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POEMS AND SONGS 
 
 THE CITY OF THE DEAD; 
 
 )R, MUSINGS IN THE RURAL CEMETERY. ST. JOHN, N. Bv 
 
 Alone, like exile far remote 
 
 From oouiitiy. friends and lionic. 
 1 seek thy mazy Cedar walks, 
 
 In musing mood to roam ; 
 Or awe-struek. uaze with silent srief 
 
 Upon eaeh narrow hod. 
 Whieli holds for thee, my kindred's dust — 
 
 Lone City of the Dead. 
 
 T see within tliy solemn ";loom 
 
 The ghosts of other \(*k s ; 
 Their love notes eome on every wind — 
 
 Their lu.pes. their joys, their tears; 
 But soon, too soon, the transient dream, 
 
 Whieh rapt my soul is sped. 
 And left alone thy spectral spires — 
 
 Dark City of the Dead 
 
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 POEMS AXD SON*a.< 
 
 Groat inonitdr of vnutli .iiul ag«^ 
 
 I see thy pillars rise. 
 Like hope within tlu' (Miristian'w soul. 
 
 Which ))(»ints I'roin eartli to skies : 
 I hear thy vij^il Anjjels sing 
 
 Their requiems round each head 
 That sleeps in thy sepulchral halls — 
 
 Stern City of the ])cad. 
 
 Within thy dank and cold embrace 
 
 An infant daughter's clay. 
 Co-mingles with ancestor's dust, 
 
 Whose locks were thin and ray ; 
 Now lonely o'er their silent graves 
 
 My burning tears I shed. 
 In tribute to thy sacred trust — 
 
 Lov'd City of the Dead. 
 
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 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, 
 Reclines the stalwart form 
 
 Of him who braved the billows rage.- 
 And dared the demon storm ; 
 
 

 THE CITY OF THE DEAD. 
 
 Xf» tcndt'i- iiiotlior seal'd his eyes, 
 
 Or watch'd his ilyinu" \m\ ; 
 No sister mourns liini in thv shades — 
 
 Drear City ofth.' J)ead. 
 
 I pon this stdiie I uazc. \ weep, 
 
 Tlie mjLiic of that iiain(> — 
 •• Mv MoTiiEu" — elotlies my soul with tire,, 
 
 And l)nnis rhnmiih all my frame. 
 O I cnnld I clasp that blessed form. 
 
 Kecal the years ii(»\v fled. 
 I'd -hidly yield iii(> t:> thv hi.nds — 
 
 Drea.l City <>!" thr Dead. 
 
 \(»n- fo yon rude, nruleeted spot. 
 
 -My weary stcjis i wend. 
 Where sleeps, afar from kith and kin. 
 
 y\\ counti'yiiian. my friend ;* 
 No oraven marble trlls his tal- 
 
 Or marks his lowlv bed. 
 But there love UKUirns departed wort^i • 
 
 (ireat City of the Dead. 
 
 Adieu, ye sul!;'n slnided nooks. 
 
 Adieu, thou Licnial ti'biom ; 
 Adieu, my lono- lost kindi-cd's dust. 
 
 y\\ friend's nntendetl tomb ; 
 Adieu, dark City, stern and drear — 
 
 When time and de.atli have sped. 
 Then will thy d:iy of reek 'n in u' come 
 
 Proud City of the Dead. 
 
 * Tl."* liitf 1 iiiiented .M. \. Cimmiv.;,. V. S, 
 
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 TIIK TWA S'lVKKPr.KS. 
 
 " Oiftliis be true, how lucd ve pp.'cr?" 
 
 Tlio d;iy sonic lioiirs liad sunk to rest. 
 Ijoliiiit yon C'liiiids i'lr in tlic west; 
 Tlie stars wore twinklin' briclit and clear. 
 The moon lichl on its iloct career ; 
 And a' wliar daisies used to ]>hi\v 
 Xouiilit noo was seen but slieets o' snaw. 
 'llie loelis ])v lee were tirnily ])ai'r'd, 
 On wlillk the enrh-rs daily wai'r'd ; 
 And save when JJoreas heav'd a sigh 
 Nae soun' was heard heneatli the sky. 
 Sic was the nicht at witehinii' hour. 
 When ibrtli I strayisd to tak' a t )ur. 
 Thro' uuld anlil Paisley — wale o' touns, 
 F(jr canty, ranty. rani-stani loons — 
 To view the stars, and streek my slianks 
 And aiblins note the midnic]:t pranks 
 
 bickiM" lads, wha baiddly dar'd 
 Offend the l)laek no(;turnal uiiard. 
 
 A'ile crew I whase knavisli ai1s and tricks, 
 Whasu clappers lond. and stunipie sticks. 
 Alt launches in a dreadt'u" stew 
 The luckless Avicht that stoiterinii" fii'. 
 Thro' street and lane, thro' hole and bore., 
 
 1 reacli'd at lenuth Sanct Mirren's score, 
 Whar, wandering lancly. ])lain i heard. 
 What nane miihl hrar except a bnrd.. 
 
THE TWA STKKPLE.S. 
 
 Our iii?i twn stot'plos vokc tlic flvtinsr, 
 III liiiiuuau'c sliMiiicru'. i:\vt. jind ])itin2. 
 Witlidiitiii imvIjicc. ]»liini)> all" linii' 
 Tlic I Ice !\irk St('t>j)l(' fliijs ln'uaii. 
 
 11 KE KIRK STEEPLK. 
 
 My dwiirtisli fVion' ! I often think, 
 
 Wliile dcav'cl bv thy unlo'osonie eliuk. 
 
 That men think little o' thenisel' 
 
 Wha'd hearken to thv fonlsonie boll; 
 
 And no iti ra<:'e unite their force, 
 
 To lay thee j)rostrate at the corse. 
 
 Mysel'. I'll tVaiiklv lend this ton<.-ue — 
 
 Whilk in mv beliry lauu' has swunir — 
 
 To aid in battering down thy wa's 
 
 Till wreck'd for auuht save haunts for Davvs, 
 
 Thy bell ! awa wi' a' sic metal, 
 
 (,'onimend me first to some auld kettle, 
 
 Some parritch pat. or auld tin can 
 
 That's serv'd the usefu' turns o' man ; 
 
 And then \V(!'ll hear — compar'd wi' thee — 
 
 A peerless heavenly melody. 
 
 Forby thy bell and ^urewsome look. 
 To modern taste a fell rebuke — 
 It is a crying shame aiul sin 
 To see thee cocket on an inn. 
 Whar lawyers, doctors, and sie cattle 
 Meet nichtly. at their wine to swattle, 
 To loll on sofas, smoke, and snore. 
 Or row insensate on the floor ; 
 
POEMS AND SONGS. 
 
 While twa braw kirks, wi' pastf^rs rare^ 
 Sac deep they're vorsM in gnspol lair. 
 Propt by the state, i'or (Jdd's ain people. 
 Maun Stan', wacs me I without a steeple. 
 
 CROSS STKEPLE. 
 
 JMy word, yc're erouse I vile, filthy gctt, 
 Wanwordy pauper o' the state, 
 Yc dccm't an unco pride, ye stirk, 
 To tower aboon a parish kirk, 
 And hope unniarr'd conceited hash, 
 On nic to vent thy spitefu' clash. 
 But hear me, keuf I altho' I'm wee> 
 I hac a saul as weel as thee. 
 And ne'er will bide thy spitefu' joke, 
 While on my croon I hae a cock. 
 
 Unlike thy panipcr'd men in black 
 Wha wear religion's mask, alake ! 
 To hide their wicked pranks and plays 
 Frac e'en, half open, noo-a-days; 
 My lawyers, and my doctors, baith, 
 Are men o' sense and spirit, faith ; 
 Nae saintly airs, nac sour grimaces 
 Adorn their face in public places. 
 But blythe and open, frank and free, 
 Thoy tak' their tift o' barlcy-bree ; 
 Nor care tho' a' the warld saw them, 
 Tho' priests should ban, or deevils claw them. 
 Your parish kirk and state-paid priest 
 Are nought but mockery, say the least. 
 
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THK TWA STEKPLKS 
 
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 And, ever since thoy first bognn. 
 IliU' ])iMv'(l th(' (Msrsc Mild scoiiruo o* man ; 
 riicv form liis cn-i'd — liis imii'sc tlicv drain ; 
 riu'V bind bih- \vi' tiic tyrant's cliain ; 
 And cnisli biin scath ()|)|)rt'ssi(tn's load : 
 Sic mockery o' a Inviim- (I (id I 
 The loaves and iishi's is the goal 
 To wliieli they ever onward roll. 
 Bnt soon. 1 \u)\)\.\ the day will daw 
 When state-paid dorgy, kirks an' a' 
 Will, in ac nuickle bowhnan's creel, 
 Be packet headlang to the do'il. 
 
 11 EE Kiniv STEEPLE. 
 Ye ill-tonKued. iiiiidelic loon. 
 
 Disgi 
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 To blame our clergy as ye df) ; 
 Come, ever honor'd shade o' Knox, 
 Great Father o' the faithtii' folks ; 
 Come, Calvin, frae thy home on high, 
 And for this sinner heave a sigh ; 
 Come martyr'd hosts, wha were na laith 
 To suffer for our holy faith; 
 Come arm'd wi' might to aid a servant, 
 Whase aye been zealous, true and fervent, 
 Against this foul blaspheming steeple, 
 
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 Ye vile, cantankerous, heartless thief. 
 0' a' that's base and graceless chief. 
 flow daur ye wish sic pious men 
 
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 Sent hocls o'er lioad to Clontic's (1«mi ; 
 l^ut yon iiii'l yours — and tliMl. ere laiii;- 
 AVil! I'fcl tlic I'orcc (•' llmnic's st;ni<j;; 
 
 Yo'll 
 
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 Whar ]>ray'rs and i(;irs will iKniirlit avail. 
 
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 CMfiSS STKKIM,!;. 
 
 Whisht. /I'alnus idi<it. sic ivnijectiiros 
 Are fit lur iioiiLilit hut st:it('-j)aid locturea. 
 By cdiiids in lil;i(dv. whasc int(M"(!sts need 
 MtMi's unite snl)inissi(in tu their creed, 
 And preach that man should iivis and deo 
 Ijeal subject to the powers rhat be. 
 But let these ])owers their interest touch, 
 (>oneeruiui»' stipend, iiiansc, or such; 
 E'en stcMit them tor their L>gal share 
 0' taxes to support tlie puir. 
 They'll storm and ilyte, iia, sometimes swear 
 Oaths wad a'ar steejiles shake wi' fear. 
 Myscl'. ['ve heard them in this inn, 
 When yeskin f'li' o' Holland's gin, 
 Avow, bidbre they'd volunteer 
 Ac single saxpence in the year, 
 To I'ced. or deed, a crew siu; wicket, 
 They'd see them, man and W(»man. kicket. 
 But mark them, deek'd in holy robe, a 
 When leet'ring on some i)oint in Job, 
 With (mtstretch'd arm, and lengthen'd face, 
 Their hale demeanor fu' o' grace; 
 Ye'd deem them beings o' that sphere. 
 Whase name gars Satan tjuake wi' fear. 
 
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TIIK rWA STEJUM.KS. 
 
 AtTiiiii. my .st:il\v;ii'l. runriiii: IViiMi'. 
 l>un't 1( so thy scMiitv senses cKmii, 
 ])\ caWiw'j: nil sic wnrtliy folks 
 As Calvin and the rcv'n'nd Ivnox, 
 Tog(!tlu'r \vi' sic niiu'hty liii>i> 
 O' martyrs. IVac the land i>' uhnsts. 
 Tlic'v'd luio but little mense. I tnni. 
 Wad C'omo sao far at ))eck it' yoii, 
 To aid in erushinu an auld stoeplo, 
 The pride o' J'aisley and its people. 
 For aj^es. h( re. I've hrav'd tlie stornisi 
 0' time, in a' their shajx's and forms, 
 And ne'er before had sic a stour, 
 Wi' aiiu'ht in n:iture till this hour. 
 
 II KF. KIHK STKKI'LK. 
 
 Vile reprobate as e'er was runLr, 
 
 I were my base as free's my tongue, 
 
 ['d gi'o you itlu'r thinus for jeests 
 
 Than parish kirks and parish priests, 
 
 Ae cliMir wad eowp thee, like a totum, 
 
 Or rend thy side-walls to the bottom. 
 
 Sic vile a])use o' a' that's uuid 
 
 Was ne'i'r before heard sinet- the flood; 
 
 But by my battlements. I swetir. 
 
 I'll hear sic blasphemy nai' mair. 
 
 I'll hae our much ri'speekit sherra. 
 
 Our patron, and <>'uld l^rovost .^lurray 
 
 Inform'd o' this, and. ])y my s »oth. 
 
 They'll (juic'kly jz;ag thy ill-fa ur'd mouth. 
 
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 ('|{(tSS STKKl'l.K. 
 
 They'll line jiic u.i.uLi'M '. vt" si'nsj'lcss donkev, 
 
 Ye l;inu. tuom. l)rniiil('ss st;iti'-kirk' flunkie ; 
 
 Thy ]»:itrini. jirnvusl mid tliVM-l'. 
 
 May. ill ac ciiJiijianv. whirl t i h — . 
 
 AtuI thorc midst kindred diMiums niiniilL' 
 
 To t(»ast tlu'ir cifidts at Satan's ii.uU'. 
 
 For atiuht ! cart'; hut for the shcrra. 
 
 I'll l(u' him whilt' I stand on Terra; 
 
 III' is a man o" \va»rth and merit. 
 
 Twa thinus few itatnms e'er inherit. 
 
 fxaii'irM ! hy my oi'l.aii''. Init ye're erouse, 
 
 Thysel' heuan this 1nnl ahiise. 
 
 And syne when wairsted in debate 
 
 On jiamper'd ]triests uphtdd l>y state. 
 
 ^'e vow. if ye had hnt the ]tnwer. 
 
 To strew mv ashes ere an honr. 
 
 Hut dinna he sae wondi'ons vain 
 
 Ooliali was hy Mavid shun ; 
 
 80 says the hook, ami wha can douht it. 
 
 F(n' a' the talk that's heiMi ahont it ^ 
 
 Sae aihliiis. if ye shonld attaek. 
 
 Ye'll find my dwarl'shij) no tliat slack 
 
 In takim:' \o a siin'hii' einir^e. 
 
 I{e])ellinu' (|iiiel<ly i'eree hy lurce. 
 
 Xoo. I'ar-ve-weel — ennie wlieli ye like — 
 Ve'll lind me "'eady for the lyke. 
 Kiiilit is the sword, and trnth the shield. 
 By whitdi I'll win. < r le.se the field ; 
 And should 1 fa', my eiiiistant "diinie. 
 When toiterim: < 11 the verire o' time 
 
THE TVV\ STERPLKS. 
 
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 hhall be. till bell and beltVv ^icver, 
 Freedom, and trci'dom's .><ons forovor. 
 
 This la.-^t Idviadsidt'. sac unexpeckot. 
 Sae pointed, and sae weel direeket. 
 Gar'd •• lloAiiiNU Tam,"-= \vi pious elink. 
 Propose to let the matter sink, 
 And from their minds this squabble score. 
 Then live in friendship, as of yore. 
 
 They ended, and wi' joint consent, 
 Their friendship firmer to indent. 
 Ilk bell at 'i.nce let loose its tonuue. 
 And lang in mutual concert nm<^. 
 
 By this time, Boreas frao his den 
 Cam wi' sic rage o'er hill and glen. 
 That 1, wi' hasty, lengthened stride, 
 3Iade for our cozy ingle side, 
 And hinging for the swe"ts o' simmer, 
 Crept 'neath the blankets wi' my kinimer. 
 
 A' ye guid f »lks wha seldom fail 
 To seauld your tongue in ither's kail 
 This maxim on your minds keep written. 
 Ne'er try to bite, lest ye be bitten. 
 
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 " Yo never 8;nv sae queer a group 
 
 Of asses, 
 
 apeing men. 
 
 A' yc whasc huge unshapely noscf* 
 Brier like are gcni'd wi' crimson roses ; 
 A' ye wha daily (juench \ iur drouth 
 Wi' stuff that warms and bites the mouthy 
 A' ye wha ruin soul and body 
 By gawpiuii' whiskey, yill. or toddy ; 
 Yc wha the Bar-room counter nurses 
 And beg for drink wi' plackless purses. 
 While famish'd wiv(,'S. and helpless bairns, 
 In vain for meat ami claithinu' yearns, 
 While graceless >/(iu. contented su/i 
 Their h('arl\< hluul. frae your hellish cup, 
 Give car my birkies. while I tell 
 0' sic like blackguards as yourscl' ; 
 Vile, tearing, swearing, drunken deils. 
 Wliase doings ^hamc a" honest (diiels, 
 Aud gar men blush to own your shape 
 Except when dangling at a ra])e. 
 Now gi'e your bluid-shot e'en a rub 
 And hear o' Paisley's •• cursing club ;" 
 Or, as 'twas named by learned classes, 
 " The club of literary asses." 
 
"THE CURSTXa CLUB. 
 
 ('ritif'S forbear, your splooii I scorn 
 Tho' P 1 should your ranks adorn. 
 
 So do not wasto your precious time 
 
 In vain attempts to stay my rhyme ; 
 
 Don't drain your fertile, fruitful brains. 
 'To (iarn contempt lor a' your pains, . 
 
