Abraham langsyne. For auld langsyne, <&c. m 128 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. ACT THIBD.— THE WEDDING DAT. M> Jack alone in the garden. Well, here I am alone, this blissful morn ; The sky is clear, although no warbler's horn Sends forth its music to congratulate Me on my union with my pretty K«ie. The trees have shed their leaves, but .itill the earth To me seems beautiful, as at its birth It was to Adam. But, then, even u. Was not content in Paradise, till she — Our common grandmother — to him was given, And then his earthly bliss partook of heaven. But she, poor thoughtless soul, was fond of knowledge, And, as she knew not w'here to find a college. She pluck'd from off the tree on which it grew, Then in full fruit and right before her view, Some of the envied treasure, found it sweet. Then pluck'd some more, and made her husband eat. But, hold on, .Tack, you know full well what evil 'ame from that act, and play'd the very devil On earth ; so that we now must toil and sweat Through Winter's cold and Summer's broiling heat For food. Well, be it so ! I'd rather hat« The fiend, and labour hard, than lose young Kate. On that point Adam and myself agree, For, like a man, he stuck to Eve. But see Here, Jack, what next came of it, when young Cain, A FIRESIDE DRAMA. p P 't i If. ^lil; '':ii if-'lmi 129 The firebrand, left his brother Abel slain Upon the field ? Well, that's a poser ! but, Ye see, it was not Adam made the cut Which kill'd him. On the contrar, he and Eve Long mourn'd his death. Cut down like unripe sheaf Of grass ; and all through jealousy and envy On Cain's part, which he never dar'd deny. But there's some consolation in my fate — I've nothing to be jealous of but Kate ; And, then, thank God ! I have not got a brother To kill. But if the son of any other mother Would dare to envy her ! But hold on, Jack, No need just now for all this foolish clack ; Such abstruse meditations all belong Of right to parsons. Let us have a song ! TuNF.—'' Miller of Dron:' ! what delight, this morning bright, To feel the breezes play Upon my cheek, while here I seek The sun's first op'ning ray. To Nature's child, the desert wild Has always something gay ; So, here I sing, as blythe as Spring, — This is my wedding day. So, here I sing, &c. Ye powers of fate, protect my Kate To bless these arms for aye ; Till both our locks, like wintry shocks. Are silver'd o'er with gray. 10 180 A FIRESIDE DRAMA, She fires my soul, beyond control, To sing this roundelay. Yes, Kat«, my girl, my senses whirl On this, my wedding day. Yes, Kate, my girl, &c. And when we st«er our course from here, May Captain Death array Us in one berth to leave the earth, So that we ever may Through endless years in otbe?" sphere^, Companions on the way. In union sing, till echoes ring Our joyful wedding day. In union sing, &c. SoLDiEB, alone, in front of the cottage. This morn I feel my mind all in a maze At what's transpir'd within the last few days. I thought I'd seen enough of sudden changes Between old Dover and the river Ganges, And so I have, but this exceeds them all. Why, let me see. Yes, I could almost fall Upon my knees to thank the bounteous Giver Of all this bliss, which, like a atemless river, Comes rushing on me. A few days ago I deem'd myself alone ! saw naught but woe And future loneliness ; then came the storm By which I was o'ertaken. When my form Was lowly bending 'neath the heartless blast, My spirits vanquish'd ^d my hopes o'ercast ?,!« A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 131 With gloom, here came that gallant sailor lad, Like a relieving angel. Bless him ! had Another hour elaps'd before he came, What might have been my fate ? I dread to name What were my sad forebodings at the time. But let that pass. What next ? Then to a clime Of genial love and piety he led My tottering footsteps, where with warmth and bread I was refresh'd, and liven'd with a cup Of my old enemy. But then a sup, Worn as I was at that time, did me good — It stirr'd my pulse and warm'd my stagnant blood. Then came my father, whom I long had thought Beyond all care and sorrow. But I wot I now have turn'd a leaf, and chang'd the route I hitherto have follow'd. What a lout, With all my so-call'd dash, I must have been Not to have written to him. When the Queen Bestow'd this medal on me, for my dash In saving that young maiden by a flash Or two of my bright blade, I felt so much Elated, that I deem'd myself, if such Had ever liv'd, a knight of the first water For succouring that old man's lovely daughter. But how, I marvel, would my pride have sank If some bold fellow in a neighboring rank Had whisper'd in my ear this sentence, " Tom, When last I was on furlough to my home, I saw your aged father often led From house to house to beg his daily bread ?" But then I did not know. Now, I have found him, 132 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. I'll try with love and comfort to surround him. My wife, too, for this is my wedding day, Will do the same. Yes, Jenny, if I may Conclude from what I have both seen and heard, You are a gem of love, who will regard His years with tenderness. But when I muse On this transition in my former views Of matrimony, I feel sore perplext, And wonder what the devil wiH come next. Well, let me see ! I'll join the church, and then Advise with her like other sober men. On one point I have made a firm resolve, Let what may come, I never will involve That loving creature, Jenny, or her child. In grief on my account. That I was wild And dissolute beyond my peers, God knows, — Now, with His help, I'll keep my present vows. That song I made last night, while ling'ring here, I'll try its echo on my inner ear. Tune—" Did you ever see the devil f " Now my marching days are over, So no more I'll be a rover, But stiU live under cover With my own dear wife ; Where my darling little Jenny Will partake of every penny, And our children, if weVe any. Will be joys for our life. With a father for consulting. 1 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 133 And a wife that won't be jilting, Who the devil would keep bilting At a bar-room door? So, farewell to drink and folly And the demon melancholy, I must live a life that's holy, Which I never did before. Now away, ye tempting glasses, And ye wanton barrack lasses, I've a jjy now that surpasses My experience of yore ; I've a charming wife to love me, So, by all the stars above me, They will find, when once they prove me, I am Dashing Tom no more. J'ACK and the Soldiee meet at the garden gate. Soldier. Why, Jack, my lad, you're early on the deck; How beats your pulse this morn ? My own, I reck Not what's the matter, feels all out of sorts, Just as it did when brought up to the courts To be attested. This is something new In my experience ; yet there were but few Who pick'd their drill up quicker in my squad Than I did after joining. But, egad ! I feel a little nervous ; much the same As I have felt before a deadly game In war began. I feel all o'er agog To see the girls. How are they ? ill I'm m IS" ;l 134 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. Jack. Stop my grog, If I can tell ; I have been strolling round An hour or so, and have not seen tuem. Sound The alarm ! and rouse up both the beauties On this, the morning of their nuptial duties. Soldier. Hold on there. Jack ! no need for all this haste — The morning's young, so let us have a taste Of the fresh air ; they'll soon be stirring now. Jack. Mayhap they may, but all the night, I vow, I could not sleep for thinking about Kate, The witching little craft. But see here, mate, What of the parson ? Soldier. Why, you know, the laird Said he would see to him. Jack. I'm rather scared He'd sleep upon the way. But list ! I hear The boatswain pipe to breakfast and good cheer. After hreahfasU Laibd alone. Laird. It lang has been my wish to see the twa United in the bonds o' love and law ; And noo the happy day has come, I feel My heart grow big with gratitude. The chiel Is worthy o' her. Aft my heart grew grit, When by the ingle here I saw them sit Sae modest, yet sae fain. If her dear mither Was to the fore, what joy we a' thegither Micht share. His faither, too, leal, honest man, Lang wish'd this consummation. When I ran A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 186 Ayont this morning to the minister, I saw That godly man ' ' "el' approv'd of a' The fell arranges. .»d 1 hae made, and seems To think their hopes of bliss nae idle dreams. And what for should thoy ? baith are young and stark, With a braw nest egg to begin their wark ; They've lo'ed ilk ither lang, and been weel tried To prove their faith. And then again, beside, If they should hae a bairn, whilk's no unlike, 'i:\u\t same \»ill bring mair sunshine to their byke. And as for aunty, she's a prudent quean. She'll manage that mad sodger lad, I ween, Unless the deevil'*^ him ; but I think He's no sae cams j when he's out o' drink. But she can lead him with her winning way To see the richt frae wrang. And then his pay Will keep them aye frae want a id in a beild ; Forby, he seems a strapping, manly cheild. But what keeps Kate ? I told her to come in And crack a blink before the steers begin ; I kenna what's come o'er her, I maun see — This is nae time to mak' a tirrivee. [Retires.'] Kate, ahne. Dear me ! I'm sae put through, I kenna weel What first to do, my head's in sic a' creel ; That saucy fellow, too, wi' his daft capers, Has nearly ruin'd a' the curling papers That's in my hair. And then, again, my aunty Has wark enough hersel', though she's sae canty. But she gaed through*t before, and kens the gate II 186 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. Of a' pertaining to the bridal state. I wonder what she'll do wi' that big fellow, Brunt by the sun till he's baith brown and yellow. And speaks o' naething worthy o' the mention But fechts and sic like, past my comprehension. But she kens best hersel' ; I wadna gie Ae blink o' Jack's bright, sparkling, dark blue e'o For a' his bulk ; and then he dants me sae, And's aye sae fu' of roguish wit and play. That I feel lanely when he's no beside me — With him, I scarcely fear what micht betide me. lat I maun rin and get the table set, /ind see that a' the vittles are kept het, Till ance the sodger and young Jack returns, With the guidman and guidwife o' Whinburns ; And that frail wandering wicht, the sodger's faither. Waes me ! but they were lang awa frae ither, But noo I hope the son M'ill keep his word, And mak' him blythe till laid into the yird. The laird has ken'd him lang, and aften says He was a wally man in former days. But what was that ? I thocht I heard a knock, — Preserve me ! its already twelve o'clock. What will the laird think o' my fell neglect, But I'll rin in and show him due respect. [Retires.] Aunty, alone. Whar has the lassie gane ? She seems quite carried. The foolish thing, about this getting married ; But then she's young, and kens na' o' the fyke. The fash, the care, the troubles and the like I'i A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 131 That ever follov/ every stage o' life, But aye a double share fa's to the wife. E'enoo it a' seems sunshine, and, nae doubt. They hae fair prospects. Baith are young and stout. And hae a good down-setting to begin Their matrimonial career. But din And fash aye come alang with bairns, and when She has a clutch o' sic wee wives and men, A' racing roun her, tumbling chairs and stools. And skirling far aboon the gamut's rules ; With dirty faces, and mair dirty hippins To wash and snod, with here and there the drippins On the floor head, she'll no be sae light-headed, I'll gie my word for that, if It be needed. As for mysel', I hae na raeikle fear ; He says he'll aye behave weel, and keep clear Of a' his former habits. Yes ! and then He is so tall and handsome, that I ken But few that look sae weel. And when he speaks The flush of manhood glows in e'en and cheeks. And then he seems sae fond like of his faither, Noo that he's found him, that I maun be either Nae judge of me:i, or else he, on his part. Will cheat me sair, if not good at the heart. A wee thocht training with a canny hand, With him will be mair powerfu' than command. I weel can see he ha a stubborn will. That wadna yield to driving ; but I still Can see he also has a tender point That may be led, if naething out of joint Should interfere. Anither thing I see, 1 -iy 138 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. He's unco fond o' bairns, and sae, if we, — I'm no sae auld yet, only tlnrfcy-five, — Should in our new relationship contrive To get a bairn, a wee, fat, chubby laddie, I will insist on naming't for its daddy ; And then, I ken as weel as tongue can tell, He'll gang clean gite about it and mysel'. The prize money he speaks of and his pension Will mak' an or'nar' income, no to mention My ain braw nest-egg lying in the chest, My ither orras, and the laird's bequest. And then again, the comfort that I'll hno, With a guidman to cheer me nicht and day. The mair I think o't, I see less occasion For making scruples or a false evasion. But I maun seek for Kat?, to get her aid To cook the pies and puddings I hae made. [Retires.] Laibd and Katie. Laied. Dear me ! my bairn, ye hae stay'd lang awa' ; I waited for ye anxious in the ha', But still ye cam' na : say, whar' hae ye been ? Katie. No very far, I warran', bui; I clean Forgat my promise, in the unco steer To get things ready ere the guests appear. Laibd. Weel, weel ! it may be sae ; but whar is aunt ? She seems the day to mak' her presence scant. That sodgor jo of hers has turn'd her head, But hooly, hooly, time will bring remeid. A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 199 When will the lads be back frae Whinnyburn ? They've been a gey while gane. Katie. I'll tak' a turn Alang the knowes, and look out frae the rock ; Jack said they'd a' be hame by three o'clock. Laibd. Te needna mind, my bairn, there's time for a' That's to be done — e'enoo it's scarcely twa ; And then the minister will no be here Till sax at e'en, and sae ye see, my dear. There's nae need for sic hurry. Has your aunt Seen to preparing a' things that we want ? Enter Aunt in aflutter, AuNTT. Guid bless me ! Katie, I've been roun' and roun', And searching for ye a' gates up and doiin, To get ye for a helpmate in the spence, Sae come awa' noo, like a lass of mense ; The day is wearing on, and I declare They'll a' be on us ere we are aware. Excuse her, laird, the lass, ye ken, maun learn She's noo nae langer to be thocht a bairn. [Aunt and Kate retire.l Laibd. "Weel, be it sae ; I'll lie doun for a snooze — I canna bide this racket in the house. [Retires.'] Enter Jack, singing. Tune—" Bonnj/ Dundee.