 Your praise 1 sc(un. your wrath defy. 
 Tour wit shall pass unheeded by, 
 
 Heru;ath your frown I winna quail, 
 Tho' a' your host at ance assail; 
 
 Ye'll find, my cocks, I'm better stuf^", 
 iSo ance for a', ■■ lay on MacDufl'." 
 
 (,'(une on my muse; depict a corpn 
 Wha nichtly met to rift and roar, 
 In Jamik Bluff's maist spacious hu' 
 Wi' joy to fleii; dull care awa. 
 Drink twa three cups o' reaming nappy 
 And swear, to keep ilk ither happy ; 
 l^uarrel, joke and sing, till roof and rafter 
 Shook wi' their noisy bursts o' lau«'hter. 
 A Dam-br(jad and the Ueevil's beuk 
 Lay on a table in the neuk. 
 For those wha wish'd to try their skill 
 At playing for a pint or gill; 
 A vessel usefu' whiles at e'en 
 Stood in a neuk behint a screen. 
 In readiness to serve wi' speed 
 Their ilka turn in time o' need. 
 When nature at their wicket tappet 
 -Vnd claim'd to be frae bondage drappet. 
 
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 IJowcd. cniiLiird. .'iii<l iio;itly wipM liis ll()^ 
 'Phcii bawlM out •• ( 'Ir.iii'inaii ! I propose 
 ffoiir kind Pali-on would but uraiit 
 
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 iieet and Iku; a rant 
 
 On New-Yoar-day, ^yiie loasl bis name 
 As wortliy o' imiiiortal lame." 
 
 •"Done." roar'd tbe l^^troll, flamit; Ulutt'. 
 •• W(>e J[u^liie 's made o' sterling stiift", 
 And lest we should riii short o' drink 
 I '11 ])awn this bible all'tlK! biiik, 
 And buy twa jai-s o" Stewart's nappy 
 ()'(!r whilk we '11 pass (he day I'li' liappy."" 
 
 1Miis said, the Patron made a pause. 
 Then issu(Ml I'ortb llu' ('lu])'s huzzas. 
 Wi' three times thnM". the soun they sent 
 .\ thuiiderin;; U[) tlie Patron's vent. 
 The V(!ry pij^s at the jumdiead 
 Beat time to ilka ebeer tlu^y ji;iod, 
 Till burl I <l(»wn o'er the slates they run 
 And dash to pieces on the Li'run. 
 
 'J'inie wiiig'd it's silent, fleet earei^r 
 Till ei^ht bloak days brought the iiew-yoar. 
 That day when IJaechanalian i'l-asts 
 Sink Nature's lords to rank o' binists, 
 Poor Avorthless creatures o' a day, 
 Proud reptiles, offspring o' the <day, 
 Whase only difference frae the snail, 
 'I'hoy walk erect, and lack the tail. 
 
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 (Jrcnt \v;is tlu' stiMT in Jiiiiiic's liniu 
 To uct tliiii<i:s roady ini- tin- bic/o; 
 A rousing (ire l)lc('/,"(l iit the uratf. 
 And :it it's hm- tin' kotllr sit. 
 \V(M'I lilld wi" UMttT |)ii>in' lid 
 To niak' tlu' tiiddv wln'n tlu-v met. 
 Tlic slicir l):irc tln\';' KdwIs in a raw 
 
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 i' sMuar whit;; as ony snaw 
 
 Twa corked jars stood in a iiouk. 
 At wliilk the Patron al't did leid<. 
 Ifis tnn<'i>t was rattling' in his month 
 Sae ra^inu' was his l)urning' drouth, 
 rime al'ter time, lu' bless'd the lieker. 
 lint, c'urs'd the corks that ke})t it sicker. 
 
 I5(dyve the a{)|t;iinted liour drew near 
 VVheii thir hlvthe mor!als should ajipear. 
 And scarcely had the (dock struck f( n 
 Till in step'd twa o' Jamie's men. 
 First cam' the iMi'Ki! o' the crew. 
 W i' twa blaidv e'en, and I'oarinu' i'u' ; 
 \Vll,i. 'I'.vssii; u'xt. th(> Sneddon _i:'oat. 
 W^i' ciH'cshic heard and hurninu' throat ; 
 l-'ive minutes mail' and a" the rald)le 
 WtMH! seatt'(l i-oun' the i'cstive tahle. 
 
 A limj)in i'loted Cohhli i- hudv 
 .*>at in a neuk t > niak the toddv ; 
 l*cr(drd on a (diair <dcse hy \\\>- side 
 \\ i' mouth and ""en extended wide, 
 .\doi-n'd wi' a' his uit'ral u'iaccs 
 The I'atriiii sal in i'lrm o' ju'eses, 
 
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 And jKiiir'd forth tliis sublinio liaranguc :" 
 
 •• l[ero arc avc mot ilk social brithor 
 
 •• On iViciily terms wi' ane anitlicr, 
 
 •• To jKiss this day )>:uth Idythc and frisky,. 
 
 •• And toom a cuj) o' Scotia's whiskey. 
 
 •• Lot iinitv amanu' us roi«;:n 
 
 '• And friendship cheer the jovial scone, 
 
 '• And don't lot ony Aveanly fracas 
 
 •• ])isgrace the name o' jolly ]}acchus, 
 
 •■ Indulj^ency I'll grant, but still 
 
 '• Dcnuind obedience to my Avill; 
 
 '• Jjot liim who dares, refuse, by G — d ! 
 
 '• 1 '11 rule liim with this Iron rod." 
 
 lie wavd a poker in the air 
 .\nd ]>ackward sunk u}»on his chair. 
 Then lais'd his glass, propos'd a cheei", 
 And •• wish'd them a' a iiuid iiew-vear." 
 \Vi' heart-ielt joy ilk member bounded, 
 .\nd lang the roaring cheers resounded, 
 'J'hev seiz'd their iilasses firm and sicker, 
 Anl smilinu' drain'd the hallow'd bicker. 
 
 No<» (juick as thought up frao ]ns si^at- 
 
 The cripple Cobbler jumpet ', 
 And wi' an awkward hilchinii- <;act 
 
 O'er to the fire he stum pet; 
 Whar screwing up his mouth and chin,. 
 
 The t:i))le twice he biltot; 
 Then wi' a voice as loud 's the Unn,. 
 
 This biythsomo sang he liltot, 
 
 ^Vi' glee tluit uielit„ 
 
TITE CUKSTNf; CLUB. 
 
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 lined n (ira 
 
 N^ow-r-d.-iy couics Iml ;iik'c ;i yojir 
 Push ;il)(iii( (jif (.-appio ; 
 
 Mail it \vi' a (l;'a^'Mill^■ cliccr, 
 Toast il o'er the na]»])y ( ). 
 
 KjW. tli;' ink." and sail-'- al)()ut, 
 
 Tunc tlu' fiddle and tin; flute. 
 
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 \V(i 'iv! h;M-('. we 'II tak our tout, 
 
 P>lyth('. Idythc, and happy (). 
 
 Wint 
 
 cr noo ni ly ran-o and stomi, 
 
 Fill auain the ciippie (). 
 \V(! carcnad.y his rudest form, 
 
 Push al) lut tlK' n.ippy O. 
 Bl i\v Vv- wins your wildest gust. 
 Ijcvel rorc^ls in tin; dust, 
 Tho' your h.i^s wi' ven^v^uice hrust. 
 
 We 'II I).' h!ythc> ami hai.i)y ^>- 
 
 Joliunit^ !• 
 
 rost ai:d a' liis trail 
 
 Fill auaiu the cappio O, 
 Waste their spltef'u' wrath in vaii 
 
 Push al) uit tl 
 
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 iSiiaw, nor h lil, nor blashy sleet, 
 
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 II mar sic transports meet, 
 
 Till the end our Lial 
 
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 Wealth and wit, to ilk aiio here 
 
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 Push about the nappy O. 
 
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 Cure ami a' lii.s fcllovv.s din<;, 
 Mirth and <ili'c' are on the Avin<i, 
 Blytlie, blvtlu". and lia]!})}' ( ). 
 
 Heartless saiils may blame the eaj»> 
 
 Push about the nappy O, 
 Send to nick ilk social chap, 
 
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 Let the guid-lbr-naething pack, 
 Waste their win in useless clack, 
 
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 Blythe, blythe, and happy O. 
 
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 Till up gat Pll>Ki{ wi' a bang, 
 lie hoastet thrice to clear his wizzen, 
 A bicker drained lest he should gizzen, 
 Then gravely streatching out his han' 
 He with a hiccup thus began : 
 
 " Adorers o' a jug o' toddy, 
 
 '* Give ear to a poor worthless body, 
 
 •• Wha loves when nichts dark clouds come dowit 
 
 '• To wander a' gaets thro' the town, 
 
 ■' Wi' plackless pouch and drouthy thrapple, 
 
 " Aye ready at a glass to grapple, 
 
 '• When fortune leads me to a chiel 
 
 '■ Whase heart thro' driuk has turn'd to stcnd, 
 
 " Nor minds the wants o' weaiis and wife, 
 
 "But sooms in whiskey thio' his life, 
 
 
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 Noo friends prcpiire, a name wc 'II toast 
 (T wliilk aiild Hacc'lius wocl iniclit boast 
 T<» I'litiirc am's be it given, 
 Tts lame ride on the winds u' heaven, 
 Till ilka beer-shop on this earth 
 Shall bless the town that gave it birth, 
 ■• Till earth, air, sky, and time shall be 
 '• Lost in the I'utiu'e's niystie sea, 
 *' Noo, noo my brithers be in trim, 
 '• And fill your glasses to the brim ; 
 '• I hope you'll hail it with a rufl", 
 •' My toast is, Ouii kind Patron 13lufb\" 
 
 The thud'rin clieers made sieean din 
 As reaeh'd the eurlers on the liinn : 
 Wha stood astonish'd roun the Tec 
 Resolving what the souu might be. 
 Wee] pleas'd at doing sic a feat, 
 The Piper stagger'd to his seat. 
 
 The Sneddon goat next clear'd liis throat, 
 
 And bawl'd (Mit for a bumper ; 
 A Sang he'd sing, wad fairly ding 
 
 The ane sung by the Stumper. 
 Neck like a swan, he then beuan, 
 
 Wi' voice like angry Boreas ; 
 A' rule o' tune he was aboon. 
 
 While routing out this chorus. 
 
 Tune—" CocJcie-hcndie." 
 When winter haps the hills wi' snaw, 
 And lochs wi' ice are glancing ; 
 
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 And l)fH'('as on Lis ciMiirciicli sttMnl. 
 
 Ts tliro' (till' kiiilrn |»r;iii('iti,i;" ; 
 \V'h;it lifts (iiir cliittcrinu- luMirts iibcx 
 
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 >;»iit the joruai 
 
 When I'ouii tlio board we 're Mytlily sot. 
 
 Wi' cheese and l):iiiiioeks dainty ; 
 And floods o' toihly jiipin liet, 
 
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 Anld eare ne'er reeks ns then ava, 
 
 The villi loon, we abhortvuni ; 
 While blythly liltin -Davie Fa," 
 
 W(^ " push about the jorum." 
 
 When Criens that lang hae sever'd beerr 
 
 He-ni(!ct at i'.iirs or races, 
 Kind friendship sparklini; in tliiiir c'cn. 
 
 vSmilcs playin;^' on their faces; 
 Nou'^ht waruKS their hoai'ts, or wakes their juyti 
 
 When forni'd in social quoruni ; 
 Like " drink it out niy ineri'y boys. 
 
 And push about the jorum " 
 
 When bloak December's linip gangs out, 
 
 And New-year's-day advances. 
 And lads and lasses whisk ab lut, 
 
 At jigs and kintra dances. 
 When in the neuk the fiddler chick 
 
 Arc scrcoding '-Tulloch-'orum." 
 Nought lends sic mottle to their heels, 
 
 As " push about the jorum." 
 
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 \j('t nac'lielors woo tlicir solituilc; 
 
 Kind's revel iii their rielies ; 
 Let S|iortsiiien roam tliro' moor and wocxls ; 
 
 J*riests ban baitli deils and witclies; 
 Let Sages, in their ])rid(>, display 
 
 Th(^ wisdom o' a I'orum ; 
 JJut nought inspires the Poet's lay 
 
 Like '• push about the jorum." 
 
 Next mim-mou'd Geordie rose bedeen, 
 And elamb a ereepie to bo seou; 
 Then wi' a conse(|uentiai air, 
 lie thus addressed them thro' the chair. 
 
 '* Ye rautin' ehiels wha uiehtly meet 
 
 •' Wi' us(j[uabae your gabs to weet, 
 
 ■' Give ear to aue o' your adorers 
 
 ■• Wlia 's aft been tortured by the horrors. 
 
 ''' Tho' meye've uieknamed mim-mou'd Geordie 
 
 I'm wranu' eoirnomen'd, tak 
 
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 For when ] like to coek 
 
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 " I '11 drink and swear, aye Avi' the best. 
 " Noo fifty years their course hae whirl'd, 
 '• Since I was usher'd to the world, 
 "And still 1 live a bachelor's life, 
 " Unken'd by woman, — maid or wife, — 
 •'No that I e'er despis'd tlieir gender, 
 •^ To them my heart and saul I tender ; 
 " IJut fate ordain'd, and I maun bide it, 
 '•Nae help for George whate'er betide it, 
 '• That frae the cradle to the iirave, 
 "I 'm doom'd a hopeless, chcu'less slave^ 
 
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 Tlic fCiiO' dl" iiM ;i. (• 'iit( ni[it iiyc held in, 
 And m' cius;' I \v;is Imrn ;i L:rliliri : 
 On,' iVii 11(1 I li:;(l. Imt l.ick-;i-(I;iv I 
 TllTii' di-atll t:» lift' >ll!' s |ris.sM .'iwav ; 
 IJilt wliil • I line ;i s:iid. if Mlcll 
 I)(' Lir.ihtrd til ;i sc.\l">> Wli'tcdl. 
 Wvv ii;niic I '11 (di"i'I>li lill my ln'catli 
 Is st.'Hipi't by the li;:lid n' dcitli. 
 
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 Have jiass'd t(i nai'tliinu'. wlicniM' (Key (-aint 
 
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 ■• .My s]>i'('ch is diiiic. I 11 u(mi sit d(.uii ; 
 
 •• Your ^iilasscs till, a tuast I claim. 
 
 " Mv i>('rf/(ss (inuiiiK .s' luniiuir'd ii<iiii(\ 
 
 Ilk cliicl rcspiindcd to tlif tntnm, 
 And (|Hi(d<ly kiss'd liis glass's Imttnm. 
 VVhon a' to (Icoi-dic's toast liad drunk, 
 And ancc iiiair to tlu'ii' scats liail sunk, 
 Forth from a corner cam' to view 
 'iMic dwai'fisli I'lii'm o' cursint:' Hul;1i. 
 Wlia -! i/'d a (diair to keep iVac stuntin'. 
 Then, liallius sin^im:', litillins iiruutin'. 
 
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 This ;-'; !i^- ]\c lilted, ajiro| 
 
 To (}eor<4C, the L;cldini;''s speech of \V( 
 
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 V. >ic<i no N /..// iivitHj.)/ was 
 
 sic a ])!>. sic ;i ))o, 
 
 sic a b:> 's my (iranny was, 
 
 1 'II let you know bidbre 1 ^o. 
 
 what a bo my (Jraiuiy was. 
 
TllR crK'sTXC. OLUn. 
 
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 VVIk'M flivt my Ihixmiii riranny wi'A, 
 I 'vr lir.inl iiultl (';u•^K>^• till my ji». 
 
 "I'nKli lik-1 wiCr ill.' lsillfl-1 IMIlll, 
 
 S'u' iii;i(i-lili'>> liiirc til" li '11, my j''. 
 
 IftT ,st it"Iv l'ii-;ii .-•n- trim iind ii "it. 
 
 llcr t';i<-,'. () Imw it cliiirniM my jo. 
 Ili'i- r:ivi'ii li;iir. ;iml I'liirv ii'iit. 
 
 Ilk m;mly Imsoni Wiirm'd, my ji>. 
 
 }]vi' l)r;i\v Iicr mucli wV ri)»l);)ns (inc. 
 
 lIcM" silkt'ii uuwii s.ic flaiidy O, 
 At kirk i»r fair aye lore the sliiiif. 
 
 Wlicii arm in ai;ti wi* Saiidio (). 
 
 Wlum AutiimM's r'cii ln-oclit l<)(' and IVicti. 
 
 Tn jitiii till" raiitin' kirn, my j". 
 AVH' (iranny nanc could trip tlio ^fccn. 
 
 Or wallnp ritun the l)arn, my jo. 
 
 Wlum Januar's wins }»rociit Xcw-ycarV day. 
 
 And folk a' cart' did hum;', my i'>. 
 Nouiilit Idirc dicii' licarts al^non tlic hrac. 
 
 Like (Jranny's canty saiij:,'. my jo. 
 
 K'(!n noo. tlicuLih liiui'-.^corc \vintcr wint* 
 llat^ cl.'iJ hor pn\v wi' snaw. my jo. 
 
 • Slu' laiii^lis and sinj^s, while thranj;' slu' ^^pill^ 
 Ah hlytlie V at twonty-twa, my jo. 
 sic a ho. c^c. 
 
 Soon as Ifnghic's sang was ended, 
 liOud the liDUSc wi' laughter ran^•: 
 
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 POEMS AND SONGS. 
 
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 " Fill, good mortals, fill a bumper, 
 
 Toa.st the .singer and his sang." 
 O'er and o'er again they pledg'd him, 
 
 Ilka time their glasses drain'd ; 
 Droiith and drink, of sense uufledg'd theuL, 
 
 IJarleyeorn trium2)hant reign'd. 
 
 The Patron next, Avi' thiind'rin thud, 
 Thf! table struck, and roar'd like wud, 
 
 For order and for drink; 
 And syne this rantin, jolly soul, 
 Rais'd to his mouth a toddy bowl, 
 
 And drain'd it in a blink; 
 Then back reclining on his chair. 
 
 His vocal harp he strung. 
 And with a Templctouian air, 
 
 In ycskin glee he sung. 
 
 Tune — " Tcdlin butt, and todUn ben," 
 
 <,)iuck send roun the bumper and lilt up ;i sang, 
 (Jar the nicht seem but short, be it ever sae lan^^ j 
 When the dead hour o' miduicht the howlets proclaim 
 It's then time enoujfh to irang stairirerin' hame. 
 
 Staggerin' hame, staggcrin' hame, 
 
 IJaith ycskin and winkin' when staggerin' hame, 
 
 Is there in this company a miserly sot, 
 Wha wad grudge wi' a cronie to share his last groat? 
 Let him rise and tak guidnicht, sic coofs I disdain, 
 And 1 laugh aye to see them gauu staggerin' alaue. 
 
 Here 's a health to the chiel wha can tout aflf his horn. 
 Makin' happy the nicht, and ne'er thinks o' the morn; 
 
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 Sic chiels I '11 revere while life's Ktreams warm my frame, 
 And I '11 lend them my oxter when stajigcrin' hame 
 
 Guid drink is the nuul g' baith sinner and sanct, 
 It's the life o' a meeting where wisdom is scant; 
 Sac roun wi' the bicker, 't will kindle wit's flame. 
 And we '11 soon be in trim to gang staggerin' hame. 
 Staggerin' hame, &c. 
 
 To'- 
 
 The Patron's very roof and wa's 
 Shook wi' the lengthened loud applause 
 
 That cclio'd back his sanii". 
 The glasses roun and roun gaed dirling, 
 Nac mortal there e'er thocht o' quarreling, 
 Wi' mirth the rafters ransx. 
 
 Sic cheerinu'. sic .swearinir, 
 Sic rantin' and sic glee, 
 Sic sploring, sic roaring, 
 
 Ne'er sprang frac barley-brec. 
 
 Belyve when cam' a quiet blink, 
 And a' were fairly gorg'd wi' drink, 
 A swankie clerk '• twa Scotch ells laug," 
 Gat up to cheer them wi' a sang ; 
 But, over-laden wi' the toddy, 
 His legs refus'd to bear his body ; 
 First forward staggerin', sideward neist. 
 Then backward, chia upon his breast, 
 Syne downwards, when a fleesomc roar 
 Proclaim'd him mcasur'd on the floor. 
 A blink he sprawling lay, and rair'd, 
 Then starting, seiz'd Will Tassie's board, 
 
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 POEMS AXD SO^'GS. 
 
 And shook, and swore by earth and h — 1, 
 'T was he that tripp'd liini when he fell. 
 
 Inflam'd wi' rage, the Sneddon (joat 
 Sprang fiercely at the ••lang chiel's" throaty 
 Wha sidewards stagger'd to avert 
 The vengeance rous'd in Tansie's heart, 
 By doing whilk. his luckless mate 
 Fell headlani? on the kitchen urate, 
 His beard took fire, a minute mair. 
 There wasna left a single hair. 
 
 The great alarm eaus'd by this squabble. 
 Poor Tassie's groans, the company's gabble, 
 The walth o' drink, and want o' wit. 
 Put the kin' Patron in a fit. 
 Ilk blood red e'e stood in its socket, 
 His huge jaws firm as they 'd been locket, 
 His lips fast quiver'd, pale his cheeks, 
 And, waes me I for his guid grey breeks. 
 But soon recov(!ring frae this trance. 
 Iron rod in han' he took his stance. 
 Firm in the neuk where stood the jars, 
 Then, like a valiant son of Mars, 
 Thrice roun his head the poker swung. 
 Thrice aim'd his blows wi' furious fung ; 
 But losing balance back he stoited. 
 Then down beside the jars he cloited. 
 Again gat up, and mad wi' rage 
 The war ance mair he 'gan to w^ago, 
 And wi' sic pith his blows he dealt 
 That ane and a' his vengeance felt 
 
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 fell. 
 oat 
 ' throat, 
 
 >rt. 
 
 The laijg Clerk .sprawl'd upon the floor 
 
 Wee (leorire. th 
 
 i^a^ldin'. .sought the door 
 
 The cripple Cobbler nimbly fled 
 For safety in below the bed; 
 The Piper hid below the table, 
 While Jamie, loud as he was able. 
 Iron rod in ban', damned ilka iroose. 
 To mak' fleet steps out o' the house. 
 
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 gabble. 
 
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 SUCr.ESTEI) BY THE IlECOLLECTlft.N OF A SCOTTISH 
 
 SPRING. 
 
 Aiild blui^t'ring Winter 's tu'oii log-bail, 
 His snaws liae fled t'rae hill and dale, 
 Cowed Lv the "genial southern ti:ale 
 
 That sweetly blaws ; 
 And Sprinu', on mountain, uunn- and vale, 
 
 Her beauty shaws. 
 
 The sweet refreshing vernal showers 
 Ha'e buskit UKjther eartli wi' flDWcrs, 
 And dressed the woodland fairy bowers 
 
 In sweetest green, 
 Where beaut v owns love's niagie powers. 
 
 Wi" bashful mien. 
 
 The trees send forth their sweetest buds, 
 
 The laverock seeks its native eluds, 
 
 And pours frae thence, in rapt'rous floods, 
 
 Its heavenly sang ; 
 Frae brake to brake the niaukin wlnids, 
 
 Wi' heedless bang. 
 
 The lambs are frisking on the knowes, 
 Whar bonny puri)le heather grows ; 
 The plaintive bleating o' the ewes 
 
 Wha seek their young j 
 Gars echo skim along the howes 
 
 Like Music's tongue, 
 
A SCOTTISH SPRING. 
 
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 SCOTTISH 
 
 The minnows in the buinie play, 
 
 Dehghted by the sunny ray, 
 
 Which histre lends to bank and brae, 
 
 llock, tower, and tree ; 
 And fills frail eild, thouoh sunk in wae, 
 
 Wi' youthful glee. 
 
 Hail lovely Spring I whose genial breath 
 Wakes beauty frae the dust o' death. 
 Spreads verdure o'er the desert heath, 
 
 Where shepherds rove ; 
 And crowns the dizzy mountain path 
 
 Wi' life and love. 
 
 How sweet thy charms, when early morn 
 Awakes the throstle's mellow horn ; 
 W^hen incense frae thy snaw-white thorn 
 
 The air perfumes ; 
 And violets shed, in nooks forlorn 
 
 Their fragrant blooms. 
 
 When dew still sleeps upon the grain 
 
 That mantles o'er the fertile plain : 
 
 And birds, in ever varying strain. 
 
 Pipe forth their lays ; 
 
 Till hills re-echo back again 
 
 Their Maker's praise. 
 
 Thy nights, how sweet, beneath whose wing 
 Lurk joys for peasant, peer and king; 
 Tlje flo\f ing bowl, the social ring, 
 
 The solemn gloom ; 
 
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 Soul of mj muse ! my fancy's Spring, 
 
 Aiid hibour's tomb. 
 
 How sweet in vernal eve serene, 
 
 When stars display tlieir sparkling* sheen 
 
 And beauty walks with evening's queen 
 
 Across the sky ; 
 To wander forth, alone, unseen 
 
 By mortal eye. 
 
 To stray beside some shaded burn. 
 And trace its ilka crook and turn ; 
 'lo list the midnight zephyr's mourn 
 
 Among the trees ; 
 Or hear the owlets notes forlorn 
 
 Borne on the breeze. 
 
 Sweet meditations then arise, 
 That lift our souls above the skies ; 
 Earth's pleasures, and earth's vanities, 
 
 All fly the mind, 
 While fancy ever onward flies, 
 
 Rapt, unconfined. 
 
 On phoenix wing the ravished soul 
 Seeks nature's bounds beyond the pole, 
 Sees endless suns and systems roll. 
 
 Through space's sea ; 
 Obedient to the wise control 
 
 Of Heaven's decree. 
 
 From these our thoughts instinctive run 
 To Him, the dread Almighty One, 
 
A SCOTTISH SPRING 
 
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 Who planned and reared, ere time begun, 
 
 Creation's frame ; 
 Great Author of the glorious sun ! 
 
 Wo praise Thy name. 
 
 Great Source of Life I whose Self art love, 
 
 Who traced the path of Noah's dove, 
 
 By whom we live, and breathe, and move, 
 
 Or cease to be ; 
 Teach us the way which leads above. 
 
 To bliss and Thee. 
 
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 THE I.AND WHP:RE T WAS BORN. 
 
 There is a land, a lovely land. 
 
 Encompassed by the sea, 
 Whose every mountain, ulen and strand, 
 
 Thrice hallf)W('d is to nie : 
 It is the land "whose heathery hills 
 
 No foe e'er trode with scorn ; 
 The land of rocks and dancing rills, 
 
 The land Avhere I was born. 
 
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 Hail. Scotia, hail I with love for thee 
 
 My raptured bosom swells ; 
 Land of the brave, the good, the free. 
 
 Of woods and flowery dells. 
 Land, where the thistle ])roudly blooms, 
 
 Fresh as the rising morn, — 
 I '11 love, till time this heart consumes, 
 
 The land where 1 was born. 
 
 Land, where proud Home in days of yore 
 
 Forth led her countless hordes. 
 Till Scotia gleamed from shore to shore, 
 
 With empire-winning swords. 
 But, glory to our sires of old, — 
 
 All stainless and untorn 
 Still bloom the laurels which enfold. 
 
 The land where T was born. 
 
THE LAND WHERE I VVA8 BORN. 
 
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 In thee, ^vhon Soiitlicni foes assailed 
 
 To load thy lUM'k witli chains ; 
 And Edward's wlu^tted ven<;ean('c pealed 
 
 In thunder o'er thy plains ; 
 A AVallace. niatehless, dauntless, good, 
 
 His threats defied with s(.'orn, 
 And nobly saved, in fields of blood, 
 
 The land where; 1 was born. 
 
 Hail Bruce I dread essence of the brave I 
 
 Hail, monarch of my soul I 
 Thy deeds, where thraldom found a grave, 
 
 To endless fann; shall roll. 
 Thy deeds on JJannock's bloody tield 
 
 Thy name shall aye adorn ; 
 Bright glory crowns, and vulor shields 
 
 The land where 1 was born. 
 
 Land of the mist, where dauntless Knox 
 
 First rent the Papal veil ; 
 Where covenant hyuins, from glens and rocks, 
 
 Came floatinii; on the <iale. 
 Where martyr'd hosts, to piles of tire. 
 
 Hy Papal vengeance, torn. 
 Upon thy breast for truth (iX])ired — • 
 
 Great land wht-re 1 was l>nrn. 
 
 Hail land of sonii I where countless bards 
 Have tuned the heavenly lyre; 
 
 Where Tannahill's soft strains were heard 
 To blend with Burns's fire ; 
 
M POEMS \SD SUNOS, 
 
 WluTc Scott ill }u;ork'ss (^plciKlor reigned, 
 
 And lldii'ir iiwokc his liorn, 
 Till echo swelled tliroiiLi'h wood and glen. 
 
 IJright l;iiid where i Wiis born. 
 
 Land of my love. l;ind of my joy, 
 
 Land when^ my lii'o began ; 
 Jjaud where 1 rambled when a hoy, 
 
 And sojourn when a man ; 
 Land when; the eau'les cleave the sky, 
 
 And vi(!W the world with scorn. 
 I '11 breatlu^ yimr name in life's last sigh, 
 
 Pear land where I was born. 
 
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TIIK HAGIMPKS. 
 
 Let ither pucts rav(> and rant. 
 How fiddles can the saiil tMicliant. 
 How harps and orf>ans lift the sanct 
 
 To hoaven aboon J 
 For mo, my lugs I wiima jj,iant 
 
 To vsic like din. 
 
 The swelling horn, and sounding drum. 
 Yield pleasing notes nac doubt to some ; 
 And chiels wha at pianos thrum, 
 
 Think nought 's sae braW ; 
 J^ut Scotland's skirling bagpipe's bum 
 
 Is worth them a'. 
 
 Oh, weel I lo'e the martial strains, 
 
 That swelled our forbear's hearts and veins, 
 
 And led them on through reeking plains, 
 
 0' death and gore, 
 To drive oppression and its chains, 
 
 Frae Scotia's shore 
 
 Foul fa' the Scot o' modern days, 
 Wha kens o' Scotland's former waes. 
 Can tamely sit while Donald plays 
 
 A pibroch peal. 
 Nor feel his bosom in a blaze 
 
 0' patriot zeal. 
 
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 I'OKMS AN I) so\a«», 
 
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 fn yore, wlicii Uoiii.in l.ids wfic Ixmim' 
 To ri(!V(! lis <)' niir r<»y;il croim. 
 Frac lli;:,hliin(l hills mir sires vMn d 
 
 To (loadiy <i;rip... , 
 Fired by the bauld insj»irin;j: soun 
 
 ( )' Scotland's j)ipes. 
 
 And wccl the J)anc and llonian chiols, 
 Ken'd wlien they heard the bagpipe's peals, 
 That Donald was upon their lieels 
 
 'n martial raw j 
 Sao faith they took to southern fiels. 
 
 And were na slaw. 
 
 The Saxon thocht ho niicht all'ord. 
 To reign supreme, as Scotland's lord ; 
 Sae poured his troops, horde after horde, 
 
 On Scottish plains ; 
 And claimed dominion by the sword, 
 
 O'er our domains^ 
 
 His flags were waving on ilk height. 
 When stern, undaunted, Wallace wight, 
 His claymore waved for freedom's right. 
 
 And Scotland's weal; 
 And dared proud Edward's vaunted might, 
 
 In mony a fiel. 
 
 He led his men to battle's brunt, 
 The Pipers marching at tho front, 
 Wi' stirring poal, and solemn grunt, 
 
 They cheered the way, 
 
1HE BACfPIPlOS. 
 
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 Nor tnrricd. ho 't tur hro.so or strniit. 
 
 Till l.;.n.iv(l tli.> tar. 
 
 And i^ywv. wlicii IJruce (lisplayt'il his ranks 
 For battle on red IJannock's ))anks. 
 IIo placet! the I'ipers at the flanks. 
 
 A\'ha blew sae woel, 
 That trembling' seized the sonthrons shank.s, 
 
 And played the deil. 
 
 They conld'na bide the clours and paix, 
 That showenid frae our lochaber aix; 
 They shook, as coward only -hakes 
 
 When touched by steel ; 
 Then cursed the land o' hills and cakes, 
 
 And fled the fiel. 
 
 And when that shout of victory rose, 
 Which rent the veil of Scottish woes ; 
 The swellinu' })ibrocli spurred our foes 
 
 To quicker bound ; 
 And stamped the land where Bannock flows 
 
 As sacred ground. 
 
 Thy bagpipes. Scotland, lang hae been, 
 Thy very best and truest I'rieu', 
 On bluidy tield or dewy green, 
 
 At gloamings grey ; 
 When lads and lasses wad convene 
 
 To dance and play. 
 
 When charmed by our dear bagpipe's din 
 What ither race beneath the sin, 
 
 
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 ^ POEMS AND SONUS, 
 
 Can match our hardy lli^lilaiid kiii 
 
 At rt'ol or jig ? 
 
 They loup, and fling, and jink, and rin. 
 
 Nor ever lig. 
 
 But change the tune to martial air, 
 Their shouts will niak' the mountains rair ; 
 Their courage danger ne'er could scare, 
 
 Wiien Scotland's guid 
 Ilequired their hel],). or ai])lins mair. 
 
 Their very hluid. 
 
 Just sound one swelling pibroch peal, 
 And say Victoria needs their steel. 
 Nae twa ways then ; ilk hardy chiel 
 
 His kilt puts on. 
 And bids his native hills j'areweel 
 
 Without a gnnm. 
 
 And when they meet their country's faes. 
 Their couraire kindles to a bla/e ; 
 See^Scotland's gallant, daring '• (rreys," 
 
 And " Forty-twa," 
 Lead on the charge, that winged the days* 
 
 O' Bonna's fa'. 
 
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 ■' These kilted savages," he swore, 
 That came from Scotland's rocky shore, 
 Stern — as their fathers were in yore — 
 
 Wi' dirk and plaid ; 
 Have grieved my gallant heroes more 
 
 Than aught beside 
 
THE BAOPIPES 
 
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 And sec tht'iii nil tln' ( ■riiiicaii [dains. 
 AVherc >l;iv('ry sfill (!toni;il rciu'iis ; 
 Xac odds cMuld (-((ol (licir boilint^ veins. 
 