** Chorus. Now, fill up a cup to toast our good cheer. But don't make it brandy, or whisky, or beer ; r. I! I 140 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. A sip of good coffee or sterling Bohea Is enough to enliven the soldier and me. To the old folks at Whinburn this morning I spoke, Saying, " Up, laird, be stirring, and don thy best cloak ; And you, my good mother, give over all strife. For to-day Kitty Barbour will be made my vi'iie." Then up got the laird, took his staff in his hand. Saying, " Now, lad, I'm waiting the word of command ; Bring along the old wii'e, I feel joyful this day To join in the cheer of your bridal array." The soldier look'd bold, as he mounted the car To drive the old couple to here from afar ; He oft crack'd his whip, while he sat in the van, And spoke words of joy to his hoary old man. The mendicant now has got over his grief, And laughs with a glee that surpasses belief; They're all at the door here, awaiting the laird — Haste Aunty and Katie to show them regard. Hey ! Aunty ! Katie ! skipper ! ship-a-hoy ! The craft's deserted ! neither man nor boy Aboard ! What, ho ! The devil ! this don't tally With discipline. I'll try the cooking galley. Aunt ! Kate ! where are you at th'3 juncture, say? The ship's adrift., and may be cast away If handled thus. A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 141 Enter Laird in his night cap. Laibd. What ! is the house on fire ? Or what's the matter, that your vocal lyre Is strung to such a pitch ? Jack. Where's all the crew G^ot stowed to ? Here we are, but neither you Nor Aunt, nor Kate, nor any one, to meet us, Or with a common courtesy to greet us. Enter Aunt and Kate, both speaking at once. Both. What may the matter be? for goodness speak ; Is ony body kDl'd, or what's the reek ? Jack. Who talks of killing on a wedding day ? Kill'd ! no, my Kate ; but you were all away And out of sight, and no one to receive The passengers. Old Whinburn, with your leave. His wife and soldier's father, all await A cordial greeting at the garden gate. Laibd. Preserve me. Jack ! and am I staring here Like willyard nowte, and my auld frien's sae near ? Haste, Katie, bring my bonnet and my stick ; I'll gang and meet them — haste ye ! lassie, quick. [^Betires, and shortly returns with the trio, the Soldier bringing up the rear,'] Soldier. Hey ! Jenny lass, once mure I have the bliss To greet my charmer with another kiss. This is my father, whom I long had lost ; :fe;l::- ^m %\ N! 142 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. He now is yours, too, or will be, at most, A few hours hence ; embrace him as you would Embrace your mother's husband. If I could Wipe out the past from memory, as I hope To wipe it out in deeds, I might— but stop, This is no time for sentiment. Again, This worthy couple — may we still retain Their good esteem and imitate their worth, — Are those I told you of, at whose blest hearth I recognized my father. In my name I wish you, Jenny, to embrace this dame * As a true mother. Both have done for me What for myself I could not do. I'm free To think, but for the timely aid which Jack And they bestowed upon me, when the wrack And ruins of the wind flew round my ears. That night would prov'd the period of my years ; Whereas I'm here now, full of life and mirth, A bridegroom and the happiest man on earth. G-uipMAN. My blessing on ye baith ! I little thocht That stormy nicht, when ye a shelter socht Within my beild, that sic a wondrous change Could be so soon brocht roun'. Within the range Pf a' my recollection, and that reaches Ayont three-score, I mind o' naught that teaches To me mair plainly how each wise design Of Providence is brocht to pass. I tine A' claim to earthly foresight, when I scan Sic miracles as this. Ydur douce auld man, Here sitting by my side, was g^e o-ercoine A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 143 i-. ri.y By grief and want, ^^i' neither house nor home That he could seek for refuge frae the blast, Kept struggling on, but, waes me ! sunk at last Exhausted in the storm. Then Jack's quick ear O'erheard his moan, and, without halt or fear For ghaist or bogle, at a time o' nicht When ony or'nar' lad wad swarf 'd wi' fricht, Ran out and fand him lying on the grun, And brocht him in to find his long lost son. It's truly wonderful to contemplate The hidden laws which aye govern our fate ! Mendicant. E'en as ye say. His ways as far exceed Our comprehension, as the tiny seed From which springs forth the most minute of forms, Sinks 'neath the magnitude of heaven's storms, When the embattled thunders fiercely roll And spread sublimity from pole to pole. And weel for us its sae ! Could we conceive At life's first conscious dawn how we would grieve before its close would come, there's few, I fear, Would hae the courage lang to sojourn here. I've had my share of almost every ill That man inherits ; pra/d for death ! biit still It would not come ; and once in my despair I so forgot my duty, as to dare Even heaven to do its worst, and stole Out in the dark, resolved to cut my soul Adrift, with all its sins, to find a road Thfough self-destruction to an angry God. MyhqJid wap stay'd. A wee bit helpleee (bairn. w f rr:: 144 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. Whase plaintive moanings made my heartstrings yearn To ken the cause. I peer'd into the dark, And fand its mither lying dead and stark. The wee thing, weel row'd up into her plaid, Was lying helpless by the mither's side. This sae absorbed my mind that I forgat A' my ain griefs, and sat me doun and grat, Then took the bairn up and retrac'd my way. And had it car'd for. Early the next day The mither's cauld remains were brocht alang And decently interr'd. The bairn grew Strang, And, in the course o' time, grew up to be As fair a lassie as e'er pleas'd the e'e. But what need for sic waefu' cracks the day. At bridal times we should be blythe and gay. My dochter here, if she'll no think me rude, I fain would say, if she's but half as good As she is bonny, then I'm sure that Tom, If he behaves, will hae a happy home. What say ye, laird, ye ken the lassie best ? If she's no good, she's bonny, I'll attest ! Laied. If ye'll attest the beauty, I'll gang bail For a' the rest. Jack. Belay, and take in sail A reef; if you go farther on that tack You'll lose your reckoning. This all sounds like slack. I like aunt w ell, but still I would not prate Too much about her beauty. Here is Kate, A little sunbeam, yet you can't afford For her one solitary thought or word. A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 146 It is not manners to sit so complaisant, And praise one lady while another's present. SoLDTEE. Bravo, Jack ! how I love to see your hump Rais'd on that shoulder. Hark ! your pulse's thump Is almost audible at every beat Your heart gives. Zounds ! man, laugh down all this heat, And be yourself again. Aunty. Ye're twa great fools, That canna hear a joke within the rules Of common sense and modesty, but ye Maun raise your birses in a tirrivee. Kate. I dinna ken what a' this talk's about ; But I maim rin and tak' the haggis out Before it spoils. Aunty. And sae maun I, to get A' things assorted and the table set. GuiDwiFE. And I'll gang wi' ye, 'asses, for a wee, And aiblins help ye to prepare the tea ; I'm an auld han', ye ken, amang the dishes, And aye gat credit for my loaves and fishes. [^The trio retire.^ SoLDiEE. "When comes the parson, laird? Laird. At sax o'clock Preceesly. Jack. Why, shipmate, it might shock The parson's nerves to meet us in this rig ; Let's change our canvas and brush up our wig', The girls too — why, they must have time to trim Their studding sails to suit the breeze. The dim 11 14G A FIRESIDE DRAMA. •: 1 1 pi i Light of the day bespeaks the hour as near. What is the time, laird ? Laibd. May His peace be here ! It's nearly five o'clock already ; I maun gang And change my sark. iSit still, I'll no be lang. [SoLsiEB, Jack and Laird retire.] Mendicant. Hear ye, guidman, there's something in my breast The day, that mak's me feel as if at least A score o' years had been ta'en aff my eild, To see sae great a change come o'er that chield. Guidman. I dinna doubt; but while the laird is gane. What say ye to a step across the lane To see his kine. He has some bonny stock As I hae seen for lang, forby a flock O' sheep, whase marrow, I can weel be bound Ye winna find in a' the country round. Sae tak' your stick, we'll hae a canny turn Alang the lane, as far's the loupin' burn. IBoth retire.'] Jack and Soldieb alone. Jack. Up anchor, now, my lad, and let us scud Before the breeze of matrimony. By the bud Which blossom'd on Madge Bolston's crimson beak, I'm all alive for joy. Here at the peak My colours flutter, and will flutter still In truth and honour, while with Kate I pull The bow, and she sits quietly at the helm. The flame A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 147 Of love I feel within me for that same Dear little Katie, cannot, will not, die. She love3 me, too, I know ; her gentle sigh To me proves more than volumes that her heart And soul are of my own the counterpart. Now hear me, soldier, ever since the time When she could lisp my name, a mutual chime Of love has echo*d through each other's soul, Which came unbidden, and defied control. JSoLDiEii. I well can imderstand your feelings. Jack ; 1 once was young myself, and know what rack Was mine when she I told you of expired. For years, I like a fool, of life felt tired ; But time works wonders ! now my veins are cool, And I can love with reason. As a rule, In youth we're govern'd more by passion than By judgment. The cool winnowing fan Of years, however, cools our ardour, and We learn to see things as they are. I stand Before you, Jack, a living monument Of youthful folly and of time misspent. To me my parents were all love ; and more. The prospects which the future held in store Were not to be despis'd. But on the grave Of that young girl my soul, however brave In war, became a coward, and forsook Its post. For years I never dar'd to look Stern virtue in the face. Until the night I met my father, life seem'd all a blight. But now, thank God ! I've also found another, •vt| 148 A FIRESIDE DKAMA. Tour aunt, to love and Jive for. A brother, Also, I have found, if you will own my rip;lit To call you such : and so a long good night To sombre meditations. Jack, my lad, How goes the time ? Methinks the parson's pad Has stumbled by the way. Let's seek the brides. Bhiter the Laibd. Laird. This way, my lads, the minister abides You in the spence. Jack. With all my heart, I'm ready. Soldier. Now Jack, keep pace, and let our march be steady. [The whole company assembled in the si^ence.^ Minister. Much love and joy to all assembled here On this serene occasion ! May the cheer Which ever follows virtue, be the lot Of all pertaining to the gordian knot About to be effected. Marriage, friends, Was first established for the wisest ends By our Creator, to perpetuate His crowning work. My friends, the marriage state, Ordain'd as it has been by heaven's behest. Must be, and is, of every state the best To those who wish to make it so. When two Fond, loving hearts unite, and strive to strew Each other's path with flowers, what on this side Of heaven can match their rapture as they glide, Link'd hand in hand and heart in heart, through this A piresidp: drama. 