 .\(ir (jut'iich tluMV zeal ; 
 The nist I if cowardice iic'cr stains 
 
 'J'lic Scottish stccJ. 
 
 My country s l*i)MS I while life is niine 
 I 'II lovt- thy strains, as ;iir di\ine; 
 Jjiiiked as ye are wi' aidd lanu-syne. 
 
 .^Iy Scottisli lieart. 
 Though fVae ye sun(h'ro<i ])\ tlie ])rine, 
 
 Will ni'ver ])art. 
 
 And when (tn (h-ath's cold ])ier I 'in laid, 
 iict IMpers round nio soren.ido ; 
 And wrap uiv in a Scottisli ])laid 
 
 For sluM't and shroud; 
 And o'er my i:rave he trihnte paid. 
 
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 ADDRESS TO MY AULD P.IJ K BOXXET, 
 
 Jjot fools wV inncklc purses hnvrr 
 'l^out liats o' silk, or cnstlv bciivcr 
 
 And flirt.- 
 
 s o hcniix and inciisk'ss cliaps. 
 ]5rag o'er tlicir !iii('-|i;)Uii(l-lnur liuht naps 
 
 But 
 
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 K'MI (U'S('l'Vl'S a so 
 
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 Sao luuL'li as vou. luv auld Itluf ])i>iuu't. 
 
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 oi' uiony ycai's. noo ytast and uano 
 
 (' v(* napiH'd mv now n-ac wnn 
 
 1 and 
 
 rani 
 
 The ('(juinoctial ualcs inirlit l)la\\". 
 
 The lannna.s tide in torrents t'a' ; 
 
 Auld Winter too mielit sli(»w his form. 
 
 Deep \vi'ap])ed in clouds, ami (dothed in storm, 
 
 Wi' frost, hail. snaw. and l»la>hv sleet. 
 
 Si 
 
 irou( 
 
 1 nati 
 
 ure. like a windiuLi' sheet. 
 
 But capped li_v thee, my honnet hhu\ 
 
 His storms as yet I 've wuddled throuirh. 
 
 Nor cared I for his wrath a hodle. 
 
 Yc lent sie comfurt to my noddle. 
 
 Since first \o hd't thy native loun. 
 
 Sao famed for ni(dit-eaps and for shoon. 
 
 Kieht mony ujis ami downs I 've ficon. 
 
 Wi' pleasant blinks at times between ; 
 
 1 've tasted bliss. I "ve sIumI saut tears, 
 
 I 've sinuniii frae youth to manhood's years, 
 
 I 've wandered f ii'. 1 'y(> wandered wide, 
 
 Frac hamc. and a' 1 loyed beside; 
 
 But thanks to fj-od. T 'm hero nixain. 
 
TO MV AULl) IJLL'E BONNET. 
 
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 '4 so;it('(l l)v my nlii liearth-stniie. 
 
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 ear coiurac 
 
 lo ..f 
 
 i»y y 
 
 )iithfnl aid 
 
 What iiicniorios fond arc liiiko<l wi' thee 
 What joyiHis transports have T felt. 
 Wlu'n at the shrine of love I knelt. 
 
 And 
 
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 -nor ( 
 
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 snc m vam- 
 
 For M(\u's lovr in rrtnrn auain. 
 O liaDiiv. niair than hani-v d 
 
 Wl 
 
 'PI 
 icn 'man 
 
 PI- 
 
 avs. 
 
 o- fair Cart's jxreen banks and braes. 
 
 On liloamintis liih'V 1 \vont» to stroll, 
 Wi' her whose love cnwrapt my sonl. 
 
 r sijihed a' dav. and dreamed 
 
 a ni 
 
 cht, 
 
 And she. ]>nir thini:-. was never ri(dit. 
 Till haith urew tired o' livinir sinixle. 
 And bairns mi!> ramp anmn' imr inule 
 Ami still I Idess the paue o' life 
 That u'i'eil me Peu'ii'V fer ;i wife. 
 My iiiiid auld frien'. it maks me wae. 
 That fashions shonld bo ehanuimr sae, 
 
 ith 
 
 n voiitli ye was mv very iiriac 
 
 idc 
 
 e was sae 
 
 braw. 
 
 sae 
 
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 ue. and wiue 
 
 Ganu' whar I miclit. be 't up. be 't down. 
 Ye was mv eoniforter an' eniwn. 
 [Ik heiuht and howe. ilk moss and moor. 
 'Tween this and Seotland's southern shore. 
 Ami far awa' 'mamr Highland shoils, 
 r 've trode wi' thee and blistered heels. 
 But ni»o. alake ! mv uuiil auld frien'. 
 
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 U' uaet Wl 
 
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 )e seen. 
 
 Or modern folks will jibe and joke 
 And i-a' thee bi\ujiar's anmos poke. 
 
HIT mH'i 
 i villi' '^'' 
 
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 POEMS AND SONGS. 
 
 Ochon-a-noo I and hu'k-a-day I 
 
 That e'er we should fj^row auld or grey ; 
 
 l^iir worii-oiit iiuMi and throad-barc claes, 
 
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 Wh 
 
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 tho til 
 
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 iiiifTS tor iio'i-a-days 
 
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 en youni:, and stronir, an( 
 
 Isti 
 
 d fit i 
 
 or use. 
 
 They're aye made welcome in tho house; 
 But ance turn auld, bo 't man or bonnet, 
 Tho lire or hook, thoy 'ro tauirht to shun it. 
 By youthful pomp, and youthful pride, 
 Like auld M'orn boots, thoy 're east aside^ 
 Or aiblins sent, for guid or ill. 
 To alms-house (^r the carding mill, 
 Sae gae your wa's, ye 'r out o' date. 
 And e'en maun just submit to fate; 
 My conscience winna let me steer ye. 
 And lashion says I maunna wear ye; 
 Sae wo maun parti and nae romoid. 
 But buy a 1)oaver in your stead, 
 
 And 
 
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 py 
 
 wi some uanurre 
 
 1 body. 
 
 ''or toa-cun or a ( 
 
 lish f 
 
 or crowd y 
 
 But aye. whono'cr 1 ulanco unon it, 
 
 I '11 mind o' you — My Auld Blue Bonnet, 
 
 ^.,gx^^3^C^^^^>c^_5) 
 
THE IITCTTLAXDKirS WIFE. 
 
 Steck the door like uu"hI l);iiriis. an' creep close to the 
 fire. 
 
 This nicht fills my hnsoni \\V dread ; 
 The snaw's driftin' sair o'er the hill, an' the win, 
 
 Like a demon rairs at the lum head. 
 The puir weary traveller, whae'er he may bo, 
 
 God sen' him a beild dry an' warm ; 
 And the mariner tossinir afar o'er the sea — 
 
 Oh I shield him frae shipwreck or harm. 
 
 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 hlytlie hinney days, 
 
 When wi' Donald T strayed 'neath their sheen. 
 But he's noo far awa' amidst danii'er an' strife. 
 
 Whar bluid flows in torrents like rain. 
 I ken that his lieart's wi' his bairns and his wife ; 
 
 But I fear he'll ne'iu* see tliem a^ain. 
 
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 I 111 the dreams o' last nicht my dear ])oiiald I saw, 
 [| Love's tears sparkled bright in his e'en ; 
 
 Vet I felt as if death held him back frae my arms, 
 
 An' a bluidy shroud hanii' us betw«H'n. 
 He spak na' a Avord ; but Oh I sairly T fear 
 
 His heart-strings are cut by the glaive ; 
 Wer't no' for my bairns T could rush to my dear 
 Through tlie ])ftrtals o' death and the grave. 
 
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 POK.MS AND S()\(!S 
 
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 Dinii.i urt'cf. my swocf ));iinis. I '11 l)t' clicovfir tlio morn; 
 
 'Tis the sougli <»' tlic wind niak's iiic \v;i(\ 
 All' the thoelit tliiit yonv initlicr may never return 
 
 J*'rae tlie ]»lui(l-tliirsty Muscuvite lac ; 
 T^ut aibliiis I 'm wraiiii'. i'nr tlie (ind wlia can liaiid 
 
 Tlie vast sea in tlie liowe n' !lis lian'. 
 (jaii sliield him IVac scaitli. an' may yrt sen' liim hnek. 
 
 Tf» his wife. l)ainis. an' dear native Ian . 
 
 God I wlnit did I liear y 't was my Donald's ain voice. 
 
 Borne nlanir on the winLis o' the Iilasf ; 
 Ho, said — •• Flora. I 've come noo to join you lor aye. 
 
 Haste, dearest. an<l J'ollow me last." 
 Oh heavens I ! see liim. mail- ]>ale than tlu^ snaw. 
 
 The hlnid 's uiishinu' mit fVac his In-oo ; 
 1 'm eomiiiLi". <lear I)onald — I'arewccl. my loxcd ])airiis I 
 
 I 'ni eominu' to heaven an" yon. 
 
 Thus Availed tlie hrave II iuhlander's In-art-stricken wife. 
 
 In her cot 'moni:' the lu-ather-clad cairns. 
 TIkui frantic arose. elas))e(l her hands o'er Ium- heart. 
 
 Swooned and di(^<l in the arms <i' her ]>airns. 
 Next dav brontilit the tidini^s of soiro\\ and wot;. 
 
 That l)onal(h tlie llower of his elan. 
 Afar 'midst the Crimean deserts of snow. 
 
 Fell, fitrhtint)' i'or frei'doni and man. 
 
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tlio morn : 
 
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 SU(i(iKSTEl) IIV rilK FALL (»r DKr.iir. 
 
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 ()f Sepoy d.iniiHis. ri-inisuned witli the u'ore 
 
 Of ravished innocence mi India's sliore ; 
 
 Fiends, dead alike to syinp:itliies and i'ears. 
 
 Nor moved bv l>e;intv. even when elothefl in tears. 
 
 Sini;' ( )h mv Mns;'I nf lnvinu' father l)nund 
 
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 (I snacRivs. ro nie iiaKed u'rouiia 
 Then doomed per furee ti> see his ravished wife, 
 ]*our forth her lH'c's-hlond ncath the assassin's knife; 
 J'lie nnhnrn infant frmn her howcls torn. 
 And round his nc(d< huiiu- with derisive scorn; 
 Next, one l)y one l»e! ■' his l)urnin<j.' eye, 
 His prattlinu" children neath their hut(diers die; 
 Their finnl act — 'twas ciiarity — t(t dart. 
 The friendly dauu'c'i" 'i' his hrnken heart. 
 Oh (rod (,t' vcnucance I stretch thy withering hand 
 .\nd smite I'mm earth this demon-hearted band; 
 Loud be thy thunders round that charnel well, 
 Whosi' hoiMMrs dim the deep '>t shades of h(dl. 
 And give to e irth such memiu'ies. and su(,*h tears 
 As shade the ainials of six thoiis-ind years. 
 Ye British heroes, who have erst withstood. 
 .V W(U'l(rs valour both on li 'Id ;ind flood. 
 Behold now scatter'd o'er tlu' Indian plains. 
 The blood that cirtded in vour sisters' veinrt. 
 
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 Wliosc spirits, weeping ,,',.)• fhrir r;i\ islird chjiniis. 
 Now ('.-ill \'nr vcimciiifc iVdiii vniir coiKjcrijiu" ;iriiis. 
 Strike witli ])uiss:iiic('. (ill tlmx' devils reel 
 And sin' i'or inerev "•'cr the ui;ive oY Xkiij:. 
 'Tis eliarity to sti-ike tlieir I'lmeinl knell. 
 And sweep sneli deindns tu tlieii' n.itive hell. 
 \'e Li';di;Ult few. whese i)'n)i lieiil'ts witlistood. 
 AV'liile ;iid yet lingered un tin' Id'iny Hood. 
 And (hired the minht ;i niillinn swnr<ls dis))l;iyed. 
 llnslieatlied iWr murder. :iinl hv Inries swayed — 
 Lon^' may your memories linht the path nj' faiiu'. 
 liinked with a 1 Fan I'.i.dCK's m- Oi ik.vm's name ; 
 jiriii'ht he the sunsliine (d'yonr I'uture power, 
 As that wliieh (d)eerM In'ave \Vi lso.n's dyin_i>' hour 
 And prond your laurels, as the tales whieli toll 
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 Oh I It'csc iiic (lu iiiv ;iin dv.w land, 
 
 'IMioiiLili i\\v ajiart \V(; bo. 
 And lecsci iiic (Hi you Liallant l»aii(l, 
 
 Till! lads Ix'yoiid tlic M'a. 
 Sti'i'ii sons «)!' sires wiia Itauldly stravi». 
 
 With clayniurc and with dirk, 
 Frue foeuien luons. to shield true seaith 
 
 Auld Scotland and her Kirk. 
 
 Tlioii^h I'rac thy shores, auld Seutia dear! 
 
 -My wandering i'cvt have strayed, 
 And elian<iini2,' scenes and cdianuinij: years 
 
 My yonth-tinie wrap in shade, 
 Htill nieni'ry, i'aithful to her trnst. 
 
 In sunshine and in mirk. 
 Aye saered keeps within her halls 
 
 Aidd Scotland and her Kirk. 
 
 With liniierini;' sti'p and sadd'ning heart. 
 
 1 roam this distant shore. 
 And sigh for scenes of other years. 
 
 For friends 1 '11 meet no mon; ; 
 I see the urave where sli'e])S my sire, 
 
 Beneath the spreading birk — 
 1 hear the chimes, which speak of hame, 
 
 Of Scotland and her Kirk. 
 
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 Auld inithor Scotland and her Kirk I 
 
 Wliat dciids ('iid>alin tlicir iiaiiui I 
 Tlio voicoH of'<»iir tliousaiid liills 
 
 l^car rcciird In their i'aiiic. 
 Eacli uli'u and ruck, cacii cavo and tower, 
 
 Wluire covenant niern'ries lurk. 
 Could tales «d" niartyr'd saints uni'old 
 
 Of Scotlainl and her Kirk ! 
 
 Auld niither Scotland and her Kirk, 
 
 Hae nic>ny hardships borne. 
 Since lionie's dark, superstitious veil, 
 
 By dauntless Knox was torn. 
 The persecutors hluidy hand 
 
 Ower aft has ].)een at work. 
 But fire or swf)rd could never bend 
 
 Auld Scotland and hor Kirk. 
 
 My guid auld heatlier-coated land, 
 
 Ye 've still uot kindly bairns 
 To twine new laurels round thy brow, 
 
 And raise memorial cairns. 
 The cov'nant hymns that swelled king syuo 
 
 Through caverns drear and mirk, 
 Still find an echo in our hearts, 
 
 For Scotland and her Kirk ! 
 
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 What Scot can hear thy name, 
 
 Nor feel his bosom swell with pride, 
 As guardian of thy fame. 
 
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 Tlu' Wiitclit'iil spirits ut'oiir siics 
 Our licarts and cDuraLjt' ji'i'k, 
 
 To fail a lowe of endless love 
 For Scotland and her Kirk, 
 
 Oh I eouid I rise on phaMiix winu', 
 
 I 'd soaring seek the sky. 
 And thronii'h tl\e ether fields of (hiy 
 
 With whirlwind might I M fiy ; 
 And, ere the sun's exhausted rays 
 
 Turned noontide's blaze to mirk, 
 T 'd bless, among my native braos, 
 
 Auld Scotland and her Kirk. 
 
 
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 Aldiu'. ;il>S()rl)('(l ill iiit'iit;il mist. 
 
 I trace this solciiiii round ; 
 And (Ircum oi' years tliat ioni;' have flown 
 
 kSiuee lirst these reahns were toiiiid : 
 When nought was heard within their spheres, 
 
 But savage warfare's sound ; 
 Nor seen but glittering liostile spearf* 
 
 Around tliis liurial (1 round. 
 
 My dear, my now adopted land. 
 
 Thou<2;h born not on thy breast. 
 I 've sojourned long upon thy strand. 
 
 And love thee as the best ; 
 My children claim thee as their own. 
 
 And thouiih thev roam around, 
 Their hearts recall them to this spot — 
 
 Acadia's Burial Ground. 
 
 1 stroll within its sacred shades. 
 
 And pace each lonely waH 
 While visions of departed da\ 
 
 Before my fancy stalk ; 
 I sec the ghosts of loyal throuss 
 
 On every hand surround, 
 Whose dust now sleeps within the walls 
 
 Of this old Burial Ground. 
 
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 Tile \(ti('.''> nl'tllf )i;i>l .il'i' ll(';il"(l 
 
 III cvrrv Iticitliinu ;j;ilf ; 
 And wlicM till' siii.w t;ills soft :iih1 wliitc. 
 
 \\'ifli(»iif ,-1 liiss (ir xiiiiid. 
 Arc seen tlicir wiiidiiii;- slu'cts. who slct'p 
 
 U'itliii) this l)iiri;d <Irniiiid 
 
 ^ t' spirits nf tlii< u.-tllinrs sifcs, 
 
 ( )ll. fuilld vc ciiiiic nlicc Iliurc, 
 
 And ill tilt' llcsl) siirvrv tlic w.-istc 
 
 \ I' t rnd ill d.ivs III' vii"c. 
 ^\ hilt WKiidcrs wiMild niTi'st V'>ur "■;izi', 
 
 W liilc trc;idiiiL;' nCr cudi mound. 
 'J'liMt iii;ii'ks wlicn' imw so loiiu vi' 'v«' lain 
 
 I II tlii.» old l*ni-i;il ( Ii'oiind. 
 
 All I here tlicv cottu'. like slijidows t'ol-th 
 
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 lose vi'ti'i-aiis (d' \]\o past. 
 
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 lose /cal Irrt luxiifv In 
 
 And here tbcir .niciior cast. 
 Tlic t ranst'oniiatioii 'rrsts tlicii" inarcdi 
 
 A-< ir h_v niai:i(' liniiiid. 
 '• Is tliis." tlicv ask. ■• Acadia's shore, 
 
 .And this the Hiirial < Ironiid 'f 
 
 " What (dianm'I" 't was hut a dc-scrt tht'u. 
 
 Of rocky. ])an-('n lands, 
 \\'hL'r(» now those lofty mansions I'Lse. 
 
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 Tliu liarbur. with its crowded wharves, 
 
 Tlio factoriciS all around. 
 TJosp^'ak a clime to us unknown. 
 
 Save i'nv this Burial (1 round. 
 
 The iirey cathedral's sacred pile. 
 
 Its golden cross on hiiih. 
 Its palaces and garden bowers, 
 
 Arrest their wondering eye ; 
 Its jiealing organ's swelling voice, 
 
 Like angel music's sound. 
 Kntrance their souls, while mute they list, 
 
 In this old Burial (rround. 
 
 Their gaze now slowly seeks the south ; 
 
 Mark how these eyebrows lower; 
 Thev see t)u> ))anners wavinu' o'er 
 
 Victoria's festive tower. 
 " Our fbeman's ilag." they fiercely cry, 
 
 "And th:it to which we're bouiul I 
 Changed, changtvl indeed, yes all has (dianged, 
 
 Aboui this Murial (iround. " 
 
 The juighty fleets that sweep the Bay, 
 
 Ntxt drew their wond'ring gaze. 
 And filed their spectral visions with 
 
 The essence of amaze. 
 The locomotive shriek'd. — one start 
 
 And one unearthly bound. 
 "A ticnd." they cried, and disappeared 
 
 Beneath the Burial Ground. 
 
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 A bat came fluttering: 'cross my view, 
 
 A cloud eclipsed the moon. 
 An owl sent fortli its midniglit •'• whoo.'* 
 
 I started from my swoon. 
 Ye stars wlio record all below. 
 
 8ince nature flrst w\'is crowned. 
 Blot out the nuniory of that niij;ht. 
 
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 I 'vo boon hero and tliM-c. I "vc jx'on up and been doon, 
 Baith this gact. and that uact. and a' roun' and roun'; 
 ]5ut ne'er met the uiari'(>',v. in kintra or toi^n, 
 0' the gash honest wife o' Groenhead. 
 
 I 've broken her ])aunoek, and drneken her beer. 
 And I've smaekct my lips at lier gustier gear, 
 But a' put thegither maks nae sicean cheer, 
 
 As the smile o' the Avif*^ o' Greenhead. 
 
 Her cozy cot stan's by the side o' a rill, 
 The front o't looks south, and it's back's to a hill. 
 And ayont a wee bittock ye see the limekiln 
 ()' the honest guidman o' Greenhead. 
 
 The gable-en' window looks out to a yaird. 
 Weel stoeket wi' pit-stuff mieht please ony laird, 
 A' carefully tended, and lib'rally shared. 
 
 By the kindly guidwife o' Greenhead, 
 
 Elysium-like is her garden o' flowers. 
 
 Where humming birds flutter thro' simmer's brief hours, 
 
 And roseate odours surround us in showers. 
 
 At the hame o' the wifV' o' Greenhead. 
 
 A gunshot in front stan's the hill o' •■ Tornroeks," 
 Upheav'd and laid sideways by earthquaking shocks. 
 Where the everfrreen cedar, the scanty soil mocks. 
 As it waves o'er the wife o' Greenhead. 
 
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 Awa to the left like u siller sea jLilowiinr. 
 The floods o' the miirhty "'Saint John" are seen flowing; 
 Ayont it. tlie '• Konnebecasis" cDnics rowinir. 
 To uladden tlio sielit fi-nc ( Ireenliead. 
 
 Frae a case fiU'd ^vi' lnuik:^. even duui to a mouse-fa, 
 The cottage is plciiihlied wi" ilk things that's usefii' 
 And rosy clicek'd bairnies there's <|uiti' a hale house-fu'. 
 Aroiin' tlie guidwile o" (irccnhciid. 
 
 At hame wi' her family, it 's pleasing 1 tr()\v man. 
 To get sic a sicht <>' wife, motlu'r and woman ; 
 I've often been ther(\ and \ honestly vow man, 
 She charms me. the wi('(> m" < n-ceidiead. 
 
 Her honest gaidman — <Jui<Iness keep him in order-^ 
 Was bred far awa on the fnn'd Scottish border. 
 The type o' industry, but iiae heartless hoarder 
 Is the husband o' hci* at (JrecMihead. 
 
 I hac kenn'd him for years, and I candidlv sav man. 
 T evcrly fand him the n-y same way m;m. 
 -Aye friendly and frank, baith liy nicht ;ind by day man, 
 TJe't here, or at haim' ,it ( irccidic'id. 
 
 And kindly auld grannie, may Heaven ling spare In^r 
 To be o' their iovs and their sorrows a sharer ; 
 And still may the bairnies grow falter and fairer. 
 That bless the guidwife o' (Ireenliead. 
 
 Farewccl for a while noo, baith man. wife and grannie ; 
 And fareweel ilk lassie, and toddlin we(> mannie ; 
 Ere long ye may see mo yet seated fu' cannie. 
 To tout att" m\ horn at rrre«uihead. 
 
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 Yo'ro wok'oiiic liero, my blythc woo frien'. 
 Aclorn'd wi' lirclst o' criiiisoii slioeii. 
 To fliocr tlio (]is]ii;il (loAvio scene 
 
 Wi' thy sweot mirth. 
 While winter. .-irinM wi' malice keen. 
 
 l*resi(]es o'er e.'uth. 
 
 But winter's malice. ]inwer. or sting, 
 To thee distjiiiet iie'iM- can bring'. 
 For blytlie on ta])most twig y(( sing 
 
 l^'rae day to day ; 
 F[is laws ye banldly gie the fling. 
 
 And scoi'ii his sway. 
 
 O how this heart wi' rapture thuds. 
 To hear thy voice ring thro' the wuds 
 When simmer reigns, and flowers and buds 
 
 Are fresh and green ; 
 Thou pour'st thy music forth in floods. 
 
 Tlivsel' unstMMi. 
 
 And noo wlu'U winter rusts the gristle 
 
 (V ilka bird that used to whistle. 
 
 Ami gars them 'mang the stackyairds hustle 
 
 I'or picks o' grain. 
 Thou seek'st the city's noise .iml bustle 
 
 'J'o sttolhc our pain. 
 
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 Then. Rohiii. tlicn thy jetty e\'. 
 15i'iu'ht s])-:ivkles on our nulil thorn tvcc 
 And tliiMi tliy peerless melody 
 
 Sweet cchoi's wake 
 
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 Wee eriindis o' eak( 
 
 And when heneirh oui- window pine 
 Thou shield'st thyx-l' i'rae drookin' rain. 
 What Frenehman that e'ei' ei'oss'd the niaiu 
 
 ( 'an lu'ck and how ; 
 Their airs and ('ti(|uette are vain 
 
 When niat(drd wi' yoii. 
 
 And while aronn' the ini^le's Ma/e. 
 
 On eaidd. hlae. hitter. t'ro>ty days. 
 
 AVe (M'aek our joke. laUL:h. warm our ta«!S 
 
 And tak a |)re(!. 
 Wee Kohin's sani:' rinti-s thnumh the hazt 
 
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 (J I?o)>in. wha eoidd view tliv meiit. 
 
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 The dauntless diriiii:-. iiolijc >jiirit. 
 
 \'e aye <lis))l;.iy. 
 ,\nd dare thy tender I'orni ( ) slei-r it 
 
 \\\ nielit or day. 
 
 .Vwa". ye wanton, sauljess erew. 
 
 Wha raime our m lor- and woodl.inils ihrouiih 
 
 Wi' murd'riiii:' unn. ami wallets t'u" 
 
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 Tn (iriMM'h \vi' lidi-c tlic WMildcrs brow 
 
 Vdv Liiiiii (tv sport. 
 
 Noo. l:iri'\vcll liol) I ;i wliilc yt' 'li cliiiuc 
 ^ (lur notes 'midst winter's storms sublime. 
 'JMieii. bke some btii'dies :iiii| tbeir I'hyme. 
 
 l''roiii |)rosj)ects bright. 
 Sink 'ne:ith tlie with'i'inu IVosts o" time 
 
 1)1 (lentil .•iikI iiit:ht. 
 
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 The subject of tlic I'oUowinjf Vmva, lest any one sLunild mistake 
 his identitv, is ii iiuturjil son of " Ohl John Barlevcorn." about 
 wliom Kobbie Hums s;ini; niiuiy years ago, tliat : 
 
 '•John Jkvi'U'yeofii was a hero bold. 
 Of no))le euter])rise, 
 For if you do but taste his Wood, 
 'Twill maki> your courage rise," &m. 
 
 He is also lather of one of the niunerous branches of the "Alco- 
 hol family," celebrated in song as "Ferintosh," "Usquba," "Aqua- 
 vita;," " Mountain Dew," &c. etc. Of his character and course of 
 life in modern times, Mr. M. seems to draw a very faithful picture. 
 — Ed. St. Joii\ Col'kier. 
 
 Hech Sirs', ye 'ru a wearii'ii' eliicl, Jolm Maut. 
 A' my senses ye 've dung in a creel. .John Maiit. 
 
 And the grid's truth I speak, 
 
 Wiien I say to thy elu^ek. 
 That ye 're no what ye shoukl be atweel, John Maut. 
 
 I ferlie that men are sic fools, John Maut, 
 Whii 've been rear'd among churches and schools. John 
 31aut. 
 
 As to swill aff the licker 
 
 That flows in tliy ])icker. 
 i^ac fraught wi' mishanter and dools, John Maut. 
 
 Nae doubt, when once I'airly begun, John Maut, 
 Ve 're the Deevil's ain buckie for fun. Jolin Maut, 
 
 And ye like noui>]it sae weel, 
 
 As to trip up a ohiel. 
 Till his nose serves to dibble the grun. John Maut. 
 
 
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 Its waotir tile wark ye liac diiiu'. .Joliii Maut ; 
 Y(; hac covcrM tlic world wi' sin. -John Maut. 
 
 And 1 'ni liall'lrd to tliink 
 
 Mitlicr l']vt' has liad drink. 
 When she tint a' licr prudence sac sune. Joliii 3Iaut. 
 
 Shame fa' nie I hut whiles 1 could greet, .](»hn 3Iaut. 
 To sec nu'u reel druidc on tlie street, John 3Iaut, 
 
 AVliik^ their Avee bairnies dree, 
 
 Wi' a tear in ilk e'e, 
 Winter's eauld, and nai' shoon on their feet, John Maut. 
 
 Ye 're a heart breaking, ne'cr-do-wcel h)on, John 3Iaut, 
 Working mischief morn, e'enin' and noon, John Maut, 
 
 AVi' thy big plouky beak, 
 
 Bluidv e'e. and white cheek, 
 Ye 've disgraced ere noo pul])it and gown, John Maut. 
 
 Your heart's eauld, and Jiard as a stane, John Maut, 
 As for conscience or saul. ye hae nane. John Maut, 
 
 Ye 've a palsilied frame, 
 
 And Ji worm-eaten wamc. 
 And your flesh is corrupt to the bane, John Maut. 
 
 0' a' sorts o' crime ye 're tlie root, John Maut, 
 Ye level mankind wi' the brute, John Maut, 
 
 And between man and wife 
 
 Ye aft raise siccan strife 
 That the tangs have to end the dispute, John 3Iaut. 
 
 Your smiles are but snares o' deceit, John Maut, 
 To wile honest men aff their feet. John Maut, 
 
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 Sync |)()int out like ii spell 
 A' the near cuts to hell 
 As thy v(>taries future retreat, John >Iaut. 
 
 Sae be aff wi' your cantrips and glee. John Maut, 
 Nor weave your eurs'd meshes roun' me, John Maut, 
 
 If advis'd for my guid 
 
 I may yet taste thy bluid. 
 But mair troke, haith ! 1 want ua wi' thee, John Maut. 
 
 Noo fareweel, and ne'er show mc thy face, John Maut, 
 In this, that, or any sic place, John Maut, 
 
 For by a' that 's serene, 
 
 I wad rather be seen 
 Wi' the deevil, ye 're sic a disgrace, John 3Iaut. 
 
 
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 riiii^ world is fair, and our liic's but a s]>aii. 
 
 Tlu'U wiiy should we e'er disaii'ri'c. man. 
 Uut live still in lovo with each brother, caoh man. 
 
 l''(»r sic was wise hoaviMrs di'crcc. iiiaii. 
 
 Let us strivt^ to live honest, thro' thick and thnt' thin ; 
 
 Ami uiind aye, humanity's law. man. 
 (xie our lejiS to the cripple, our een to the hlin'. 
 
 And our hearts to the Fatlusr o' a", man. 
 
 .\ud ne'tn- let us wantonly tread on the worm, 
 
 Nor harm (;'en the fiy on our wa'. man. 
 Jiike oursel'.s they feel pain, though but slender their form. 
 
 And there 'h rooui on tlie earth i'oi- us a', man. 
 
 If we 're strong, let our strength aye be ready in need, 
 
 To lic;hten tlio load o' the weak. man. 
 And never by word, or by thought, or by deed. 
 
 Bring the blush to fair modesty's cheek, man. 
 
 If feeble, when called on to enter the field, 
 And bear o' life's battle the brunt, man, 
 
 Be truth our good blade, and stern virtue our shield, 
 And the bauldest will quail 'neath our front, man. 
 
 Should wealth be our fa', let us liberally share. 
 And ne'er spurn a frien' tho' he 's poor, man, 
 
 But let 's fill up his kite with our daintiest fare, 
 And neither look sulky nor sour. man. 
 
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Tllb: POICTS IMl ILitSOl'H Y 
 
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 Slumltl otir ;ni:iiry lie scant, aiid nin- claitiiiiiii- thread l)aro. 
 
 And onr jnir,-" In- a' neck and nac tail. man. 
 lift IIS speak wnrds d' jnv ti» sad sniTitw and rnw). 
 
 And conilurr the anld and the IVail. man. 
 
 If auld; it't u> s^hinc;' at tlic y<\Mrs that arc j)asL 
 Krc wi' ccnsnr.' the J'oHics <>' ynntli. man. 
 
 Then innidd our ad\icc. ii' intended ti> last. 
 With expei'ieiiee. rriendship and trutli. man. 
 
 It'ynunu'; we shimld listen with reverence to eihl. 
 
 Nor scuif at the aidd-tashioiicd s(dioi>l. man. 
 Or we 'II own ei'c three-score l)your ur;iy iiairs ai'c seal'd. 
 
 Tliat experience teaches the tool. man. 
 
 'J'his world is lair, and our lii'e'.s ]>ut a spai 
 
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 ()iu'(! iiiorr (HI tliy Tiioiildcriiii:' w.-ills, old tower. 
 I "lazo while t'oiid ineinovy rccills. 
 
 Tliv V(';irs of the imst. 
 
 I'lrc tile witlu'riiiu' blast 
 (jr stem ruin laid waste tliv tii'eal halls. 
 
 But time to whom all things imist hcnd, old tower. 
 Thy }:lory hath ))i-(Mij:ht to an e)id ; 
 
 And like man, IVail and arev. 
 
 Soon thou '1( mim:le with cday. 
 And thy ur(\itiiess with iiothiiitiiiess l)lond. 
 
 Whore's ^Mary '.' Thy beauteous ([ueen, old tower, 
 Who so oil led tho danei^ on thy green, 
 
 With Daunlky her lord. 
 
 Ere the fiend oi'diseord. 
 With its eankcr-worm dar'd intervene. 
 
 She is gone I let us sigh I'or her late, old tower. 
 Born to wield tlie bright seeptre of state, 
 
 Bnt bliglitcd in bloom. 
 
 She was borne; to her tomb, 
 The victim of envy and hate. 
 
 But time laid the chief of her foes, old tower. 
 Heart broken and scoiF'd midst .their woes ; 
 
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 Wnils iicr cdM. l)l(io(ly l)i('r 
 More. ;i^ time ;ill licr virfncs disclosr. 
 
 Thy ;ii:im1 (^ uii^vinidu, tlic ytnv. old towor.* 
 
 I> tlnW |ii>-t fn tin- Inlii' ]ti llfvi 111 S vicW. 
 
 Hill piMiidly its ii.iiiic 
 Sli.ill Im- linlcM with thy t'nino. 
 Ami the <jt it )»t> ;i(l(>r'(l whcrf it L:r(>\v. 
 
 In till' chinks ofthv tnoiildcrinL' dome, nld lower. 
 The h.'it. owl ;md d;iw. liiid :i home ; 
 
 Ami when niuht s)>re;ids its irlooni. 
 