140 Cold, drear, probationary wilderness? But, on the other hand, should cruel fate Unite two opposites, and when too Jate They find it so, then we might say with Paul, 1 1 is state is best who has no wife at all. But let that pass. If those assembled here Be what thev seem, there's little cause to fear That such a dreadful crisis can arise From this, our marriage feast. The solemn ties Of matrimony, which we here have met To celebrate, we hope will both beget All the felicity which ought to spring From such a union. Let the husband cling Unto his wife; and she must always yield A due obedience. In his strength, he'll shield And succour her ; she, in her love, will cleave Unto his breast with honour, and relieve With sweet caress his cares ; and he must bear Of all her griefs and joys an equal share. No out-er object e'er must own a part Of her possessions in his wedded heart, And she must prove, for weal or woe, through life A tender, virtuous true, and loving wife. Who are h' ^)rincipais? Jac Why, Kate, for sure. Is mine. A f* crling little simon-pure She is too. Bless your soul ! I've known her since She was not so high. Did you , hink I'd wince To own it ? No, I feel all o'er agog To have her for my own. Why, laird, this fog f« .r'l ■Wj 'M I mil H^l 150 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. Bedims the vision of my look-out man. Say, parson, did you think 'twas Aunt ? Soldier. I can And will explain the matter in a word ; You see, your rev'rence, v/ith a joiFit accord, Jack and myself agreed, that on this march Wo would go comrades to the Eoyal Arch Of Hymen, so we next applied for leave. Jack was all right, but in my case, I grieve To say, that the commander made demur, ' • Except on certain terms : and so, with her Consent, I signed ; then he demurely granted To Jack and me the favour that we wanted. So, now you understand that Aunt and Kate Are the tv/o principals, and Jack's my mate. Minister AVho are the witnesses ? Soldier. Why, do you see, ril stand for Jack, and he will stand for me. Minister. There must be some misunderstanding here, — Two women can't get married ! Soldier. That's quite clear ; But with two men they can. Now, or. that score, There's Kate and mo, and Aunt and Jack, mtke four. Jack. Avast i there soldier, cease such idle prating. You know full well that Aunt and I ain't mating. Soldier. I mean not as you say ; here's Kate and Aunt, And you and me. What does the parson want ? Laird. If I may say a word, he wants to ken A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 151 )rcl, ch h YPi » r nted sd. i ate -. ate. see, no. nderstanding 9 clear ; it score, :, m ike four. idle prating, mating. 's Kate and want? to ken Wha are the brides, and wha the happy men That's to espouse them. SoLDTEB. Then that's easy said. ;, I go for aunt : I never was afraid ; To own my colours. Jack here goes for Kate ; Mayhap it's now all right. What say you, mate ? Jack. Why, what else can I say, but yes : I stand Here ready for the splice ; so put your hand, Kate, in my grappling irons. Now, parson, say The word which makes us one. Minister, producing a hook and writing material. Minister. Please, sir, delay A Jittle. Such impetuosity Is not becoming in a lad like thee. What is your name ? Jack. My name ? why, surely Jack ! I thought you knew it ; if you don't, a plack Might buy your memory. Sure, you knew my father, Squire Robinson, from whom you used to gather The rack-rent for the glebe each quarter day? Minister. Oh ! yes, I recollect. Now, soldier, say. What's your cognomen ? Soldier. It was Dashing Tom While in the army and away from home ; > , . -^ • Before that time Tom Trafton, — now-a-days Tom Trafton, Sergeant of the Royal Greys. Minister. Yes, that will do ; positions now, and stand Each by his bride, and, with uncovered hand, Make ready — r >i t m m 152 A FIRESID13 DRAMA. SoLDiEE. With leave, sir, you forgot to call Attention, or command the troop to fall In order and position ; then makf^ ready To do their duty well, both firm and steady, ' ' [ '' As I have seen full oft before to-night. At Balaklava — Laied. I'reserve us a' ! I'm quite Bambouzled wi' this sort o' daft-like wark. Hey ! Jack, he maun be either daft, or stark Mad past a' cure, to tiius affront us sae. • Correct the minister I Hech, sirs ! the dav. - MiNisTim [smiling']. Fall in ! Attention ! Number ! Dress! Right face! Now march ! Keep steady ! Halt ! Each to his place I Secure your comrades, and prepare to charge ! Cut down all opposition, small and large ! ^ But halt ! Attend the roll ! Tom Trafton ! ! SoLDiEE. Here ! MiNiSTEE. That's right, my lad ; step to the front ! You swear To love and cherish Jenny Smibert — her Who now stands by your side — without demur. As your true lawful wife, from this time forth. Till death shall you divide. You'll prize her worth, As a true husband shoidd. And furthermore. You promise, with your person to adore And worship her alone. Now, will the bride Accept you on these terms ? I now abide Your answers. Ah ! that*s well— so both agree. Now, Jack and Kate, you hear the terms : do ye 1 ! Number ! A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 153 Both willingly, and of your own accord, Accept of the conditions ? Say the word. , . All four affirmatives ! Now join your hands, — I now pronounce you by the holy bands Of matrimony join'd. Let each and all Concerned fulfil their part, and timely call Upon the Lord for succour, and draw near Unto Him night and day, and He will cheer And lighten up your path t^ endless bliss Beyond the limits of this wilderness. My blessing on you all, and may this life Be one harmonious whole to man and wife. Soldier. Now, the chief object of our mutual band Accomplished, will the parson teU me where he Acquir'd the knowledge, so as to give command ? It seem'd so natural, I swear, that were he A layman, I would have him now arrested, And make him prove he ne'er had been att-est^^d. But as it is, the war now being o'er, And I myself just enter'd a new army, I will not press the matter ; but, before We part, I'll ask him, if he don't get barmy, If he ne'er witness'd any kind of drilling Save that of masquerading and quadrilling ? Minister. You're a shrewd guesser, Tom ; aiul, on my part, I love to be off-handed with a fellow Who has seen service. In my inner heart I scorn these knights of carpet and prunello, * I ;p? p: nlii 154 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. m i! Who flaunt their uniforms on state occasions ! Let danger come— a corps of mock evasions. I'm now far up in years, but 1 have seen The time, Tom, when the British red-cross'd banner, Beneath the Iron Duke, could never screen A coward traitor when our country's honour Required bold deeds and bolder men to do them ; From Spain to Paris I have waded through them. Not with the sword, 1 own, but with a zeal Not the less ardent in my avocation ; The soldier's welfare and my country's weal Were always foremost through my long probation As chaplain to the gallant Ninety-second, The first in worth where glory's cost was reckon'd. And still I have a spark of the old fire, Which burns up when I see the crimson jacket ; It wakes to mind the sieges and the dire Conflicts of arms in many a bloody racket, From lono Corunna down to Waterloo, where Old Bona's sword was turn'd into a ploughshare. Laird. But, dear me ! minister, I never kent, For a' the mony days that we hae spent In ither's company, that ye ere had been A votary of Mars. I've aften seen A certain kind of irritated glance Spark frae your e'e when folks would speak o' France ; But little thocht I it was sodger's blood Coursed in your veins and put you in that mood. A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 166 And sae ye saw Corunna ! as ye tell Whar General Moore and my aiild faither fell. Hech, sirs ! my mither's was a waefu' house That day the courier bodies brocht the news That fill'd the land with joy ; for the same post Brocht word of faither's death. My mither lost Her senses at the news, and swoon'd awa' In presence of her bairns. They wero but twa, Mysel' and sister Kate — she then but nine, And I was somewhat aulder ; but the Rhine ' ' Ne'er pour'd its floods with greater freedom than ' We pour'd our heart-relieving tears. And whan • ■ I saw our mither lying like the dead, Te weel may guess what thochts ran in our head. But she reviv'd svne. and as time aye blunts The sharpest pangs ; she, too, got o'er her drunts. And liv'd to rear her bairns with pious care, And gie them baith a fair amount of lair. She*s noo lang in the mools, and sae is Kate, My sister ; but my happy, happy fate Replac'd the latter by this lassie here, Wha never yet has caus'd a sigh or tear • ; To fall frae heart or e'e o' mine. May she Share in her new estate the same degree Of wedded bliss she yielded as a daughter. Jack. By all the mermaid brides that's in the water, You may sleep sound on that score, if it be My privilege to confer it ; for you see In blessing her, I only bless myself; ' And this I say, he must be diffrent delf ' 1 i v> m t.i' j '■i'l I'll I' If] [f 156 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. From that I'm made of, if he tries to spite His soul by branding of his heart. The wight Who would so act, must he an inborn fool, Because in either case — this is a rule Without exception — all the ill that comes Devolves upon himself. Soldier, Tes, Jack, but homes Are oft made hells by that same spirit. If, When two become as one, they turn'd a deaf Ear and blind eye to minor matters, and Resolv'd to boar and forbear, and to stand Each other 8 right-hand man in weal and woe, Where is the arrogant, insidious foe Who would essay a conquest of their peace And harmony ? Let useless railing cease Between the husband and the wife, and when Fell strife stalks hut sweet loving joy comes hen. Enter the Guidwife. GuiDwiFE. The table's set and ready to sit doun. The haggis reekin' and the turkey ^Toun, The callop's dish'd, and steaming liKe a pio ; The pig is roasted, and a braw supply Of cockie-leekie ready for the laidle When ye're a' ready in the room to paidle ; The sheep's head and the tatties baith are guid As ane could wish on whilk to chow his cude. I'll pass my word for this — the greens and beef Are just the thing, and weel can stand the preif Of a' your gabs, but hurry in and see Yoursel's, ere they turn cauld. A FIRESIDE DRAMA. 167 Laird. Just bide awee ; Gae, Jenny lass, and bring us in the bottle ; A sirple o' the breo will clear the throttle 0' spider webs, ere we begin to chow. SoLDiEE. But, laird, you know I've made a solemn vow Still to refrain. Laird. That's richt, Tam ; but ye see I made a vow langsyne, so we ajTee Sae far as vows gang, that I ne'er wad get The waur o' drink, and I've aye kept it yet. But at a bridal, I hae made a rule To pledge the happy couple's health — Jack. And dool ! Laird. What mean ye, lad ? Jack. I mean that dool aft comes By the indulgence into happy homes. I too, have made the vow ! Laird. Lang may ye keep it. Jack. The minister and I can hae a crack Between oursels, as we hae aften had In bygane days, to cheer our hearts when sad. As for the women folks, I winna seek Them to sit wi' us by the ingle cheek ; ^ And Whinburn here, I ken, through a' his life Has labour'd hard, alang wi' the guidwife, To turn the country side a' upside doun Wi' his teetotal notions. Then, to croun The climax, here's my auld frien' Thamas Trafton ; E'er since the time when his rebellious, daft son 'i ' r, (I r i I 158 A FIRESIDE DRAMA. Ban to the wars, he wadna tak' a preeing, I firmly believe, to save himsel' frae deeing. But, as the matter's scarcely worth debating, We winna langer keep the supper waiting. Noo, minister, just put your glass to mine, And widh them blessings, temp'ral and divine. The fiddler's coming ower to mak' a rocking, And play a spring before they throw the stocking. THE TWA OW LS. FIRST CRACK. I rf. 'If ii'i hi' " Ye tauntin' loons ! trow thia nae joke ; For lines the ass o' Balaam spoke >. Better than lawyers do, forsooth, For it spak naething but the truth."— Fbbouson. In swelling storms the day had passed away, And darkest night slept over Fundy's bay ; The moon was hid behind a cloudy pile, And overhead no star was seen to smile ; No sound was heard except the surge's roar, That burst in foam upon our rocky shore ; And sounding Falls, m hose thunders borne along Swell'd the hoarse echo of the ocean's song. The silvery rays our Island light-house shed Hung like a halo o'er the countless dead, Who, press'd by famine from their native land, Had sought a home on fair Columbia's strand. But in their wake, from Erin's stricken shore, Came pestilence across the ocean's roar ; The ships were smitten by its poisonous breath. And sharks were fatten'd by the work of Death, Who on our Island frown'd like an eclipse, And drew his victim thousands from the ships, KM Nil I' i. ' Ji tl n f 1 MSi i 160 THE TWA OWLS. Sav'd frora the tempest's vmth and ocean's waves To reach the shore and sink in foreign graves.* A Harding labour'd with a hero's zeal — Ponght the grim tyrant for the people's weal ; Fair Life and Hope were with him through each tent, And even the dying smiled where'er he m ent, Till, struck at length by pestilential dart, He felt its poison in his veins and heart ; So, sternly bowing to the voice of doom. He left the field unconqner'd, though o'ercome. Next CoLLiNst came, whose ardor, zeal and love, Seemed inspirations from the world above ; Though young in years, an amethyst in skUl ; A courage dauntless, an unbending will, Sustained awhile his warm, impulsive heart In turning sidewards death's relentless dart ; But, caught amiss, the venom touched his vein. And rushed like magic to his master brain. * On the authority of George Harding, Esq., M. D., Medical Superin- tendent of the Quarantine Station, I maj' state, that during tlie rage of the sliip-fever pestilence in 1847, not fewer than one tltousand of its vic- tims found their last resting place amidst the scanty soil of Partridge Island. t Dr. J. P. Collins, a young man of much promise, who had just grad- uated at the Royal College of Surgeons, London, also at Paris, and had returned to the City of Saint John fcr the purpose of there engaging in the practice of his profession. His success, considering his years, was al- most unprecedented. He married, and a few months afterwards, when the emergency arose, humanelj' consented to act during the illness of Dr. Harding as Medical Superintendent of the Quarantine Station. In a short time he caught the contagion, sank under it, and died at the age of 23 years and 3 months, leaving his young widow, at the time enciente, to mourn the loss of a heart and a husband, whose chief characteristics were /ot-e to man and veneration to God. THE TWA OWLS. 161 :ir" Short was the struggle, death had now the grip, And blanched tlie colour from his cheek and lip. But still, wliile prostrate on his couch he lay. In physique helpless as his native clay, ilis latest blessing to mankind was given. And, breathing love, respired his soul to heaven. But to ray tale : The midnight's parting knell Still through my ears rang like a friend's farewell ; The fire's last embers had withdrawn their glow, My la.np wms flickering, dim, and burning low ; Yet still I sat in reverie profound, Deaf to the world, and blind to all around, When suddenly a rustling 'mongst the trees, ' ' As of leaves shaken by a gentle breeze, A noisy flutter and a piercing scream Assailed my ears, and roused me from my dveam. A sudden tremor spread throughout my frame ; I started, stared, but knew not whence it came. Next sought the window, and beheld from thence Two monstrous Owls, perched on the outer fence. Whose large gray eyes sent forth a sparkling light. Bright as the fire-fly on sweet July's night. So wise their glance, so graceful were their airs. They seem'd two lawy^s on two judgment chairs; Sagacity was in their every look, And reverence crown'd them like a priest's peruke. In silent meditation both seem'd wound, Nor could I hear them make a single sound. At length, howe'er, they seem'd inspired to «,peak. But first they smooth'd their feathers down fuU sleek. 12 mi n ■I I', ^..ft ''I h 1 1 i m i I 162 THE TWA OWLS. And then in Scottish accent thus did clatter About the Province and Provincial matter. BANDIE. Hech man ! but things are sadly chang'd I trou Since first about auld Partridge Isle I flew ; O'er a' its length and breadth, frae shore to shore, There's no ae tree where I hae seen a score ; The very soil itsel', as sure's I'm breatliing, Has worn awa. Quid help me ! quite to naething. And through the wood, as far's I cast my e'en. The fient a bird or squirrel's to be seen ; The very bats hae left these shores, in dread 0' being cheated out their nichtly bread. "What things will come to at the latter en' I frankly owji is far beyond my ken. JOCK. Aye, aye, my frien', the times are sairly changed Since you and I first through New Brimswick ranged ; Baith up and down, and far, and round about, A' sorts o' things hae been turned inside out. But Sandie, lad, I'm sure ye brawly ken That constant change attends the paths o' men ; They hae so many notions o' their ain, Te'd think auld Nature made her works in vain. Fient haet she's done can please them as it stands, Be't mountains, forests, rivers, lakes, or lands, A' maun be made to suit their ilka plan. And yield subservience to the will o' man ; THE TWA OWLS. 163 Na, evoii th«» lijj;htning'8 godlike, fiory stream, Maun bow obedient to his power supreme. SANDIE. Ower true, my frien', that constant change attends Dospotic man in a' his ways and ends ; Hern on this Isle where noo we sit at rest, My gnid au!d niither yearly built her nest ; Noo, waes my heart ! the very tree is gane Whar first I breathed and learned to fly my lane. JOCK. Oheer up man, Haundie, dinna look sao sad, Mankind, when done, are no sae very bad ; Just cast aroun', frae where we sit, thy e'en, Ye'll see enoMgh to change thy mind I ween. Here stands enclosed within this spacious fence A braw white cottage, rear'd at great expense ; Inside weel stored wi' blankets, beds and rugs. - To hap poor sailoi*s to the very lugs, Wha by mischance hae tint their health at sea. And, but for succor, micht lie down and dee. And mark this stately light-house, towering grand, A shining honour to our native land ; I'm tauld for truth its brilliant friendly bearas For thretty miles o'er sea distinctly gleams, To warn the seaman, wha might else be lost^ Against the dangers o' our rocky coast. ,;; This gas-house here, below the Battery hill, ,, Was built short syne to make it better stlLL # 1' ..I :':'■ '■'s, m: THE TWA OWLS. But waes my heart ! I'm taiild the chiel wba hiros i n To their fires. sweat his saul out o And keep a' things in order night and day, Has for reward sic shamefu' scanty pay, That faith he's pinched to keep his bairns in hose, Or gust their gabs wi' butter to their brose. If sic be sae, shame fa' me but their souls. Men though they be, are scantly fit for owls. Noo glance your e'en adown there to the height, Ye see a tower stands pleasing to the sight, Crowned by a bell, that during fog and snow Warns tentless mariners 'gainst coming woe. And overlooks the biggings raised langsyne I'or helpless emigrants on quarantine. In short, dear Sandie, viewing this and ihvJ, I deem the Island an improven spat. SANDIE. I freely grant they hae done muckle guid, But then again it fires my very bluid, > . To see sae mony o' the leading crew f > Strut up and down, wi' deil a haet to do But draw their salary and dress fu' trig. Then stand at corners, looking wise and big, While men who toil and sweat to do the wark Maun cheat their wames to buy be't brose or sark. For instance, noo, that very chiel ye name Wha 'stiUs the gas to feed the lantern's flame, Is't richt that he should hae sic scanty means To feed and deed himsel', his wife and weans ; Were I p man, before I'd do't mysel', THE TWA OWLS. 165 I'd kick tho p^as-works and its fires to h — 11. But, guidSiako, Jock, what else could we expect Frae chiels wha iiaething but thenisels respect, God help tho Proviiico while it trusts its cash Wi' bankrupt merchants, lawyers, and sic trash, Wha like a cook, grown greedy o' the grease, First licks her fingers, then purloins the pv-.is. And syne dissatisfied with having both, tShe claims the pat, the beef, and a' tlie broth. JOCK. Noo baud ye there, and dinna vent sic wrath. Ere lang gae by they'll tread a different path. I'll wad a bodle, ere a year goes ronn', Ye'U bear the birkies sowf anither tune: Thei'e's some T ken that winna set their lugs To bite and snash poor folk as they were dogs. Claim double labour for a single hire. And tramp on justice as they tread on mire, Turn up their snouts at reason's stern appeal, And look for tribute where they ought to kneel. SANDIE. Well spoken, Jock ! they've got true men of late To guard their richts, and turn the wheels o' state ; Men fii' o' smeddurn, truth, and honest zeal, Wha wish the Province and the people weel. And winna tamely let oppression lower Frae rotten remnants o' the Tory power ; ll(^al true-blue Liberals baith in word and deed, Wha'd scorn to rieve folk o' their dailv bread. f i THE TWA OWLS. And's done mair guid in twa three months J troii. Than Tory jugglers did a' through and through. JOCK. A' true, my frien' : sae far as I can see They've wit and prudence in nae sma' degree, And's Cione their best in mony things I grant. But faith I fear their gratitude's bu.'; scant : It seems to me they take official pride In turning langsyne proven friends aside. There's Doctor Cowe-the-loons, as staunch a chiel As ever laboured for the country's weal : Wi' pen and tongue through many lengthened years He pled their cause, wi' few or nae compeers. And syne when done, they gied a sidelins lowp. And left the Doctor on his sonsy dowp. Sic base ingratitude was never kenn'd, And's quite a thing I downa comprehend. I SANDIE. But dear me, Jock, ye ken as weel as me, That best o' men will aft en step ag;^- - ; I ken the Doctor gat but scurvy thanks For a' his service in the Liberal ranks ; But still, my frien', I canna bring my miii* To b'lieve them guilty o' sic base design. There's something queer about the whole affair That's troubled mony politicians sair ; But haith ! I'm led to think by public ckiticr, There's been some Tory trickery in tho matter. I I THE TWA OWLS. JOCK. E'en be it aae. for weel I'd like to see The Liberal birkies keep frae flyting free. That TiLLEY seems a guy lang-headed chiel, Pang'd fu' o' lear, and gabs as glib as Peel ; Giiid grant him health to scratch an auld man's pow, And serve his country ye as weel's he dovv. Sae here, my friou , we'll let the matter rest, And seek the comforts o' our cozy nest. Some ither nicht I'll gladly honr your views On ither branches o' Provincial news. They stretch'd their winiors, and with one loud whoo, whoo. Dived in the night and vanished from ray view. *pi ^■■Ilii ■t' 168 THE TWA OWLS. im i Wr: SECOND CRACK. The vernal day had pass'd from morn to 0*011, With bickering showers and sinniy blinks between : The sun had sunk far downwards in the west, And sombre clouds the moon's pale face o'ercast ; The twinkling stars were seen, one here and there, As mnrky clouds dissolving mix'd in air: A solemn sough was heard among the trees. Backed by the echo of the distant seas, Which, worn out by their struggles on tlie sands Of Courtenay Bay, now bade adieu to lands They couid not conquer. All their might and prid(^ Were laugh'd at by the shores on either side. " This far, and 3'"et no further shalt thou come ; " (to, seek again thy native cavey home, " Nor dare intrude your unsought presence here, " Vile slaves of Neptune ! hence ! and disappear.'* These words now potent in my living mind. Came wafting on the shoulders of the wind Unto mine ear, but whither came they, say, From realms of night, or everlaeting day ? I know not, still as onward yet I gaze, I see the Island Lantern in a blaze ; The Beacon too, though with diminish'd beam, Still as of yore sends forth its meUow stream Of light. But hark ! What voice is that I hear ? A sound familiar's ringing in my ear. It comes from whence ? From yonder loftv tow er. THE TWA OWLS. 160 I 51 1 That crowns the mansion where dark felons cower Beneath the penitential rod ; whose soul When made by Heaven was pure as yonder polo Star, which all spotless ^ems the world above, — A shining emblem of God's liglit and love. But man, alas ! is ever prone to fly A crooked course unto his destiny. Bold as the eagle still he upward soars, A'^iews fiarth as naught, his mighty self adores ; Till all at once his fragile pinions crack, His strength gives way ; to ruin and to wrack He forthwith sinks, and by foul prostitution Becomes an inmate of this institution. But list ! again I hear that voice ; but whence It comes, 1 know not. It can't be for hence : Ah ! now I have it, that distinct whoo I whoo I Has brought my old friends plainly in my view : They're perch'd upon the Alms House roof, and seem As e; st they seem'd just waken'd from a dream. On conversation both seem fuDy bent, So let us turn eaves-droppers while they vent Their pent up feelings. They have long been parted, And now on meeting both seem jocund hearted. But ere we list, I must explain who are My feather'd friends, and thus prevent that jar Which might arise between our understandings ; Plain dealing's better far than imder-handings. They are the same twa Scottish Owlets, who Long years ago evanish'd ^rom my view 0(1 Partridge Island, after that long clatter About this Province and Provincial matter. m 170 THE TWA OWLS. So now yon understand ; hut hush ! no noise! It seems to me Jock's ready to give voice To his emotions. Yes ! I thought so, listen ! And mark what rapture in his dim eyes glisten. JOCK. God bless me ! Sandie, can I b'lieve my e'en ! Or am I dreaming through some blissfu' scene. Where hae ye been through all these many years Since last we met ? I've often had my fears That yon braw nicht on Partridge Isle had proved The last to me