 ^\ here thy ruins cnnsunie. 
 The shiides ol'tliv lu'i-ocs ot't Voniii. 
 
 * On M Hiniiil miMint. clo-r to tlip oast tilde f>t' tlio Castle, stood a 
 st.'iti'ly yew. calli'd the " ( 'rool<stnn tree," the situation of which 
 was such that it i'or :i<;os lonned a conspicuous object for niiles 
 round. Under the ill-omened branches of this funeral tree, Mary 
 .Tud Darnley were accustomed to sir during' tbe brief period of 
 sunshine they enjoyefi. . .Tn IT-^-, the trunk, lo the h('ijj;ht of seven 
 feet from the frround, measured ten feet in circumference. . . .Tts 
 extinction was acci'lerated by relic collectors, who "'undisturbed 
 by conscientious qualms" cut down and carried iiway large portions. 
 At length the worthy ]»ro])rietor, Sir John Maxwell, in order that 
 lie might secure hi-^ ri^ht to what was left, found it neces.sary to 
 root out the stump, and lake it into his own immediate pos.session. 
 This he did in the year l."^!?. The greater part of the wood having 
 remained sound, fnigments of this celebrated tree are to be found 
 dispersed over the country : some as female ornaments and others 
 in less appi ' i*e forms, such us snuff boxes, and drinking cups. 
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 And sadly they wail o'er thy fall, old tower. 
 As they glide thro' thy dungeon and hall; 
 
 Thy deep moat now gone, 
 
 And thou standing alone, 
 With thy gateway wide open to all. 
 
 The thistle now reiirs its proud head, old tower, 
 On paths where no foeuian dared tread, 
 
 While o'er thee, grey pile ! 
 
 W^av'd the flag of our Isle, 
 In the vears that forever have fled. 
 
 When round thee in days of thy bloom, old tower. 
 Red war's dreadful thunders did boom, 
 
 T^nshaken ye stood 
 
 Midst the rapine and blood, 
 That sunk a whole; land into gloom. 
 
 And now, tho' thy pomp, like a dream, old tower. 
 
 Has pass'd down oblivion's stream, 
 Till time's crumbling rust 
 Grinds thy last stone to dust. 
 
 With bright honour thy memory shrdl beam. 
 
 
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 ON THE PROBAIU.E REST f/IS nV TITF. TIATNY SF,ASO\ OF 
 
 Grods I did cvi'i" such :i sciim)!! 
 Plai^uo man without rliynic or reason, 
 Blightinu'. -witli its storms and ])kistor, 
 All the arts his ]>iiwt'i" could muster; 
 All that reason told him shoidd l)o. 
 
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 is cares, his toil ;ind troubh 
 
 (■rone to ])ot. niir wnrrh a huldtle, 
 In return lor all lii> sweatiim' 
 Not a spin/ that 's worth the I'atitej. 
 Crops of hay in marshes wastinu'. 
 Oats, to fell destruction li:i.<tiu2'. 
 Rotting' on the stalks they irrew 
 
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 iiat a prosp;'ct . want and rum 
 
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 irin<i- in our pallu 
 Now 's the time loi- 1 nuthtMU'd u'races, — 
 Want of hay — (loil liolp thi' ulutton — 
 Raises rates of jieef and mutton ; 
 Want of cows, oh I what a s))lnttrr. 
 Stops the churn and il(jors the hutti'r; 
 Sends the tea round without crcamin". 
 Breaking hearts of girls and wo)nen ; 
 Fills with sighs and tears and anguish. 
 Homes where lovers wont to lantruisli. 
 (/ows once gone, sheep will not linger. 
 
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 Whoro it points they'll iio [or ccrtniii. 
 They, and ;il] tliat to thcni pcrt'iin. 
 Mcccc inid lin!-n> an<l d'liis niid carcaso. 
 
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 (irs arc iilrcailv ti-ni lini<_:-. 
 
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 ( i i"inni!iLi a> f in'V un kc t hi'ii 
 I'atidiini:. iiiMrc than luakinu. ln-ciMdic 
 i' liori!'^ and liniil's !ii ^icw sirs. 
 
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 in(*r('a>.' the jirirc tii ^hic sirs, 
 Plav tlic donee w itl) eali'iiet makers 
 And lill ]iainters witli tin- shakers. 
 Snol'S make liasie. in enimeil L''ather, 
 \V;inl ofhide^- will raise the leather 
 (let (he --iddlers and the tanners 
 To nnl'iirl thejr distress hanners 
 To a^vake the jrahlie's nity 
 I''(n- vonr hardships in this eity. 
 
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 ( ).er \'al])y. Hall, and ("'raneis. 
 
 \'eu'etarians r\>t so ejvil 
 
 Now send ])nt(diers to the devil; 
 
 Tallow (diandlers. oner <o o-rensy 
 
 Xow look care-Worn -Mid nnea>y ; 
 
 I''arlane. Kec. and several others. 
 
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 Seem to ihink that uerininal ion 
 
 N( ver more will uraee ere ition. 
 
 Hut these ills niid others lo'ewiiiL:- 
 
 ThuULih twice doiiblv ariiied with ruiu, 
 
 oe---iinek. s\ moat ui-iii'.: hrotlu'rs 
 
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 Th(»u,iili rlicv sjirtvid '""11 il'-ilnticii 
 O'er tliis vniiii',;- cnilti'vo iinlinii. 
 Sink t'> iiniiiilit. ciiiiiiiMrcil with sinners 
 Wh(.. like .Inliii liiill. l.i\c tlh'ir dinntM-: 
 
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 |ri\vii rlh'iv I'ltlicr s --p 
 
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 For :i st(';ik \v;i--li<'(i .inwii with cinrrt 
 Mutton <'1h»ii or niiiH'.il s-nllioi 
 
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 moi-c m tiler,' ]> it '^li;ill \V!il(i|) 
 
 ]5ut tiiroui^li rliis .iml ciunin'^ wint-M-; 
 All ninst iarc on \';inke;' '^i'unl'rs. 
 Call a ciinncil. SMiniil tlu' tMi-sin. 
 In this case tlu'rc is im hoaxin". 
 What will all h ■ I 
 
 1 ki' a v.*ai" luiu'i- 
 
 'T is ]>,'von(l a nun .> 1' irh > iranca. 
 Flourish tniinii 'ts. (lrniii> ami sabros. 
 
 Till 
 
 Vi' rousi' vonr slnnioi'ruiu' ncitihhors 
 
 Crowd the strc^-ts to ovcvtlouiuLi'. 
 Stop tlu' (|o\('rnor tVom -join^:' ; 
 l^ind idd Doyh' with i'luTral van stvap.- 
 Aud ca.tch I'^fuians in man tra]is. 
 Cut tlu'in n]i to t;M'd flic (Jrumphics 
 Ot'tlie loyal Iiooi'ks and l>uni]ili('ys ; 
 Fit(di th;' Icadars to the dovll. 
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 Icacu tlu'ai. — Merc my {naid'tit conscH'Ui'i 
 ^Vllisj)■.'rs. ""no nioro oi'rhis tmn^i'iix'. 
 l''ool '. cxciti'ui'.'iit kills yuiir ri'ason. 
 Oou't vou S(H' vou'rr writinu' treason." 
 

 Tin: TWA OWI.^. 
 
 " "^'c 1 aim I ill" loons ! t row tin's uiw iol<(> ; 
 I''or aiicr tlu' ass o" iialaaiii sjtoke 
 Hcttcr llian lawvers dn jorsootli : 
 For it s])ak uact liiii'j,- lint tlu' liMitli." 
 
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 Ill swclliiiL;' stoniis tlic (l,i_v liad jci.sscd ;i',v;iv. 
 And dal'kcst liiullt slclit (»vcf I'lllidv's ]y,\\ ; 
 Tlic liiiini! \v;is liiil ]i' l)ii)d ;i (doiidy JuIl'. 
 And (ivci'hciiii iiii >i:[v was si'cti tn sniiK' ; 
 No siMiiid was lioai'd cxccjit the siiri^e's roar. 
 That Idii'sr in t'nnm tijiMii (nii- rncd^y .-liciT ; 
 And SMiiiidiiiLi' i'alls. whoso tlinndors ^unic aloiio- 
 Swcll'd lilt' Itoai'sc r(']\ii o1 the nccan ,> sono'. 
 Tlu' sihcrv f.av- oiii' [slaml li-jht-hoiisr sIkmI 
 llunu' like a halo, (("or tlio ooimth'ss (h'ad. 
 Wlio. pfc^sM hy laiiiiiio i'l'oiii ihrir native land. 
 Had soii'^hi a hoitio on 1'aif ( "ohindda's strand. 
 lint ill thoif w.iki'. IVotii |-]fii!'s stricken >hor('. 
 ('ajnc jicstilcnce across the ocean's I'oar; 
 The sliips vvoi'e siiiitTeii i'V lis piiisoiioiis hreath. 
 And sharks were t'att 'iiM hy the work ot" Death. 
 ^\'ho. on oiir i.'-land. IVown'd like an e(di]ise. 
 And drew his \iciini thousands t'rom the ships. 
 Saved I'rotii the tetiipcsis wrath, and ocean's waves. 
 T(t rea(d\ the sliof ■. ,iiid >iiik ii. I'or'iun LZ'raves.* 
 
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 * ( )n tile autlioiatv (f ( icoPLTc llarMii'.g, K'([iiii-c. .M . |).. Mofliciil 
 SupfrinttMuicnl ol'tlir (jMiaraiiliiU' Station. 1 nia\ srutc, that duriiii.' 
 tlic rage of tl)c sliip-icvcr pcstilcMicc in 1S47. not fewer I luiii 'ini' 
 thowsjind (if it- victims fnunil tlu'ir last i-estint; pln.-c ninidtst tlir 
 scanty soil (.1 I'arlridtrc Irslai d. 
 
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 Foilii'ht tlif Liriin tyrant Inr the |n"ijilf"s \vt':ii 
 
 Fair Mt'c and 1 1« 
 
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 i'f \\iili liiin tlirnntili vi\A\ tent, 
 
 And even the dyinL!' >niil<'d wiiiTc'sM' lir went. 
 
 Till, strui-k at ItMiLitii l»y |»f>i ilinlial dai'i, 
 
 lie t'ek its {tuismi in his veins and heart; 
 
 So. .sternly Itnwini^' in the vulec iii'dntmi. 
 
 He left the iitdd. un'-dncjuerM. thnu^h o'eia-onie. 
 
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 f.Une. Wlln.ve ar(t( 
 
 zeal and love 
 
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 Seemed insi>irati<>ns tVuni llu' Wdi-ld abnve 
 
 oujili voMni;' in \e;irs. an anit 
 
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 A eoura^c daunt li 
 
 Sustained awhile his wai-ni. iinpnisive heart 
 
 In turuiuLT sidewards death's relentlos dart ; 
 
 But. 
 
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 \v venom touched his vein 
 
 And rushecl like mauie to hi> masier i)rain. 
 
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 was the struuuie. death had now the trnp. 
 
 And hlanehed the colour from his (dieek and lip. 
 But still, wliiie prostrate on his emieh he lay, 
 
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 *Dr. J. P. Collins, a yo.mg man of imich promise, who had just 
 graduated at the Eoyai College of Surgeons, LonJon, also at Paris, 
 and had returned to the Citv of Saint Jol'.n I'tir the purpose of 
 there engaguig in the practice of his pi'ofession. ilis success, con- 
 sidering his yoarf, was almost unprecedented. lie married, and a 
 few months afterwards, when tho emergency aro?e, humanely con- 
 sented to act during tlie illness of Dr. Harding, an Medical Super- 
 'ntendont of the Quarantine Nation. In :i sliort tiin<» he caught 
 the contagion, sank under ir, and died at the age of -3 years and 
 3 months, leaving his young widow, at t!ie time > rn'icntc, to mourn 
 the loss of a heart and a hu.sband, who.se chief characteristics were 
 frnr to tnan and veneration to (iod. 
 
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 \\]> late^it blcs-siiit:' tu iiiaiikind was ui\('ii. 
 And. lircatliiiii: \n\i-. irspircd lii.s sonl to heaven. 
 Hut til my tale: tlu- iiiidiiii:lit"s }»artiii_ii- knell 
 Still thrnuLiii my eai-.-> raiii;' like a friend's I'arewelK 
 The fire's last emhers had withdrawn their nlow. 
 y\y lamp was HickerinLi'. dim. and ImrninL': low; 
 Yet still I sat in reverie profound. 
 Deaf to the world, and Idind to all around. 
 When sudd(.')dy u rustlinu' 'miwiList the trees. 
 As leaves wi're slnikm by a uentle breeze. 
 A noisy flutter and a pierein;^' scream 
 Assailed uiy ears, and rous(.'d me from my dream. 
 A sudden tremor s])read throuuhout my frainii ; 
 1 started, stared. Init knew not whence it eame. 
 Next ()Uirht the window, and beheld from thence 
 ^fwo monstrous ( )\vls, pendied on the outer fence. 
 Whose lar_i;e urcy t^yes sent I'orth a sparklin*;' light, 
 Briiiht as tlu; fire-flv on sweet .July's niiiht. 
 So wise tlu'ir Lilancc. so uraceful were their airs. 
 They seemed two lawyers on two judj^nient chairs; 
 Saiiueity Avas in their every look. 
 A»d reverence crowned them like a priest's peruke. 
 In silent meditation both seemed wound, 
 Nor eoidd T hear them make a siniilo sound. 
 At IcQgth. howc'er, they seemed inspired tu speak, 
 Bat tirst they smoothed their feathers down full sleek. 
 And then in Scottish accent thus did clatter 
 About the Province and J'rovincial Biattcr. 
 
 SANDIE. 
 
 Hecii man I but things are sadly changed I trou 
 Since first about auld Partridge Isle T flew, 
 
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 O'er a' its length and breadth, iVae shore to shore, 
 There 's no ae tree wliere 1 hae seen a score ; 
 Tlie vi'rv soil itsel'. as sure 's I '\n breath in lt, 
 lias worn awa, Guid help me I ((uite to naething. 
 And through the wood as far "s I cast my c'eu, 
 The tient a bird or s<(uirrel 's to be seen ; 
 The very bats hae left these shores, in dread 
 ()' beinir cheated out their nichtlv bread; 
 What things will come to at the latter cu' 
 I frankly own is far beyond my ken. 
 
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 JOCK. 
 
 Aye aye, my frien', the times are sairly changed 
 
 Since you and I first through New Brunswick 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 yc brawly ken 
 
 That constant change attends the paths o' men; 
 
 They hae so mony notions o' their ain, 
 
 Ye 'd think nuld 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 ; 
 
 Na, even the lightning's godlike, fiery stream, 
 
 Maun bow obedient to his power supreme. 
 
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 Ower true my frien', that constant change attends 
 Despotic man in a* his ways and ends, 
 Here on this Isle where uoo wc sit ar rest, 
 
 
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 My giiid auld iiiitlu'r yearly })iiilt lur lu >t ; 
 Noo, wiics my heart I the veiy tree is jiane 
 Wliar first 1 bi'catlud and learned to ilv my lane. 
 
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 Mankind when doni' arc no' sac very l)ad ; 
 
 Just east aroiin'. t'rac wiici'e we sit. thy e'en. 
 
 Ye '11 see enuii;;h to ehaniie thy mind I wccn. 
 
 Here stands enclosed within this spacious t'cnci' 
 
 A hraw wliitc cottaut,'. reared at urcat expense; 
 
 Insiilc weel stored wi' blankets, beds and rujis 
 
 To hap poor sailors to tlu; very liiiis. 
 
 Wha by misehancc hae tint thidr health at sea. 
 
 And but for succor. mi(dit lie down and de(\ 
 
 .Vnd mark this stately liuht-house. towerinu' iirand, 
 
 A shininu' honour to our native land; 
 
 1 'm tauld for truth its brilliant I'rieiullv beams 
 
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 For thretty miles o'o" sea distinctly uleams, 
 
 T(» warn the seaman, wha might else be l(jst, 
 
 Against the dangers u' our rocky coast. 
 
 This gas-house licre, below the battery hill, 
 
 Was built short svne to make it better still. 
 
 But waes my heart ! I 'm tauld the chiel whu hires 
 
 To sweat his saul out o'er their rauinii' fires. 
 
 And keep a' things in order night and day, 
 
 Mas for reward sic shamctu' scanty pay. 
 
 That faith he 's pinched to keep his bairns in hose. 
 
 Or gu-t their gabs wi' butter to their brosc. 
 
 If sic be sac, shame fa' mc but their souls, 
 
 Meu though they be, are scantly fit for owls. 
 
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 N(>;> Li'hiiir;' \,iiir c'cii ,;(lip\vii there t > the liei<>ht. 
 \e siiO u t )Wei' st:iii(ls j)]e:isiiiu' to (he si^ht. 
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 And uvei-l.inks (he hi,u'i:inu> raised lan^.- 
 
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 lajiless eiiimraii(> hm (|ii traii( iii'. 
 
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 ear Saiidie. viruiiiM' tliis ;i)id that. 
 
 I deem (h ■ Inland a'l iiii|irnveii sji.it. 
 
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 JJiir then a-aiii it lii 
 
 lie iiiiiekk' uuid, 
 
 es liiv verv blllKI 
 
 To sev' sae iiionv o' the l"adiie^- ei'ew 
 >'(riit iij) and diiuii. \vi' dcevil haef d. d, 
 
 l>iit (h'aw their sahtrv and (h'e.-< 1 
 
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 u-n stand at en) iiers hiokjno' wise .ind hju-. 
 
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 men \vh;i iiil ;iiid sweat to (hi ilie wark 
 
 Maun (dieat their wames to huv Ije 't I 
 
 )i'ost.> or fiun 
 
 
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 that verv ehie! ve nai 
 
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 la 'still> the uas to I'eeil the 1: 
 
 iiKeni s llame 
 
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 lioiild li:i(> .«.ie se:intv meall^ 
 
 To feed and (deed hi 
 
 Were I a ii:aii. hethie i "d (h) 'i mvsid' 
 
 . . iii> wAi' .-ind weans 
 
 (1 k lei; the l;:1'"-W( 
 
 am! Its lires to h — 
 
 J>Ut. iili;<ls;ikt' Jo(dc. wli.it 
 
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 krae (di.els wha naethiiiu' l)iit theiiisels respect 
 (Jod lielp the I'l'ovincf.' whih.' it trtists its cash. 
 ^Vi■ haiikriipt iiieixdiants. kiwyors. and sic trash 
 \\ ha kd<e a cook urnwii Lireedv o' tlie i!reas(;. 
 First li(d<s lier iiuLicrs. then jundoins the peas. 
 And syne diss.atistied with liaviiig both. 
 ;<he tdaims the pat, the beef, jind a' the brotli. 
 

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 Noo Iniul ye thiTt', jiiul diniKi vent Ac \vr;ith. 
 Ere hint; nao by they'll trc-id ;i (lillcrciit ]i;ith. 
 I '11 \vi\(] a 1h)(11(> (TO a year turns i-cini. 
 Yo '11 hear the hirkics sowt' anitlicr tunc; 
 There's some I ken that winn ; set their lun.s 
 To l)ito and snash p;)()r folk as they were <l'>li;s. 
 Claim double lalx.ur for a single hire. 
 And ti'anij) on justice a.s they tread on inir(\ 
 Tui'n uj) their snouts at reason's stern ajtpeal. 
 And look for tribute where they oii^ht to kneel. 
 
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 Well spoken doek I they 've i^ot true men of late, 
 To U'uard their riehts. and turn the wheels o' state; 
 Men fu' o' snuMldum. truth, and lionest zeal. 
 Wha wish the Provinee audi the people weel. 
 And winna tamely let oj)pression lower 
 Frae rotten renniauts o' the I'oi-y jxiwer. 
 Ileal true blui^ Liberals baith in Mord and deed, 
 Wha 'd scorn to rieve folk o' their dailv bread, 
 And 's done mair guid in twa three months I trou, 
 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 done their bi^st in mony thinas I grant, 
 But faith I fear their gratitude's but scant; 
 It seems to me they take official pride 
 In turning langsyne proven friends aside, 
 
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 Tlicro 's Doct ir Cowk-tii K-MxiNS. ;i.s staiincli ri cliirl 
 
 As cvci" l:il» iiiri'(l I'di' tile cuuntn's wcmI — 
 
 'WV ])?\\ ;m(l t)iii:ui' flir(mi;li iimny Iciigthcnccl years 
 
 lie pled (lii'ii- (•;ill^(' \vi' I'fW or IMC c.JllilJL'ors. 
 And syiii' wlicii (liiiir. llu'v '/\ri\ ;i sidcliiis lowp 
 Ami left till' I )Mct(ir (III his Sitiisy (lowp. 
 Sic l):is!' iiii:r;ilif Mile \v;is never keiin'd, 
 And 's (jiiite ;i tliinir I downa cMiiiprtdieiid. 
 
 SAN'DIH. 
 
 But deiir nie .)( ek. ve keii ;is weel as nie 
 
 That host o' men will al'tiMi step ageo ; 
 
 I kon th'^ i).)et:n" u;it hut senrvy thanks 
 
 For a' his siTvie;- in the Liheral ranks; 
 
 But still, mv t'rieii. I eanna hi-inn' mv niin' 
 
 To l»'liev'.' them guilty o' sie Irise dosiun. 
 
 Tlu're 's s );nothimr tj'iiecn' about tlie whole atlair 
 
 That 's troubled niony politicians s:iir; 
 
 But haith ! \ 'm led to think In' publico chitter, 
 
 There 's been some Tory trickery in tlie matter. 
 
 .lOfK. 
 
 E'en be it sae. for weel j M like to see 
 
 The Lilieral birkies keep IVae flyting free. 
 
 That TiLLEY seems a 2uy lauL^'-headed chiel, 
 
 Pang'd fu' o" lear. and gabs as glib as Peel, 
 
 Guid grant him health to scratch an auld man's pow. 
 
 And serve his country aye as weel 's he dow; 
 
 Sae here my f'rien we '11 let the matter rest. 
 
 And seek the comforts o' our cozv nest. 
 
 
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78 
 
 POEMS AND SONGS. 
 
 Some ither night I '11 gladly hear your views 
 On ither branches o' Provincial news. 
 
 They stretch'd their wings, and with one loud whoo, 
 whoo, 
 Dived in the night and vanished from my view. 
 
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A PRAYER. 
 
 Almighty Jehovah ! bsforo Thco wc fall ; 
 Creator, sustainer, and Lord over all ; 
 
 Great sourc3 of all pleasure and pain ; 
 At whose nod from on high the wild tempests are driven, 
 At whose word streameth forth the fierce lightning of 
 
 heaven. 
 By whose will the dark mountains asunder are riven, 
 
 Oh, let not our prayers be in vain ! 
 
 Great essence of goodness, of justice, and love. 
 From eternity throned in thy coelum above — 
 
 Immutable, infinite God ; 
 By whoso power the vast ocean is chain'd to its bed, 
 By whose povirer in their circles the planets are led, 
 By whose power heaven's dome was with stars overspread, 
 
 Oh, guide us from sin's fatal road ! 
 
 From the depths of the ocean to earth's utmost bound, 
 In ravine and valley, O God, Thou art found, 
 
 By all who would seek Thee aright ; 
 Could we penetrate earth to its innermost cave. 
 Or were mountains on mountains laid over our grave, 
 Were the floods of the ocean above us to rave. 
 
 We could not be hid from Thy sight. 
 
 Thou source of all being, of measureless worth, 
 At whose breath yonder ball of e£fulgence had birth. 
 To Thee we in suppliance cry ! 
 
flO 
 
 POEMS AND ftOXaS, 
 
 The universe. Father, is filled with Thy grace. 
 From the throne of bright henvcn to uttcrmcst space I 
 E'en for us — a rebellious, iniquitous race — 
 Thou gavest the Saviour lo die. 
 
 - ■ ' ' 
 
 Oh, Father of worlds — omnipotent God! 
 
 ►Support us. Thy creatures, who groan 'neath a load 
 
 Of transgressions by nature our own ; 
 When Thy thund(!rs shall over this universe boom. 
 And awake all who are. or have been, from the tomb, 
 May wc number with these who in glory shall bloom 
 
 Eternally round Thy high throne. 
 
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L 1 N E .S 
 
 Written for, rjuI rccitod ;it the (Vlebmtion of Buriis's Anniver- 
 eary, Saint John, N. 1»., January 2otl), 18()5. 
 
 TO THE DOOR-KKEPKIl. 
 
 What I nac admittauco I Viiu 1 b'liovo my lugs, 
 
 That Scots would treat their brithers thus like dugs? 
 
 A stranger in the place. I casual heard, 
 
 Ye here had nict in honour o' ihe Bard 
 
 Wha sang lang-syne that men were brithren a', 
 
 And yet yc 'd practice thus exclusion's law. 
 
 May Guid forgie ye tor your want o' sen.se, 
 
 And teach ye in the future better mense. 
 
 But hear me lad. I winna gang enou, 
 
 Fc 
 
 or ane, or aibhns twa, as big as youj 
 I '11 sec the Chairman first, and it' he spurns 
 The likes o' me, — a votary o' Burns — 
 I '11 then depart, nor speak a word o' blame, 
 
 The 
 
 if and di 
 
 itmeiit chill mv fi 
 
 trame, 
 
 But that 1 fearna'. point me out the Prcses, 
 I '11 seek him noo and trust to his guid graces. 
 Aye, that's he, is it'/ Thank you lad, but min', 
 Though ye 're a pearl, a' ithers arena' swine. 
 
 TO THE CHAIRMAN. 
 
 Eh, dear me I can I really b'lieve my e'en ? 
 And is the Chairman my auld worthy frien', 
 Douce lloBiN Keltie, whom I 've kcn'd sae lang, 
 
asi 
 
 POEMS AND .SONOS, 
 
 Tlio wall; ()' cliiols ior I'rii iid^iliip, j<jk(! :ind snnj: 
 How arc yc Kobiii ^ litic! iiinii. ta.sto my mull, 
 I '11 tjik a drai) o' tliis. throuiili ><hoor uiiid will 
 AVIia wad liac thocht o' mectini;' ithor hure, 
 Bosido this tabic groaning' 'iicatli ^jic (.'liccry 
 Wore 's to yo lad I 1 'm proud to sec yo there, 
 Sae doueely seated in that elbow ehair, 
 Presidinn' o'er this moetiu'jr and disi)lav, 
 
 In 1 
 
 lonour () our 
 
 Poet' 
 
 s na 
 
 tal d: 
 
 Eh, man I but llobin was a eanty cock. 
 At Lileef'u' meetiniis with jilain kintra folk; 
 An auld Ht'ots sang, and sirple o' the bree. 
 Aye brocht the licht o' genius to his c'c. 
 And then his wit was sic, tlr.it auld and young, 
 
 Al 
 
 1. 
 
 Ali^e were cnarnie 
 
 •d by 
 
 his enchantiuij:; ton2;ue, 
 
 The auld anes hatch'd and shook their side's wi' lau'jfh- 
 
 in; 
 
 The youngsters nearly swarl'M wi' downricht daffin. 
 
 In a' he said and did he hail sic arts. 
 
 That ::ane liki' him euuld reach the lasses hearts; 
 
 And (.)h, how tenderly he lo'cd the dears, 
 
 In weal or woe, in gladness or in tears; 
 
 The peasant maiden, and the high-bred dame, 
 
 To honest Rol)in's heart were baith the same; 
 
 He loved them as the fairest things on earth. 
 
 And Q-ave them fame reuardless of their birth. 
 
 1V( 
 
 c sciu'c and sax years on this very nic 
 
 ht. 
 
 Did Robin's e'e first opL> to life and licht; 
 Weak, helpless, cradled in his mother's arms. 
 
 e unconscious o 
 
 lit 
 
 e s cares am 
 
 1 el 
 
 larms 
 
 Alik 
 
 Wha then could guess, in that propitious hour, 
 
U U R N S 'S A X N I V I<: RS AR Y , 
 
 RT 
 
 That music's soul; i\u cinpirc-inoviiii; power; 
 
 Prof^n^ssittn's watchwnnl ; tVccclidu's sti'i'iiost frieud ; 
 
 An indopamkMic;* lu'vcr known to bt'iid j 
 
 A scorpion lash 'gainst su))t'rstiti()n's reign, 
 
 All latent sliunberod in his tiny brain. 
 
 Time saw the man developed, yes, and time 
 
 *^ aw the fruition of his powers sublime. 
 
 '• Poor gaping, glow'ring superstition" felt 
 
 And reel'd before the master-strokes he dealt ; 
 
 Till cowed at length, by his soul-seaithing banters, 
 
 She hid hersel jimauir the Covenanters. 
 
 The Kev'rend Knox, we ken in former times 
 
 Reformed the Kirk, and purged it o' it.s crimes; 
 
 Not less the task that to our Bard befell 
 
 To crush "sour bigotry." as by a spell. 
 
 Stern was his language, sicrner was his mien. 
 
 Fierce was the fire-flasn wf his speaking e'en, 
 
 And deep the satire of his declamation. 
 
 In working out this second Reformation. 
 
 Proud was his aspect when he touched his lyre 
 
 To tell aloud in tones of living lire, 
 
 That honest worth in mither nature's plan — 
 
 ■'Though e'er sac poor." still constitutes the man, 
 
 Kings are but puppets ; dukes and lords the same ; 
 
 Riches arc baubles ; pompous state a game ; 
 
 Rut sterling worth, in king, duke, lord or beggar; 
 
 And up again to Father Ahc'''^ the ^'' pcgjcr ;'* 
 
 Is still the same in every human spirit, 
 
 The man's true standard and the soul of merit. 
 
 * President Lincola, of the United States of America. 
 
84 
 
 POEMS AND SONGS. 
 
 This nicht auld Scotland wccl may cock her bonnet; 
 Wccl may lier bards pour lorth baith song and sonnet; 
 Wecl may lior lasses joyf'ii' trip the green, 
 Wi' love and pleasure beaming IVae their e'en ; 
 Weel may the ploughman in the furrowed fiel' 
 Glow with the living lire o' patriot zeal; 
 Loud may the shepherd tune his rustic horn, 
 llejoiced that such a being e'er was born. 
 Noo, maister (Miairman, having said my say, 
 I thank ye for your patience; and if sae 
 Yc be inclined, I Ml tak anither dram, 
 And toddle afF as quietly as I cam. 
 
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 0^»7 
 
A MOTHER'S WAIL. 
 
 Reapectfully and sympathetically inscribed to Mrs. Robert 
 Melrose, Saint John, N. B. 
 
 They 're gane, they 're gaue, 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. 
 
 'T is only days sinsyue, 
 
 That I heard their joyous pratt'ling; 
 *T is only days sinsyne, 
 
 They were round the ingle bratt'ling ; 
 With youthfu' bursts of glee, 
 
 And bright rosy smiling faces ; 
 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 ; 
 I awoke, and lo ! its beam 
 
 Leaves a life of grief and sadness. 
 9 
 
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 fOEMS AND SONGS', 
 
 They left mo an they eaiur. 
 
 First, iiiy ohk'st and my (Uiarcnt ; 
 Again, th»j ])light(r camo 
 
 For my gentlest ami my fairest ; 
 Wee Jamik next, and last. 
 
 Sweet and tender as the lily, 
 Has through death's portals passed. 
 
 To his hrithers — ]}()H and WiLMK. 
 
 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 giine, my a' are gaue I 
 And 1 'm left behind to sorrow ; 
 
 God ! relieve my pain, 
 
 Send some comfort for to-morroW. 
 
 1 '11 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. 
 
 (r^><^^<i^;^^X^^ 
 
V K US KS. 
 
 ^VIuMl I LMZf Oil till' Kast. oil. 't is clwirniiii^' 
 Then droains of my cnuntry conic swaniiiiit: 
 
 Tl 
 
 loii"!! sum 
 
 Ifi-M 
 
 \\v VC lit'i'M 
 
 Still each iiii'aiitiiic sciMic 
 My lu'Mi't and my memory keeps warminu. 
 
 The sun h(H'ts his lamp my old lioiiit' in. 
 
 Before he i;(>es westward a-roamiiiu'. 
 And ij^ives his first rays 
 To the urecn heath'ry hraes 
 
 Of the land where the cascades are f'oaminu. 
 
 As ))y tiu^ sea-coast 1 uo stroUiiiu 
 
 I mark the wild billows a-rolliriu. 
 
 And think of the strand 
 Of my own native land. 
 
 Wliere the tocsin of t'recdom 's aye tolling-, 
 
 Could 1 mount with the wiiius of the morning', 
 Wlien crimson the sky is aihtruinu'. 
 
 S 111 tlu' sun's u'olden track 
 
 \ ' ' I Would trace my way hack 
 
 From this to the laud I was l)(»ni in. 
 
 In exile, thouuh doonuid to bemoan it. 
 
 May heaven shower blessings upon it. 
 
 And strenti'then my hand 
 While 1 drink to the land 
 
 Of the thistle, and bagpipt;. and bonnet. 
 
GHANXV KKNT. 
 
 8U<mKSTKI) BV TIIK DKATH itV TIIK lUCIIKSS OK KKNT 
 
 Whut (lodl in this come o'er us noo 
 That clouds the licht o' ilka bro(», 
 And gars ilk birkie hiiiL' his inou, 
 
 This blessed lent; 
 Alas I alas I death 's claimed his due 
 
 Frae Granny Kent. 
 
 Through lang lang years, three-seore-and-teu. 
 Her Grace gaed todd'lin but and ben. 
 To wayward, sint'u' sons o' men, 
 
 A blessing sent ; 
 Noo notes o' wae flow I'rae my pen 
 
 For Granny Kent. 
 
 My doolfu' muse noo hings her head, 
 Her e'e shoots forth the crystal bead, 
 And sorrow tunes the shepherd's reed 
 
 On brae and bent ; 
 While kings and courts wear sable weed 
 
 For Granny Kent. 
 
 Frae northern hills where sunbeams glow 
 On crests of everlasting snow, 
 The nation's tears, the nation's woe 
 
 Frae bosoms rent; 
 Unbidden start, unceasing flow 
 
 For Granny Kent, 
 
(IKANVV KKNT. 
 
 M«» 
 
 OVr iiHMnitaliis, downs, and woody dalen. 
 
 To soutlu'rii aromatic vales, 
 
 Wluuc lii^li tlio soaring sky-lark sails 
 
 The firinani'iit ; 
 Ilk liody liiniis his licad and wails 
 
 Koc (Irantiy Kent. 
 