of one sae much belov'd. Where hae ye been ? Hech ! man, I'm proi.dto seeyc ; Creep closer lad, that I may rub nebs wi' ye. SANDIK. By a' that's guid ! Jock, but I am blythe this nicht That o'er the Bay I chanced to take my flicht, For, like yoursel', I hae richt often wonder'd, And griev'd to think we had sae long been sunder'd I thocht ye dead I man, and my een oft grew Dim in t-he midnight wi' the thochts o" you ; But now I feel so joyfu' and elated, Wi' downricht joy I scarcely can be sated. Rub nebs again ! Jock, then wt?'ll hae some claver— I lang hae mise'd you for a rare palaver. .TOCK. And sae hae I, my much respected Irieu', And often sigh'd while flickering n^-ajt the sheen Ti iff THE TWA OWLS. 171 Of yonder orbs, and by mysel' thrang thinking * How many times we twa, baith blear'd and blinking, Hae sought the depths of some lone woody station To gie a vent to solemn meditation On men and things, and a' the different changes That hae transpir'd within our favorite ranges, Since we were young, and these, ye ken, are many And wonderful to view. I vow, if any Of the first fathers of this spacious toon Could pay't a visit frae the world aboon, The metamorphose would be so amazin' He'd scarcely ken the castle of Bob Hazen. Within our ain short time ye ken yoursel' What changes hae been wraught on brae and dell : AVhere rocks erst stood in rough and rugged bevels Has been by perseverance chang'd to levels. That noo are cover'd by braw stately biggings, The pink of taste up to their very riggings. In truth man ! Sandie, it is quite entrancing To mark how fast this city is advancing. A score of years since, I remember still, A small apartment doon on Eocky Hill, Sae dark and gloomy that an owl micht venture In braid daylight within its porch to enter, Serv'd as the head post office of this centre Of business. But in an adventure Upon the wing last nicht, dear me ! I saw A magic sicht ! A marvoUous, princely ha' ! Cloth'd in the height of architectural beauty, Just newlv buOt for that same postal duty. And syne if ye would only take a seance .i**l II ; I. K- j*- i 172 THE TWA OWLS. Alang the wharves some iiicht, ae single glance Will shaw you what improvements hae been made, And to what heicht they're bringing up their trade ; Great ocean steamers frae the Thames and Clyde There in their majesty with safety ride, Where twenty years syne nought but fishing coble Could on the tide with aught like safeness hobble. Yes. Sandie, truly wonderful has been The march of progress all where's to be seen ; Just glance your eye across there o'er the J3ay, You see that massive building on the brae, Keared and supported at a great expense To succour pain and poverty. This dense And thrifty population lang had need Of this, or something like it in its stead. SANDIE. Just hand there, Jock ; I freely maun alloo, That a' ye've said is fairly, squarely true ; Sae far as lime and stane gangs there's improvements, But still, I think, there's room for ither movements Of mair iinportance than the mere material, — I mean a step to something mair etherial And moral in its nature. This I'll grant, The public grieves to see poor bodies want, And pay wi' pleasure frae their hard-earn'd cash To help the poor and maim'd ; but then the trash Wha hae the management o' a' the siller Are nae mair honest than the common miller. Great mansions are built up, but mair for show. It seems to me, than less'ning human woe ; THE TWA OWLS. m They've liospitals for cripple, blind find iuirt, Well stored vvi' comforts ; beddiiipj warm and saft ; The rooms vveel heated, and the armories groaning Wi' all things needed to relieve the moaning. But, waes me ! Jock. The outside o' their wa's Is aye the hrightest side. In mercy's cause. Short syne, I took a flicht across the brig. And there I perched to gie my plumes a trig ; But, dear me ! ere I weel had smooth'd my tail, An eerie echo, between weep-and-wail, Assail'd my lugs, and gied me sic a fricht I nearly swarfd, and drappet ft\ie the heicht. It came again, and when in haste I flew ITp to the roof, what think ye met my view On keeking through the skylight ? Lord preserve us ! Is yon the charity with which tliey serve us ? Man's inhumanity, as Robin says, Has ever been the cause of mony waes. And sae I saw that nicht ! nor could prevent it, A poor worn chiel that seem'd liko ane demented, Crouched in a comer tearing at his hair, The very living picture o' despair ; ^ His e'en were black and a' his nerves were twitching. While Rab, the keeper, evidently kept switching ; " I'll mak' ye wise," said Rab between ilk switch, " Unless the deevil's in ye, or a witch." Sae when I bore, till I could bare nae langer, ' I scream'd down through the lum to vent my anger. Aweel ! the skriegh made Rab sae muckle fleggit. He started ! stared ! and was about to leg it. When ance again I made a dreadfu' skirling, m I it H. if f^'' IS' !s m ' f I THE TWA OWLS. And left the monster with his senses wliirling. Returning hamewards at the dead o' nicht, Just in an easy, cant'ring kind o' flicht, I did na' feel in ony manner hurried, And as my mind was still a little worried, Upon the City Hospital ower bye I took a perch, and with a silent sigh Began to ponder on what I had seen In the Asylum on that waefu' e'en. Aweel ! I scarcely had begun to think, Till here again I gat anither squink Into the practices and >ile pollutions Which stain the moral of such institutions. A poor unfortunate I needna name, Wha, nae doubt, was in part hersel' to blame, Was ta'en in th(3re, amang her other evils, In comp'ny with a party o' blue deevils. Weel, females will be noisy at the best, As we a' ken that ever had a nest ; ( But when a woman is the waur o' licker, Her voice gets louder, and her utterance quicker ; And so ye see, the wakeful nurse, to keep Her quiet, and procure some honest sleep, Had her lock'd up in quarters by hersel'. Where she might wag her tongue like ony bell. Next day they seut her ower across the river, t.; Nor flash'd their thooms though she should scream forever; ..n'-'' - ■■;'''?■ =.'*/. ^^•■ But when they got her there, by my guid feth ! They quickly cur'd her by the means o' death. But lord, mail ! Jock, we need na gang sae far's *: THE TWA OWLS. 175 Auld Wuddeirs boarding house to find sic jars. Hero whaur we sit, in this hame for the poor, There's scarce a day, or aiblins no an hour, But sees sic pranks played aff by things call'd men As wad disgrace a common midden hen. It seems astonishing that human nature Could sae impose upon its fellow creature. I've heard some things about this institution Which was of petty power sic prostitution. That if the Magistracy dinna mend it, The deil himsel' will hae to come and end it. Poor weakly bodies ! far gane up in years, And far, far down in this sad vale o' tears, Are no the subjects to be treated lichtly. As if their poortith was a crime unsichtly. It's no the public that's to blame ; ah ! no. It's petty Tyranny breeds a' this woe ; Look yont the fence there, to yon crim'nal den, The keeper and the felon baith are men ; And whiles I'm led to think in certain cases The twa should be constrain'd to change their places. I hae kent wark done there by savage keepers That brocht out groans micht wake the seven sleepers ! And what was done ? They simply got their leave To gang elsewhere to murder and deceive ; Whereas, had they got justice, by my gut ! They would been strung up higher than McNutt ; For he, poor chield, was drunk, past a' pretences, While they M-ere acting in their sober senses. JOCK. That's gay weel spoken, Sandie, and I'm fain -|> ' IS mm " iH' 'M'' ■ ''' il 4 m U.I \ t : IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) // %^ 1.0 I.I m .2 It 14^ M IM 18 1.25 1.4 II M 6" — ► V] <^ .^^ c*>^» ^;; '/ /A Photographic Sciences Corporation 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 873-4S03 ;v rV ss \\ €> 4> 6^ ^9>^ f/ Z ^ ^ 176 THE TWA OWLS. To hae a frien' can speak his mind sae plain. Whiles in the course o' your remarks just noo I felt the feathers rising on my broo, Wi' perfect indignation. But ye see I've been awa this while amang the free And happy tenants of the wild and wood, Whar Nature reigns. My hame, however rude, Has been a place o' peace and sweet contentment, Afar frao a' the ills in your presentment. And sae, ye see, I had nae chance o' learning What ye hae done by your acute discerning. The outward features of the scene to me Seem'd wonderful, in this we baith agree. I've noted some o' them, but still there's mair I'd like to hear your views on ; but I swear I feel bewilder'd when I look aroun' And see sae mony chp^iges up and doun. It seems to me that this Confederation Has brocht aboot great changes in the nation. Amang the ither terlies that I see There's ane ayont there that has catch'd my e'o — It seems a streak alang the water's line. Why, bless me ! Sandie, if I can divine Correctly, it's a Railway ! When or how Did it come there ? What is it for ? I vow It's new to me, but aiblins ye'll enlighten My darkness on that point. A word may brighten My memory on this subject as on ithers That ye hae done, since first we were guid brithers. SANDIE. On that point, Jock, I'm no sae very clear, THE TWA OWLS. 177 There's something in it sae confounded queer ; It seems to me, that for a long while back The City Council has been on the rack To learn how best to gratify cupidity, And prove in every way their rare stupidity. About that very Railway which ye mention There's something past a' human comprehension. The thing was this, ye see, when Confederation Had bound the Provinces a' in one nation, The Central Government had the design To link them closer by a railway line. And, as it happened very weel for us. Saint John became the Fundy terminus. And sae to wcrk they set ; surveyor chiels Were a' gaets sketchin' wi' their " caulks and keels," To find the spot best suited for a station To big store houses. After due probation The Engineers agreed — the rest acceded — The Ballast Wharf was just the place they needed. That branch ye see was built to skirt the toon Doon to the Barrack Ground and syne come roun' To Eeed's Point, where, at any time o* tide, A muckle ship micht safely, smoothly ride. Aweel, ye see, the City Corporation Thocht this a chance for fleecing a' the nation. And Bocht sae muckle siller for the spot, That faith ! Mackenzie's Heelan bluid got hot ; He swore, ere he would yield to sic extortion, He'd leave it what it is, a poor abortion. That's sae much for their wisdom ! Had they mensa Or a hen's niev« fu' o' guid common sense, 13 178 THE TWA OWLS, They wad hae sai(J, Mac, tak' it as a gift ! The warks will gi'e the district sic a lift In money value, that we're proud ye lootet To come our gaet, so say nae mair about it. But, na, na ! they had ither fish to fry ; A something else was in their greedy eye. Bapacity sits ever at its ease, — Upon his conscience wha kens chalk frae cheese. But Sandie wasna sae to be outwitted, He glanc'd elsewhere, and thinks he can be fitted With equal comfort and accommodation Ower by in Portland there, near Mill street station. That's just a sample o' the kind o' men Wha rule the roast ; there's maybe, noo and then. One in a score that has a spark o' gumption. But a' the rest are chockfu* o' presumption. There's e'en the Mayor, may the deevil tak' him. And a' the ither scudgies that would back him ; He seems to deem himsel' a central star Bonn' which his satellites may move afar, With eyes ftdl bent upon his every action, And held in place by his supreme attraction. God help the body ! If he saw himsel' As ithers see him, he wad seldom mell Wi' country markets, or wad aye be heedfu*. Before he did sae, to secure the needfu'. We a' admire improvement, that's a fiict Beyond a quibble, but to strain and rack The public's purse and patience for mere show Is an abuse his Worship must forego. THE TWA OWLS. 179 ** This maun be done " he said, " the street's ower narrow ; *• Ne'er mind the strictures o' the press ; we'Jl barrow *' What siller we require to grease the axis " Of this our ring ; and then we'll levy taxes " To pay the piper ; let the >'ulgar yaummer : *' While / am Mayor, / will swing the hammLT." ♦Sic muscle may do weel in pounding pills, And vending nostrums for a' human ills ; But Doctor Comicus, a brither quack, Once miss'd his foot and slippet on his back, And ere a mortal cam that could hae sav'd him. The vulgar crowd had o' his honours shav'd him. Amang the rest there's a bit birkie chitty That wears the sirname o' a Scottish city, Whose OM er outspoken for the scheming clique. And sae they tauld him a'e day to his cheek, When a dispute got up about a geldin'. Unless he wish'd their contempt to be held in, He'd better change his tact and speak less plainly. But faith ! it seems this speech was spoken vainly, For up he gat, and wi' a' look o' sconner, Keplied : " Your enmity's my greatest honour.** They swore they'd put hiro out if sae be ranted ; He shook his neeve on high and proudly vaunted, *' That his constituency were just the men *' Would very soon return him back again." tSic scenes as this, I wat, is naething new, And yet when done, if a' that's said be true. They're ten times waur in Portland, where, I'm tauld, A wolf the ither nicht gat in the fauld, n I) ' in 180 THE TWA OWLS. And made among the sheep sae vile a scatter, That bluid was rinnin* frae their snouts like water. A doctor cam' wha quickly cool'd their senses, But wadna tak' a penny for expenses, m tak' a flicht ower there some nicht ere lang And speir about it at ex-Counc'lor Strang ; As yet I rather feel inclin'd to doubt it, But he, I ken, will tell the truth about it. JOCK. Preserve me ! Sandie. What I hear you tell Cowes a' I've heard of since I saw yoursel' Last on the Island. As I said before, I've been through wood and wild and hole and bore. And far awa among the debert moors, Where reptiles crawl and sombre gloom endures ; Where roam at will the bluidy beasts o' prey, To do their warst by either nicht or day ; But never yet among them hae I seen Sic cruel doings as ye tell, my frien'. The wolf will kill his victim, and the bear Is savage when he leaves his wintry lair ; The snake at once darts forth his deadly stangs. The hawk and eagle exercise their fangs, But neither stoops to torture ; man alone Delights to hear his fellow creatures moan. And see him wiithe in agony ! The cat — But baud awee, I think I see a bat ; Sae rest ye there till I hae ta'en a flutter, And then we baith can hae a bite o' supper. THE TWA OWLS. 181 BAin)IE. Haith ! that tastes weel, Jock, and Tm free to say Ye catch'd it in a civil, honest way. No like the police, who, confound their buttons ! Steal slyly in and sneak awa wi' muttons And lambs, and sic liV^s that they're left to guard, — The dish cam' honestly on which we fared. They're queer concerns, these policeman a' through Frae tap to bottom ; and, 'tween me and you, I hae some doubts, and have had many a day. But what they are I winna stop to say. Ae thing I ken, however, to be plain. And so do ye, Jock, if I'm no mistaken. That I hae seen some loons no worth twa placks. When first the uniform gaed on their backr^, Wha were not lang till they could count out bills By scores and hundreds frae their hidden tills. Did a' this, think ye, come an honest way, By carefu' guidance o' their monthly pay ? Some men, when by the usquabae o'er heated, Lose mind and mem'ry, and are easy cheated. And then again, when ance a man is dead. He's no ower ready to tak' ony heed O' what 'na han' through a' his pockets scratches For money, pocket-books, or lever watches. I ken them weel, and dinna fear to say That on the far side o' this Courtenay Bay, The deeds that's daily practised by that force Nae common knave wad venture to endorse. An honest man may tak' an antrin dram it If m 182 THE TWA OVTLS. And toddle hame as quietly as he cam', If let alane ; but these obnoxious horners, When niehts are fine, keep lurking at the corners ; And if he haps to tak' a step agee, They're down upon him wi' their evil e'e ; He's dragget, nill ye will ye, to the station, Syne locket up there to await probation. The morning comes, and he's brncht up for trial ; It's waur than madness to attempt denial. Maclaben swears off ban' that he was drunk. Then comes the mittimus, " eight dollars," clunk, Says the painches o' the upright judge. Then a' his safety-valves re-echo fudge ! Short syne a decent lookin' woman body Was toddlin' hame a wee the waur o' toddy. At least the watchmen said sae when he took her. But ere he had got to the jug to book her, A blacksmith chiel, who chanc'd to see the trick, Cam' to her aid. The Bobby rais'd his stick An us'd it wi* sic' pith that ere he captur'd The lad, his napper case was nearly fractur'd. Sic scenes occur sae afl in this community That folk begin to think it's the immunity 0' public guardians to turn public robbers, And every ither kind o' hidden jobbers. My ain opinion is that ever}' mortal, Man, chief and magistrate, within the portal O' yonder dingy court, maun get a scouring Before their actions get past a' enduring. But we at last maun part, Jock, as I see THE TWA OWLS. The waukrife east begins to ope its e*e. So Quid be wi* ye, I'll gae flichtrin hame Before the sun sends forth his blinding flame. Some ither nicht ere lang 1*11 gladly meet ye, And wi' some mair auld fashion'd gossip greet ye. Noo guid nicht, Jock, ye ken yoursel' it's best To pass the day within our cozy nest. 183 )ti^^ NBW-YEAE'S DAY OF OLD. Wake Music frae thy dowie trance, Drive melancholy o*er to France, And sing baith blythe and frisky, O' that blessed day to Scotsmen dear. The rantin* firstr-bom o' the year. When care is drown'd in whisky. I'll sing thy praise ! though clad in snaw And breathing frost ye come ; Though icicles hang frae thy beard, Ye're welcome to my home. The joys when friens meet then, In cottage or in ha', Aye heightens and brightens The glee o' great and sma'. Frae morning ear, in transports meet. The lads and lasses thrang the street, Their first-fit rouns to ca' ; Hk birkie bears a sonsy bottle, Fill'd wi' stout liquor to the throttle. To bang the frost and snaw ; And aye's they rouse ilk drowsy chiel These joyfu' words we hear — Success to a' within this biel Throughout the rinnin' year ; NEW-YEAR'S DAY OF OLD. 185 May pleasures and treasures Be shower'd on ane and a' ; May plenty ne'er stent yo, Whatever else befa'. By daybreak a' the toun's asteer To welcome in the new-born year Bight jubilant and jolly. In neighbour's houses neighbors meet In blythesome key their gabs to weet, And scug dark melancholy. Close by the cheerfu* ingle lug, Wi' mirth enliven'd faces, They circle roun* the reekin' jug Wi* heart and hand embraces. Syne beinly and cleanly The cheese and bannock hoard, Fu' coshly and toshly Is set upon the board. The sangs gae roun' wi' meikle glee, Cheer'd by a sirple o' the bree That reeks in cups and glasses ; Bonn' gaes the joke, till ilka chiel Springs to his feet to hae a reel And tousle wi' the lasses : But aft amidst the merry skip. The tumult and uproar, A roguish wag gies Tarn a trip Which brings him to the floor, 'I ' m IM NEW-TEAK'S DAY OF OLD. Where, sprawling and brawling, A while to lie he's fain, Syne steching and peching Gets to his feet again. But ere he's richtly on his stumps, Kight backwards in a chair he plumps, O' drink and dancing weary ; Still roun' the room the lave gae rantin'. The fiddler sweet and sweeter chantin'. To keep their spirits cheery. They jink and swing still roun' and roun', Afb changing hands and places. Till tir'd, at last they a' sit doun And dicht their sweaty faces. The glass then they pass then. To lift their sinking glee ; For care then can't share then The joy o' ilka e'e. Here the guidman cries out, " Guidwife, Bring ben the kebbuck and a knife, The basket and the bannocks ; Wi' mountain dew to thaw the frost. What care we for the hailstane host That's rattling on the winnocks? The wun may roar o'er sea and shore. It canna harm us here ; The sleety blash and a sic trash But beets our fireside cheer. NEW-YEAR'S DAY OP OLD. Such blisH, wife, as this, wife. Comes only anes a year ; O* toils, wife, and moils, wife, We're unco seldom clear." Teetotaler lads may waste their cash On lemonade and sic cauld trash. Till girning wi' a colic ; But for a ranting, social spree. There's nought can kittle up the glee Like sterling alcoholic. Its magic powers what muse ca" sing ? It clears the cloudy brain, It lifts us to the realms aboon, And drives awa' ilk pain. It charms us, it warms us. In either love or war ; It nerves us, and serves us To drive didl care afar. 187 ■ M I: I 1 ,.\m ' >\ I'll ! ^ •!>, 4'i Awa' aboon the roaring linn The boisterous curlers mak' a din That mair resembles Babel Than men o' sense and kindly friens, Cont'Osting for the beef and greens At nicht to grace the table : And as the ither bonny stane Comes snoring to the tee^ The hats and bonnets off are ta'en And waved aloft in glee. 'i h:' 188 NEW-YEAR'S DAY OP OLD. The cowes then and brows then Are lifted wi' sic cheer, That no man to woe can Submit at the New Tear. Then come the vials frae their fabs To beet their love and heat their gabs, And synd their roupet wizzens ; For on the ice, in auld or young. While aught remains beneath the bung, Nae thrapple ever gizzens. Wi' crumpie cakes and toasted cheese, Weel sprinkled o'er wi' mustard. Let epicures say what they please, They mak' a dainty custard. The keen air mak's mean fare, For I hae made a test o't, Gang metely and sweetly As ony o' the best o't. Aroun' the gleefu' curling rink The nimble skaters skim and jink, Unheedfu' o' the roaring. But whiles they mak* an awkwai d feign, And trip against a curling stane. While to the tee its snoring ; And weel for them if nae mair harms Than dauds upon the doup Should come, for broken legs and arms Aft follow such a cowp. NEW-YEAR'S DAY OP OLD. 189 ;!■ Still skirling and whirling, The ithers flee around, None daring or caring To raise you from the ground. Thus gangs the day frae morning's licht, Till anes the sombre shades o' nicht Come creeping frae the east ; When, wi' their skates or cowes in hand, They form a joyous, happy band, To share the e'ening's feast. Each heart elated wi* the fun And frolic o' the day ; How Bobbie lost and Johnnie won, Each birkie has his say. Wi' roaring and sploring They mak' the tavern ring ; Midst laughing and quaffing Time flees on speedy wing. The sportsman seeks the woods and moors. Despite the wun and passing showers O' chilling sleet and snaw ; Arm'd wi' his gun and pouther bag He gains the shelter o' some crag To practise on the craw ; But puss full oft finds to her grief That this is but u ruse To work hersel' some black mischief. And hide his secret views. I V 't. 190 NEW-YEAR'S DAY OF OLD. When keepers are sleepers, Or blinking fu' at hame, Encroachers and poachers Can take a steady aim. Tiie e'ening aye is sure to bring To ilka house a social ring, When bygane thraws and cankers Are a' cemented o'er the sup, Or drown'd forever in a cup, To clear a' doubts and hankers. The auld folks sit in douce confab, And crack o' days gane by. But aye again they hatt their gab And wink the ither eye. Hey ! Jeems man, it seems, man, Just like the ither day When we twa, at Bar-shaw, Enjoy'd our bairnly play. And now, to think it's fifty years, Wi' a' their changing joys and tears, Since last we saw the place ; And a' our youthfu' cronies gane. While you and I are left alane Sole remnants o' the race. Its mak's me feel a kind o' wae Oppress me in the breast. To think that ere next New Tear's day Brings roun* the New Year feast, NEW-YEAR'S DAY OF OLD. 191 Iff i That we, Jeems, may be, Jeems, Laid doiin wi' a' the rest ; But Gude's wiU, we'U bide still- He aye works for the best. The youngsters act a difterent part Where cat-gut scrapers cheer the heart, And nerve the very heels ; Nae hum-drum French or Yankee forms And figures e'er can match the storms Of joy at country reels. Awa wi' a' your modern style, Tour becking and your bowing, Gi'e me a lass that's worth the while. And when the toddy's brewing, I'll reel her, and wheel her. And kiss her while's between ; Sic dancing and prancing Is noo but seldom seen. i!l'1 hi! < ii The very grandsires couldna help But shake their sides, while thus they skelp A' throu'ther on the floor ; Snapping their thumbs and hooching ! till The hale house upwards frae the sill Was creaking out encore. And syne when a' were out o' breath The fiddler gat a dram. To guard his harrigals frae skaith And serve as healing balm. ii 192 NEW-YEAR'S DAY OP OLD. While Willie, slee biJlie, Took Maggie on his knee ; And preMsing, caressing Her rosy lips wad pree. Thus pass'd the day in former years, When life was young, and those compeers, Now silent in the grave. Were full of youth, and health, and hope To climb the lofty mountain's top On which fame's banners wave. ' But now the mools enclose their dust. Their souls have sought the throne Of Him who sacrificed the just. Our errors to atone. Sans moping, still hoping. Though we've been parted here. Thro' faith still, and death still. We'll meet beyond the bier. 6wc) A RACE FOR PLACE. Quick, clear the course for man and horse, This is nae time for play, man ; But give each one an honest run And see wha'll won the day, man ; Uk rider chiel is staunch as steel, The horses are pure blood, man; Nae better can, or ever itin Frae this back to the flood, man. Ilk birkie^s name is kent to fame, I ken them a' myseF, man ; And sic a pack ne'er ran ae track Since Daddy Adam fell, man. I own it's true, that some true blue Is mingled in the core, man ; But ane or twa is nought ava When mixM wi' half a score, man. There's Jamie Fob, a brainless snob, Whom a^ folks will agree, man, Baith up and doun, throughout this toun. Stands like a thing, per se^ man ; To hear him spout, ye'd think a nowte Had broken frae the byre, man. And lent its voice to raise a noise, In prospect o* a hire, man. 14 I' i! m "H m '^ 11: ■ ; II * 15 194 A RACE FOB PLACE. There's Willie Quill, a writer chiel, V» eel lo'ed by a' that ken him, And that's no few, 'tween me and you, — May Providence aye fen him ; To hear him gab, when in confab, Or aiblins at the bar, man, Ye'd think him sib, baith back and rib, To him that nought could jar, man. He'll keep his place throughout the race, As sure's the sun e'er shone, man ; And whip and spur, he'll onwards whir Frae this to Fredericton, man. Next in the ring comes birkie King, A chiel that nane can blame, man ; He play'd his part, and won the carte That blazons noo his name, man. Those stagers twa inside the raw That come frae yont the tide, man ; They'll act their part, baith hand and heart. And mak' a stubborn ride, man. They ken the grun, what turns to shun, And also whilk to take man ; Sae gie them room to sink or soom. Or whammle in a brake, man. Next Neddy News, whase Union views Are kent baith far and wide, man ; He'll keep his course, and guide his horse. Nor look to either side, man. A RACE FOR PLACE. He isna' big, nor apt to lig, His nose will cut the wun, man ; And should a blast come on at last, Ye'U find he'U mak' a run, man. There's Justice W. H. A. dispenses law — He'd fill a chair o' state, man ; But, by my fegs ! I fear his legs Will bring him in too late, man. Non-freedom bills, like doctor's pills, He'll find have sma' avail, man, To steer his ship, so " let her rip," While wind is in her sail, man. Here's Palmy Law, God help us a', When ance h© mounts his stud, man ; With spur and whip he'll mak' it skip. And cock its gawcy fud, man. Thus on they'll scud, through dirt and mud, 1 ill ance they kiss the grun, man; When young St. John will cry Ochon ! And riot in their fun, man. Observe that hack, 'neath Doctor Quack, How shambling in its gaet, man ; And yet I'm tauld, though growing auld, It's unco hard to beat, man. •But time will try, sae bye and bye, When ance they tak* the course, man. We'll better ken what's in the men, And what's in ilka horse, man. m * m 1:1 DOCTOR SPINNER. O ! wha has na heard o' our braw Doctor Spinner, Or wha could forget that e'er saw Doctor Spinner, How he turns up his nose, Fresh and red as a rose. When discoursing on physic and law ? — the auld sinner. He is waefu' conceited and vain, Doctor Spinner, Yet there's mair dross than gowd in his brain, Doctor Spinner ; He can serve up a pill And a jaw-cracking bill. But in reckoning he's sometimes mista'en — the auld sinner. He is deep vers'd in everything mean. Doctor Spinner, And he's gey and weel pepper'd wi' spleen, Doctor Spinner ; His smooth outer skin Hides the viper within. That's aye ready to sting fae or frien' — the auld sinner. He has travel'd the earth fiir and wide, Doctor Spinner, He has cross'd the Atlantic's wide tide, Doctor Spinner, And amang Sootia's hills Leam'd to cook up his pills, Like as mony mair chiels did beside«-that auld sinner. DOCTOR SPINNER. 197 He*8 a lang chafted, spindle-shank chiel, Doctor Spin- ner, Yet he felt, as the maist o* us feel. Doctor Spinner, That without a bit wife There's sma' comfort in life, Sae the cynics he sent to the deil — the auld sinner. To the schools he then bade an adieu, Doctor Spinner ; Nae sheep-shank in lear, ye may trou. Dr. Spinner ; Cofl a gowd watch and chain, King and souple-jack cane, Then he stuck a cigar in his mou' — the auld sinner. Thus spruc'd up he took to the street, Doctor Spinner, When wha do ye think should there meet. Doctor Spinner, But a braw, witchin' quean, Wi' twa bricht hazel een ; Pitty-patty his heart 'gan to beat — the auld sinner. " O ! great Esculapius," then pray'd Doctor Spinner, At this crisis thy votary aid. Doctor Spinner." The lassie prov'd leal, Sae the Doctor, blythe chiel. Had the bridal bed quickly array'd — the auld sinner. Then he search'd out a job to his mind, Doctor Spinner ; And, in faith, he was naething behind, Doctor Spinner, A snug berth he gat On a lonely bit spat. Far apart frae those villains, mankind— the auld • sinner^ ! i'.i;'.! :Mll I \ i i 196 DOCTOR SPINNER. He resides on a sea-beat«n isle, Doctor Spinner, Where he mixes his potions in style, Doctor Spinner ; And on codfish and shad He micht feast no sae bad, But his stomach's derang'd wi' the bile — the auld sinner. His window looks out to the sea. Doctor Spinner, Where he sits with a glass at his eV, Doctor Spinner, And scans ilka sail From the tap to the tail, Like a spider that's watching a flee — the auld sinner. He's quite merry at times, as I'm tauld, Doctor Spinner, Tho' he's noo getting shrivel'd and auld. Doctor Spin- ner ; When boarding a ship, He can anchor his flip With the best o' the youngsters, sae bauld — the auld sinner. But guidsake ! tak' tent not to quarrel. Doctor Spinner, Or his lip and his nose up he'll curl. Doctor Spinner : On ilk side he'll spit, Like a taed in a fit. And he's rather a venomous churl — the auld sinner. He has cattle in plenty, I trow, Doctor Spinner, A dog, a boar-pig, and a sow, Doctor Spinner ; A big bubly-jock, Twa-three hens and a cock, Forby a braw keyloe milk cow — the auld sinner. DOCTOR SPINNER. tw Tho' he's rowin' in wealth o' his ain, Doctor Spinner, Yet avarice crawls through ilk vein, Doctor Spinner ; He wad fecht for a pin, E'en a louse he v« ad skin, If the tallow and hide brocht him gain — the auld sinner. I shall noo bid goodnicht to my frien', Doctor Spinner, Ere wigs be spread out on the green, Doctor Spinner ; We may meet sometime hence, When he'll mavbe hae mense To keep his ain side o' the screen — the auld sinner. i i' ilf'' yk\ i. ^1■- I ;i' I' 4 ^^^^ I THE CITY OF THE DEAD; OB, MTSINOS IN THE BUBAL CEMETEBT, 8T. JOHIT, N. S. Alone, like exile far remote From country, friends and home, I seek thy mazy Cedar walks. In musing mood to roam ; Or awe-struck, gaze with silent grief Upon each narrow bed, Which holds for thee my kindred's dust — Lone City of the Dead. I see within thy solemn gloom The ghosts of other years : Their love notes come on every wind — Their hopes, their joys, their tears ; But soon, too soon, the transient dream Which rapt my soul is sped. And left alone thy spectral spires — Dark City of the Dead. Great monitor of youth and age, I see thy pillars rise. Like hope within the Christian's soul. Which points from earth to skies ; I hear thy vigil Angels sing Their requiems round each head THE CITY OP THE DEAD. That sleeps in thy sepulchral halls — Stern City of the Dead. Within thy dark and cold embrace An infant daughter's clay Co-mingles with ancestor's dust, Whose locks were thin and gray ; Now lonely o'er their silent graves My burning tears I s^ ^. In tribute to thy sacred i, mt — Loved City of the Dead. Along thy wild romantic ridge, In nooks dark, drear and lone, I read the tales of other years On tablet and on stone. Here from his toil the soldier rests. Who for his country bled. Now prison'd in thy charnel mould — Grim City of the Dead. Beneath this lowly, humble board, Beclines the stalwart form Of him who braved the billows rage. And dared the demon storm ; No tender mother seal'd his eyes, Or watch'd his dying bed ; No sister mourns him in thy shades- Drear City of the Dead. Upon this stone I gaze, 1 weep, The magic of that name — 201 ii.' f|. ■1 ! m iiij lii i 202 THE CITY OP THE DEAD. " My Mother "— clothes my soul with fire, And burns through all my frame. O ! could I clasp that blessed form, Recall the years now fled, I'd gladly yield me to thy bonds — Dread City of the Dead. Now to yon rude, neglected spot, My weary steps I wend. Where sleeps afar from kith and kin, I My countryman, my friend ;* No graven marble tells his tale Or marks his lowly bed, But there love mourns departed worth — Great City of the Dead. Adieu, ye sullen shaded nooks, ' Adieu, thou genial gloom ; Adieu, my long lost kindred's dust. My friend's untended tomb ; Adieu, dark City, stern and drear — When time and death have sped, Then will thy day of reck'ning come — Proud City of the Dead. * The late lamented M. A. Cummings, Y. S. kl THE HIGHLANDER'S WIFE. !<. Steek tho door like giiid bairns, and ereop close to the fire, ^ , This nicht fiUs mv bosom wi' dread ; The snaw's dmHia* sair o'er the hill, and the win, Like a demon rairs at the li:m head. The puir weary traveller, whae'er he may be, God sen' him a beild dry an' warm ; And the mariner tossing afar o'er the sea — Oh ! shield him frae shipwreck or harm. i . I The stars are shut out frae the face o' the sky. That used sae to cheer me at e'en, '^ For they brocht to my mind the blythe hinny days When wi' Donald I strayed 'neath their sheen. But he's noo far awa' amidst danger and strife, Whar bluid flows in torrents like rain ; I ken that his heart's wi' his bairns and his wife, But I fear he'll ne'er see them again. ;i .. ^.| In the dream? o' last nicht my dear Donald I saw, Love's tears sparkled bright in his e'en ; Yet I felt as if death held him back frae my arms, An' a bluidy sl;roud hang us between. He spak na' a word, but Oh ! sairly I fear His heart-strings are cut by the glaive ; ' h. m 204 THfe HIGHLANDER'S WIFE. Wer't no' for my bairns I could rush to my dear Through the portals o' death and the grave. Dinna greet, my Tiweet bairns, I'll be cheerfu' the mom ; 'Tis the sough o' the wind mak's me wae. An' the thocht that your faither may never return Frae the bluid-thirsty Muscovite fae. But aiblins I'm wrang, for the God wha can baud The vast sea in the howe o' His ban'. Can shield him frae scaith, an' may yet send him back To his wife, bairns, an' dear native Ian'. God ! what did I hear ? 'twas my Donald's ain voice. Borne alang on the wings o' the blast ; He said — " Flora, I've come noo to join you for aye — Haste, dearest, and follow me fast." Oh heavens ! I see him, mair pale than the snaw. The bluid's gushing out frae his broo ; I'm coming, dear Donald — fareweel, my loved bairns ! I'm coming to heaven an' you. Thus wailed the brave Highlander's heart-stricken wife. In her cot 'mong the heather-clad cairns, Then frantic arose, clasped her hands o'er her heart. Swooned and died in the arms o' her bairns. Next day brought the tidings of sorrow and woe. That Donald, the flower of his clan. Afar 'midst the Crimean deserts of snow, Fell fighting for freedom and man. A MOTHER'S WAIL. Respectfully and sympathetically inscribed to Mrs. Robert Melrose, Saint John, N. B. They're gane, they're gane, they're gane, And I'm left alane to languish ; My bosom rent by pain, And my soul the prey of anguish ; I see their ghostly biers, And my heart could burst wi' grieving, For the dried-up source of tears Leaves nae channel for relieving. 'Tis only days sins3rne That I heard their joyous pratt'ling ; 'Tis only days sinsyne They were round the ingle brattling, With youthfu' bursts of glee And bright rosy smiling laces ; Noo, my bonny laddies, three, Are in death's cold, dank embraces. With joy I saw them burst Frae the bud into the blossom ; With joy them a' I nurst, As they nestled in this bosom ; My life was then a dream Of a future filled with gladness ; . U r\ "!t| 206 A MOTHER'S WAIL. I awoke, and lo ! its beam Leaves a life of grief and sadness. They left me as they came, First, my eldest and my dearest ; Again the blighter came For my gentlest and my fairest ; We Jamie next, and last, Sweet and tender as the lily, Has through death's portals passed To his brithers — Bob and Willie. It's wrang to fret and pine 'Neath the trials heaven measures, But Oh ! it's hard to tine A' sic precious earthly treasures. They're gane, my a' are gane ! And I'm left behind to sorrow ; O God ! relieve my pain. Send some comfort for to-morrow. I'll seek the lanely plot Where my darlings three are lying ; With tears bedew the spot, And wake echo with my sighing. My joys on earth are gane, One by one my heart-strings wither ; O God ! relieve my pain, And God help ilk childless mither. KENNEDY. Tune—" Scots wha hae m'' WaUace bled:' Here, around this festive board, Social joy the reigning lord. Let us join in one accord l To honour Kennedy ; Wha can sing a martial sang, ^5weIl its echoes loud and lang. Filling halls wi' warlike clang, Nane compared wi' he. Hark ! just noo his clarion tones ^ Fill the field wi' dying groans, Victory's shouts and widows' moans, Well-a-day ! quoth he. liist again his melting strains Floating o'er the battle plains. Reason reels, while passion reigns In his melody. '* Bonny Jean " is left to wail In this dreary, tearfu' vale, When the "bard's last accents fail. As breathed by Kennedy. Bruce revives in " Scots wha hae," Jack's alive in " Biscay Bay," i I. I Am 206 KEN EDY. Thunders boom, and lightnings play, In his minstrelsy. " Hame came our guidman at e'en," Links in mirth both foe and frien' ; '• Athol's courtship '* o' his Jean Wakes our sympathy ; Ilka " True bom Englishman " Joins McGregor's outlawed clan, Heart to heart, and han' to han', At nod o' Kennedy. How ilka joke and funny crack Brings " Langsyne " and its memories back, "When " Nannie that's awa," alack ! Was joyfu', bljrthe and free ; Let ilka '* Kiltie," lank and lean, English sodger, &t and lean. Sing wi' me, " God save the Queen," Led on by Kennedy. lit ay» ies back, n THE STATESMAN'S WELCOME. Tune—" Jbnnic Cope." Hey ! Sam, my boy, hae ye come again ? And hae ye got your breath again? If such be so, I would be fain To hear you spout this morning ; Hut haith ! my lad, I meikle fear Tour views to us are no sae clear. As when ye shov'd them clean and clear Adown our throats yon morning. Te tickle some, I freely grant, Whose brains are soft and senses scant, Hut by my saul ! what maist you want Is zeal and truth this morning. A weel fill'd purse may be commends To those who wish to drive their ends By picking up politic friends, Syng jink them a' next morning. Hut, Sammy lad, it winna dae To treat us thus wi' skim-milk brae, But though ye're wise, I fear ye hae Ower much o' that this morning, A skim-mUk cheese is no the thing To gust the gab o' serf or king, Sae something better ye main bring To win us back this morning. 210 THE STATESMAN'S WELCOME, Tak' railroad routes or aught you please, Te'll find your mind but ill at ease, Though price o' flour should get a heeze, It will not serve this morning. When Winter comes, as come it v ill, Yell find an unco awkward bill Against your legislative skill, When coals are dear that morning. J8ut, Sammy lad, keep up your heart. And dinna let your conscience smart ; Yell find some shelf to play your carte, And cheat us a' that morning. But by my faith ! if votes were ta'en. And you would try the course again, I meikle fear your ankle bane Would be richt tired that morning. But let ilk deU tak' his ain gait, Ye're richt just noo, but only wait Till ance ye carry legal weight, And then yell see that morning, The deuce a birkie that I ken But what prefers the honest men To those that hedge and dodge, and den For place on ony morning. I'll wad a groat, and that ^s no sma'. Yell hirple aff to Ottawa, And bap your shanks to cheat the snaw,. Nor show your 8iM)ut this mornings THE STATESMAN'S WELCOME. «ae keep your breath for heavy sic^hs And bidding auld wives fair good-byes, And then ye're sure to win your pri.e- An auld wife's praise this mornin-. Chorus. Then hey ! Sam Doodle, are ye working yet ? Wr are your brai ns but lurking yet, To play a game at jerking yet Some ither bonny morning ? 211 li m\ t H'J EPISTLE TO JAMZ8 I. CLARKE, HULL, ENGLAVD. Written extemporaneously. Beab Jamie — Just enow I gat tby letter, Igo and ago ; Bead it ance, syne read it better, Iram coram dago. ^ Felt a conscientious pang, Igo and ago, For neglecting you sae lang, Iram coram dago. Noo I'm here at lang and length, Igo and ago, Bless'd wi' brose and health and strength, Iram coram dago. Arm'd wi' paper, ink and pen, Igo and ago, Scribbling to the best o'men, Iram coram dago. How are a things wi' you, Jamie? Igo and ago ; Are you still as sage and dreamy ? Iram coram dago. TO JAMES E. CLARKE. Are the wife and bairnies weel ? Igo and ago ; Live as kits frae head to heel ? Iram coram dago. If they're no, I earnest pray, Igo and ago, Quid may mak' and keep them sae, Iram coram dago. Gle them &' a 2[>oees bletsin', Igo and ago ; That he spares best without missing Iram coram dago. Are ye still at bagpipes bumming ? Igo and ago ; On pianos gravely thrumming? Iram coram dago. Tell the scribe o' yon Critique, Igo and ago. He brocht the scarlet to my cheek, Iram coram dago. Sae ye see I'm somewhat modest, Igo and ago, Whilk in 2^ets seems the oddest, Iram coram dago. GiLBEET still is living wifeless, Igo and ago, 213 i 214 TO JAMES E. CLARKE. In a manner tame and lifeless, Iram coram dago ; No a bairn his foot to tether, Igo and ago, But to mine he's quite a faither, Iram coram dago. Gif ye saw, man, when he enters, Igo and ago, How ilk wee thing roun' him centres, Iram coram dago; \ Till a sweetie or hawhee^ Igo and ago. Sends them toddlin' aff in glee, * Iram coram dago. For a close noo, Jamie Clarke, Igo and ago, Guidness keep you steeve and stark, \ Iram coram dago. YANKEE NATIONAL ANTHEM. Tune—" Yankee JhtoiUe,:' Old Uncle Sam has sworn an oath No longer words to bandy, But, hero-like, he'll go and fight ,^ The foes of Doodle Dandy. Bull's Kun, Dixie won — Drink his health in brandy ; Yankee doodle, doodb^ doo, j Yankee doodlia dandy. r I. Our brother Pat is at his back. His blackthorn in his hand ave. With whack, hurroo ! I'll fight for you. My darling Doodle Dandy. Bull's Run, &c. With martial mein, though lank and lean, Next comes bare-hippit Sandy, His bagpipes skirling up the strains Of Yankee Doodle Dandy. Bull's Run, &c. The Dutchland folks are shouting " hooch ! " And Jonathan takes brandy, To check Secession in his wame— Alas ! for Doodle Dandy. Bull's Ruii, &c. i t- 2ie YANKEK NATIONAL ANTHEM. Well mounted on a noble ass^ My Uncle waves his brand aye ; " Come on my boys, I'll show you how To fight fop Doodle Dandy." Bull's Run, &c. Away they march'd towards the South, But BEArBEGABD, the randy, Was quite prepared to break a lance With Yankee Doodle Dandy. Bull's Bun, &c. Upon Bull's Bun a Southern horde Off Man-asses did stand, see. Till panic seiz'd my Uncle's legs, And off ran Doodle Dandy. Bull's Run, Ac. Now, devil take the London TimeSf For Russel is so handy. He writes the truthy and laughs aloud At Yankee Doodle Dandy. Bull's Run, Dixie won ; . onest Fat and Sandie Left to fight, while Jonathan Ban off with Doodle Dandy. THE TRENT'S BEEN OUTBAGED. IN THE STYLE OF A CERTAIN LEAENED M. A. " The Trent's been outrag'd '* by A villainous band Of cantankerous Yankees, With Wilkes in command ; And Mason and Slidell, With Secretar's twain, From beneath the " red-cross'd flag " Like felons were ta'en. " The Trent's been outrag'd," and The proud Yankee vows His shot flash'd like thunder- Bolts " over her bows," And s\ ears by " tarnation," By life and by hope, Our Lion he'll haul To the deck from the top. " The Trent's been outrag'd," but " What will England say ?" Aye, that is the question, Give answer who may. The " Stars and the Stripes " are The emblem of " stuff," Displayed at Fort Sumter, Bull Bun and Boll's Bluff.'* li ;•' .:Jl H 218 THE TRENT'S BEEN OUTRAGED " The Trent's been outrag'd," and A patriot shout Arose when the news came, Like bellows from nowte ; Orations were rampant To " Ccmmodore Wilhes^^^ That heroe of heroes, Who treachery bilks. " The Trent's been outrag'd" by Those favorites of Mars — " GaUant Wilkes ! " " San Jacinto," " The Stripes and the Stars." Hurrah for such glory ! Hip, hip, hip, hurrah ! Our triumph's complete, but " What will England say ?" " What will England say ?" was The question which ru^ig Through the whole Yankee press ; now 'Tis suitably sung — " What has England said ?" Why, " Restore us the trunks And the pris'nersj or suffer, You miserable skunks." .^dfg^ OUR WEE LASSIE WEAN. Tune — " Bonnie Bessie Lee" Ilka parish has a bairniu, guid aboon the lave, And to her loving bosom each mother clasps it fain ; Sae our dearest joy of life on the near side of the grave Is our peerless pink of innocence, our wee lassie wean. Our ain lassie wean, our bonnie lassie wean ; Our family gem wiU ever be our wee lassie wean. A wee bewitching fairy, if there's sic a thing ava, And ilka neighbor roun' about wad like her for their ain ; Sae knacky and sae gleefu', nae creature ever saw Sic a love provoking antic as our wee lassie wean. Our ain lassie wean, &c. Her plump dimpled cheekie, and her laughing, saft blue e'e, Aye beaming fu' of roguish wiles, wad charm'a heart o' stane ; The music o' her meUow voice, when dancing roun' in glee. Inspires our very sauls to love our wee lassie wean* Our ain lassie wean, &c. Wi' rumble tumble up and doun, the bairn's aye asteer. Aye joukiu out and jinkin in, be't sunshine or rain ; 220 OUR WEE LASSIE WEAN. O ! wae fa' the mither that canna but forbear To see the funny pranks o' our wee lassie wean. Our ain lassie wean, &c. We sit with our peers, and rehearse a' our woes About this ill and that ill, till nature fain wad grane, Then we turn on our elbow and bless a' our foes, With shouther-shaking lauchter at our wee lassie wean. Our ain lassie wean, &c. Awa wi* your siller, your grandeur and your gowd, A grandsire and grannie hae better joys to gain Than baubles to glower at, though ever sae proud. They hae the dear caresses o' their wee lassie wean Our ain lassie wean, &c. But God guideth a' things, and weel do they fare Wha hae Him for a guardian 'gainst sorrow, sin and pain ; And lang may His breath of love impregnate the air That feeds the tiny nostrils o' our wee lassie wean. Our ain lassie wean, &c. WILLIE'S WEDDING. Tune—" The Tinker'* Wedding,^* The sun had slippet out o' sicht, And left the moon to rule the nicht ; Aboon the sky was sparkling bricht Wi' countless stars, wide spreading O : The crispy snaw lay 'neath our tread, While, drawn by twa guid " thorough bred," We spanket onward to Greenhead, To dance at Willie's wedding O. Dirrum, dirrum, dirrum dey. The hay time and the tedding O ; And may we ever bless that day, The day o' Willie's wedding O. Belyve we reach'd the ingleside, Where won the forbears o' the bride, A hale auld pair in shank and hide As ever own'd a steading 0, The crowd that nicht assembled there* The lads sae bauld, the girls sae fair, Ye could na' match, gang onywhere, Except to Willie's wedding O. Dirrum, <&c. The bridegroom and the bride hersel' Pla/d weel their parts, as a' can tell m WILLIE'S WEDDING. Wha saw them wi' the comp'ny mell, Up till the final rv^dding ; The auld guidman, sae fell and crouso, And the guidwife, sae gash and douce, Made a' folks happy in their house. That nicht o' Willie's wedding 0. Dirrum, &c. The cat-gut scrapers play'd so weel, That nerve was lent to ilka heel, And young and auld \\i' jig and reel Were joyfu' ( th, adding ; The worthy minister McEae Bestow'd his blebr^ings on ih- 1 wae, And wish'd them bairnies aue and mae, As fruits o' Willie's wedding O. Dirrum, &c. Ilk season has its special dowers. The Summer months are rich in flowers, And hay time brings its happy hours, \\ ith making and wi* tedding O ; So Uka state o' life has charms, But maist when truth the bosom warms, And lovers seek ilk ither's arms. Sic as at Willie's wedding O. Dirrum, &c. TOMMY BODKIN. TuNK— " Bow, Wow, wmoJ* 1, Tommy Bodkin, with your leave, Here fain would make my bow, sirs, In all sincerity and truth, To let the world know, sirs, 1 am a tailor thorough-bred, From famous Glasgow town, sirs, Where long I cut and measured too', With credit and renown, sirs. Bow, Wow, wow, &c. All kinds of tailor-work I do. Tip-top in cut and shape, sirs ; Coats, pantaloons and fancy vests Are measured by my tape, sirs, And warrant, while the cloth endures, My stitching won't give in, sirs ; And every article I make Will fit as neat's your skin, sirs. Bow, wow, wow, ffh. Knodell, George printer bt. John. L Lewin, President B. N. B. St. John. Lawton, W. G. merchant " Lo^n, W. J. " " Livingston, J. journalist Lloyd, John merchant Lloyd, J. C. Lindsay, M. Lee, T. W. Lawton, .1. F. manufacturer •• Lee. William plumber Lascelles, Edward clerk Leonard, R. J. ship broker L kely, Thomas merchant Lee, James briek maker Lockhart, E. E. Com'r W. W. Leitch, John, P. O. Lordly, A. J. cabinet manufr. Lindsay. Wm. bookbinder '* Lawrence, A. B., M. D. *• Carleton. St. .Tohn. << *< << « (i (I « V\f iv LIST OF SUBSCRIBERS. «< M Magee, W. merchant St. John. Magee, J. " " Meh'in, Robert May, J. S. merchant Mahcr, M. builder Milligan, Jas. marble worker " Milligan, B. " •• Magee, D. Hatter • • Maher, H. merchant Portland. Mitcliell, J. S. printer 8t. John. MoUins, T. £. merchant " Marshall, B. ins. agent " March, J., Sec. Soh'l Trustees '• Manson, James, merchant, Moore, W. Moore, J. B. merchant " Murdoch, Gilbert, Supt. Water W. St. John. Miu-doch, John " Murdoch, Wm. jr., C. E. •« Murdoch, George «• Murdoch, Gilbert, jr. '• Murdoch, Jos. A. " Mui'dock, George curi'ier Maegregor, C. S. merchant Mackenzie, W. R. merchant Mackenzie, D. G. '• Martin, G. H. jeweller Maclellan, T., Bank B. N. A. Macfarlane, Jas. merchant. Munro, D. R. Morrison, W. S. Indiantown Maher E. auctioneer St. John Mitchell, John baker Maclise, D, M., D. D. Macrae, Rev. D. Maxwell, C. 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Perkins, A. St. John. Peters, W. Com. merchant " Perley, W. C. barrister " Palmer, A. L., M.P. barrister " Pngsley, O. R. barrister " Pattison, Q-. whitesmith " Puffsley, Crawford & Pugsley. bar- risters St. John. Pengilly T. M. druggist " Piirciiase, W. watclimakeF " Peters, Hurd, City Engineer " Peters, B. L., City Clerk ♦' Patton, D. merchant ' Parks, J. H. manufacturer " Page, W. C. jeweller •* Purchase, E. merchant " Peacock, D. dyer " Perry. M. '* " Penny, H. S., Boyal Hotel " Porter, James printer '* Partelow, G. L. vintner '• Parker, J. R. ship broker *« Pi dgeon, Burpee clerk " Porter, Bobt. engineer Portland, Robertson , J . book -keeper St . John. ReynoIdB,W. K. jr, .journal't *• Reid, A., Asst. H. Master •• Roop, John sailmaker '• Robinson, R. 8. clerk " Ross, John R, ♦• Ross. Hiram harness maker Rankin, .lohn " Rennie, Wm. Inter. R. R " St. John. Quinton, W. A. R Carleton. Robertson, Hon. J. 2 copies.St. John. 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