 Within luT nvntlc hosoiu heaved 
 A tide of love for jdl who j^rievod : 
 The jjrrev-haired sire, the voiith doeeivod 
 
 Throuirh time mi: jH^nt : 
 The milk of kindness aye received 
 
 l''rae (Jraiiny Ki'nt. 
 
 The widow and her or]»han hroud 
 Who pined and sitrhed in solitude. 
 B(!reft of hope, lone and subdued 
 
 iJy iVudinixs pent ; 
 \o(j shed saut tf^ars of <rratitude 
 
 l"'or (Jranny Kt^nt. 
 
 True type o' a' things guid and great. 
 She shed a halo round the State ; 
 Her s!nile eould dukes and lords (date 
 
 When kindly lent ; 
 Noo sutik bejieath the shafts of fate 
 
 liies rirannv Kent. 
 
 Deep is the debt (jur nation owes 
 To her noo sunk in death's repose. 
 Whose virtue, stendess, onwaril flows 
 
 Thronuh Parliament; 
 
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 POExMS AND SONCfS. 
 
 Guid help our Sovereign ! 'mi^^st her woes 
 
 For Granny Kent. 
 
 Let sculpturrd marble pillars rise 
 
 To mark where low she mould'ring lies ; 
 
 Dark centre, where a nation's sighs 
 
 In groans get vent ; 
 While echo from his cave replies 
 
 '• Dear Granny Kent." 
 
 Adieu, thou blessed sjnrit fled ! 
 Here bending o'er her narrow bed, 
 My bitter, burning tears I shed 
 
 With heart-strings rent; 
 In tribute to the sacred dead — 
 
 Auld Granny Kent. 
 
JOHN FROST. 
 
 By my sang ! noo in oarncst yo 've conio, John Frost, 
 With thy cankert auld phiz, douro and <;Uiui, John Frost; 
 
 Turning a' upsido down, 
 IJaith in kintra and toun, 
 Making man, bird and beast, a' sing mum. John Frost. 
 
 I've nae doubt but yc think it nice jokes, John Frost, 
 To stalk forth with thy snaw-pouthert loeks, John Frost, 
 
 And wi' caukl, icy shears, 
 Snip the noses and oars, 
 0' mysel' and sic Christian folks. John Frost. 
 
 And thy winds, too, I hear they're at wark. ,]ohn Frost, 
 Coming down frae the north, fell aud stark, John Frost, 
 
 Spreading fear, dread and chills, 
 O'er the valleys and hills, 
 Just like even-down demons o' dark. John Frost. 
 
 Ye 're a gruesome auld carlie, I trou. John Frost, 
 K'en the glance o' thy e'e niaks mo grou, John Frost, 
 
 \u(\ to liic it se(!ms plain. 
 
 ( Jin the |)i'il had his ain, 
 He wad soon hae his clutches on you. John Frost. 
 
 llout! ye needna get into a fyke, .John Frost. 
 Nor be showing thy teeth like a tyke. John Frost. 
 
 I've a warm, cozy hame. 
 
 And a couthy wt!e dame. 
 Sac. for me, ye n»av storm as ve like. John Frost. 
 
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 ;H)K.MS AM) SONUS. 
 
 Na. it's no' for mysol' I \v;ul spi'ak, .John Frost, 
 liut for itliers, auld, donnort and weak, John Frost, 
 
 Wha arc drocinir; thv ire, 
 Scant o' claitliing and fin;, 
 Wliile y-rim liiuiucr sits l)lanc'liin!i; tluiir cheek, John 
 Frost. 
 
 Still yo 'r(' aye sendint; blash afttM- blash. John Frost. 
 0' thy snaws. and sic ithcr canld trash. John Frost. 
 
 Quite unniindfu'. I ween. 
 
 O' the wee. watery i^'en, 
 ()' bairns barefit. that thron<rh it maun plash. John Frost. 
 
 Tt seems a' very nice on the lake, -lohn Frost. 
 
 To see men. as if life weri» the stake. John Frost. 
 
 Flee about like the fates 
 ( )u their smooth skimmin^j: skates. 
 
 But they whiles <i'('t a douk fur tliy sake, dohn Frost. 
 
 Aye, and deep are the r.iptuns I feel, dcdin Frost. 
 
 When ayont at the roariui:' Imnspeil. .John Frost. 
 
 I bfhnld the blythe blink 
 ' )" ilk t''e roun' the Kink. 
 
 As the stanes siioriiiii: throuu'h ithcr reel. John I'Vost. 
 
 Wi' their muffs and their niffs. l)ieu and braw. John 
 Frost. 
 
 And a muekle bcir's ski)i over a' dohn Frost. 
 
 The rich ueiitles nujy glide 
 O'er the snaws far and wide, 
 
 In their shMghs siecan urandcur to shaw, John Frost. 
 
 But. wacsock I fur the feckless and ])uir. John Frost. 
 
JOHN FROST, 
 
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 W'liii. like Hruin. maun stick to their lair. Jolui Frost; 
 
 Wi' iiac uark for tlieir jaws 
 Save to sook at their paws. 
 
 Till the saft wins o' Spriii*:' come anee inair. John Frost. 
 
 K'en Sir Kcynard, for a' his sly turn, John Frost, 
 Through thy treach'ry has aftcn to inourii, John Frost, 
 
 When the rude huuter chaps 
 On the snaw trace his staps, 
 Syne to wind his puir knightship a pirn, John Frost. 
 
 Noo, T 've said a' I 'ni nieanin' to say, John F'rost, 
 And ye e'en may think o 't what ye may, John F'rost; 
 
 Tak' it ill. tak it w^ecl, 
 I 'm quite careless, auld ehiel\ 
 Sae [ bid ye a hearty guid day. John Frost, 
 
 
TO y\ V W 1 FE. 
 
 .^iiicc first we met. you know tlie place, 
 
 'Twas in anotlier elinie ; 
 How vast tlie eliange in form and face 
 
 Tiiat marks us since tliat time. 
 AVe little dreamed in those I'ond days 
 
 Beneath an Eastern sun. 
 That throuii'h life's dooms and sunnv ravs, 
 
 Our fates w«'re linked in one 
 
 Now Youth's fantastic dreams are o'<'r. 
 
 Its visions all have fled. 
 And h(!re we tread the solemn shore 
 
 Which <j^irds us from the dead, 
 lint why repine, or shed a teai' y 
 
 Our case is tiuit of all 
 Who do. or did, or (!ver will 
 
 Traverse this earthlv hall. 
 
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 We've trod the upward ])ath of life. 
 
 We 've <(uaflt'd its cup of jov. 
 And still mv "'ood. mv <»wn dear wife. 
 
 Our love knows no alloy. 
 Our sons have reached to manhood's urowth 
 
 Our girls are leal and i'air ; 
 Sucli treasures come not with tho winil, 
 
 Xor vanish in the aii-, 
 
TO MV WXFh) 
 
 Oh 
 
 Our cfnirse now lies udown tliat steep 
 
 rhalked out by fato's behest. 
 But hand in hand, as up we came. 
 
 We'll jourfiey down to rest. 
 A glorious beacon guides our path 
 
 To that sweet land of peac(?, 
 Where weary pilgrims find repose. 
 
 And all their troubles cease. 
 
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 X E R S K »^ 
 
 Written for, and spoken by the Chairman of Burns's Anniversary, 
 celebrated by tiie Paisley "Literary and Convivial Association," 
 in their Hall, '2i)\\\ January, 18.^'i. 
 
 Admirers of Genius, now fill to the brim ; 
 
 A toast to his memory T crave — 
 Whose name down the stream of the future shall glide. 
 Kevered and acknowledged his country's pride, 
 
 'Till time, hoary time, finds a grave. 
 
 And who was this great one, whose soul-searching eye 
 
 Humanity's heart-core could scan — 
 Could view all its frailties, its wrongs and its crime, 
 And with pathos unequalled, and diction sublime. 
 
 Lament o'er the miseries of man ? 
 
 Who was he, this bold one, so dear to us all I 
 
 Whose Muse, like a magical spell. 
 Could conjure the fiends from their nether retreats, 
 And range them in order with tombstones for seats, 
 
 While cofiins, like presses, 
 
 Showed shrouds for ball dresses, 
 
 And nothing was heard 
 
 From that lonely churchyard, 
 
 But pibroch-like sounds. 
 
 And mirth without bounds, 
 From those grim-visaged natives of hell ? 
 
VERSES ON BURNS. 
 
 07 
 
 Who was ho, this loved one I wliose ph«?iiix-win^ed soul, 
 
 Like a thinij^ by Jove's thiinderl}olts driven 
 Through millions of worlds, in ceaseless commotion, 
 Rushed on like a whirlwind through space's dark ocean, 
 To commune with Mary in heaven ^ 
 
 Who was ho could rouse e'en the sluirgard to arms ; 
 
 The cynic could kindle to love; 
 Could view at a glance all his country's woes ; 
 And with Bruce on red Bannockburn charge all her 
 foes ? 
 
 It was Burns, who has now gone above. 
 
 Hail, shade of the Bard ! to old Scotland so dear; 
 
 Methinks from thy home in the sky. 
 This night, towards earth, thou thine ear may'st be 
 
 bending;, 
 To list all those strains which the welkin are rending, 
 As upwards, and upwards, their notes are ascending, 
 While heaven's own minstrels their music are blending, 
 
 In honour of thee, now on high. 
 
 
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 Written for the t'entenarv Annivcrsarv of the Birth of RoftERi' 
 BuKSs, celebrated at Saint John. \. B.. January 25, 1859. 
 
 Trowtli, Mr. J/rcsidoiit. it jiliids my siulit. 
 To see, oil this euuld, t'ritsty. Jaiiuar' niiilit. 
 Sae mony cliiels leal, honest, frank and kin', 
 Assembled here, on ■• hamely fare" to dine. 
 Joke, luuiih and sinu, and tak a tout by turns. 
 In honour of auld Seotland's minstrel — JJurns. 
 
 Aroun' this board, as far 's J cast my view, 
 .loy lights ilk e'e. and mantles o'er ilk brow ; 
 Ae common britherhood amaug us reigns, 
 Sweet as the memory of our native plains ; 
 Our bond of union, mav t ne'er be forgot, 
 Al/ men <frr men, but then a Scot \s a Sf«>f. 
 liang may we eock our l)onnets at the name ; 
 Lang may we glory in auld Scotland's fame ; 
 liang may it be our greatest, ehiefest boast, 
 That time first saw us on its rocky coast. 
 
 Hail Scotland I hame I how these names impart 
 Fire to my soul, and rapture to my heart, 
 And wake t(> life, before my mental e'e. 
 Scenes of the past, youth, innocence and glee, 
 When blythe and merry as the langsyne fays, 
 We pu'd the gowaus frae our native braes ; 
 Ere yet life's cares, or troubles had began 
 To strew with thorns the prickly paths of man. 
 Again my rountry I gazing at thy past. 
 
UIR.NS CENTKNARV A> Nl VERSA HV 
 
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 liri<;lit is tlir iiiilo fjiiiic Imlli n'cr tlu-f cast; 
 lioiiie. from the suimiiit of a coiKjuortHl world. 
 Hoard from thy shores a l)old (Iciiaiu'c hurled. 
 Strove 'midst her K'liious. Imt essayed in vain. 
 To heiid thy prowi-ss to her slavisii eliaiii 
 liand of my heart I where ^\ am.ack ,>wayed hi? 
 Dread as a thiiiiderholt 'uaiiist I'liiuhmd's lord I 
 jjaiid wher." a liuici:. revered till l,itt-st time. 
 Swept stern oppression IVom his natal clime; 
 Land where old Ossian. silvered o'er with vear; 
 First woke his lyre and shed his partini:: tear.s ; 
 Land when' a l\nox. hold as the eai:le's fliuht. 
 Dispelled the shades ol' suporstiti(»n's niuht; 
 liand of the Patriots' ur-ivcs. a))d Martyrs' nr 
 liand oi'a IvAMSAV. I''kim;i s(»\ and J>i i?ns. 
 
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 1 o'er mv ninnhers heam 
 
 Jicnd str(Miuth and music to my jading theme; 
 Sinu' of the iMistii' Hai'd whose miuhtv soul 
 Dived into space, and soare<l lu'vond the pole, 
 Swept like a comet throuuh the worlds ahove 
 To liold communion with his j Highland love. 
 Hail, "'lorious IJurnsI this niuht the soniis of earth 
 
 (rivi 
 
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 le past the century of thy 
 
 hirtli 
 
 Still, miuhty sj)iiit ! .'-till does humankind 
 Weep o'er the }»ath(is n\' thy livint: mind : 
 Still do we lirieve to find. where\'r we turn. 
 Man's •• inhumanity makes thousamls mourn ;" 
 And still we joy to find, whate'er hetide. 
 The '• hiii' ha' Hihle" 's yet •• tlu- Cottar's pride. 
 The modest daisy yet hedecks the field 
 Where lies the wreck of mousie's ruined hield ; 
 
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 Thy '• Bdimy J)<)(»ii" still pours its Hodds jilun^. 
 Swcset as tho echo of its ^litistrol's soul: ; 
 Ami wiiidiiiu' Avr J^till lav(>s its ix-hhlcd sliori' 
 IMiro as when Mary trod its banks in yore. 
 Beloved JJard I to every elinie and land. 
 Like ni(»rnin«i's ))eanis. thy iiorucious strains expand ; 
 J3orn tiioULrh thou wast within an -auld elay biiijrin." 
 When; "-restless rattens" s((neaked "aljont the rijigin." 
 This ni^ht an* met throughout the realms of <*arth 
 Thy fellow-men. to lilory in ihy })irth. 
 Auld niither Ayr hersel'. with miekle jileo, 
 Joins in this eeiitemiry jubilee ; 
 
 And yon •• twa brius" which slu' takes such deliuht in 
 This niuht shake hands and drop their tinkler flytin. 
 And near the scenes where honest "• Tani O'Shanter" 
 On swank auld Mauuy hamewards used to canter ; 
 This niiiht are met. instead of troops o' witches, 
 The wale of men I'or Ujarninu. Avit and riches. 
 Sweet be their joys till chanticleer shall craw 
 In honourinti' him — '• the Hard that 's noo awa," 
 
 Departed shade I ere yet the tide of time 
 Has swept ;;nother century from our clime. 
 Those millions now elate with festive mirth 
 Shall all liavc vanished from tlieir parent earth ; 
 But who, like thee, amidst their countless throng, 
 Will stamp an era in the march of Song; 
 Light be the turf which liaps thy hallowed breast, 
 Aud sweet the dreams of tliy eternal rest- 
 
TO Tlir, MKMoHV <>F TaXNAHILL. 
 
 On(!u iinuc ( JlciiifVcr ; \rt mikm muru 
 
 Fpon tliy brow T sf.-iiid, 
 And view thy ('astli'. old and hoar, 
 VVhoro Scotland's sons in days of yon; 
 llcpullcd. in tields of death and p)rL'. 
 
 Th(5 fo«>s of Scotia's hud. 
 Once more thy ]>cardcd thistles wave. 
 Meet endjleni of the iL-lorions brave. 
 
 Once niort! I see thy r.ivine deep 
 
 JTalf hid among the tre»'S ; 
 I see its crystal waters lea]) 
 From bank to bank, whih^ down they sweep 
 Throug'h (dianuel — rocky, dark and steep; 
 
 Again I feel thy breeze. 
 Once more the Norland hills 1 greet, 
 AV'here snows defy the summer's heat. 
 
 Now to thy broom and heather-hcll 
 
 The bees with rapture cling; 
 Again from glen, wood, rock and fell. 
 Thy countless feathered minstrels swell 
 Their notes of love, till sky and dell 
 
 With heavenly echoes ring. 
 Again T hear thy streamlet's wail, 
 And fragrance from thy flowers inliale. 
 
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 POEMS AND SONOS. 
 
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 All those, witli raptunHl breast T liail — 
 
 But where is now the IJard 
 Whose strains, Ijoriic on \\\(\ passing p:alc, 
 Were heard afar o'er liill and vale, 
 Sweet as tlie eastern iiiLihtliiLiale ? 
 
 Alas I no more is heard 
 Those inaLi'ie sounds that soothe the soul, 
 And waft his fanie to Nature's goal. 
 
 Hail! glorious and immortal shade! 
 
 ITail. gentle Tanxaiiill ! 
 Thy dust is with thy iUthers laid; 
 But withering tinn^ can never fade 
 Those laurel-wreaths thyself hast made — 
 
 Age makes them greener still. 
 Great Nature, changeless, holds her sway. 
 But all that 's mortal fai'ios away. 
 
 
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TIIK KXILKS DIIKAM. 
 
 Once jiL'.'iiii witli lii',ir( cliili'd. 
 
 I was ])ouiulini; o'(>r the sea ; 
 Willi my ii;itivf lainl Ix'i'uro mo, 
 
 All its IViontlsliip; :iii(l its f:lcG ; 
 All tl'.f ■f'l nrs which ciiily childhood 
 
 Had .i.'ide sacred to iiiv Ivrc; 
 The ibnd j,q'C('tinirs of a mother, 
 
 And the ashes of ;i sire. 
 
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 Wide around llu' waves were dancing 
 
 To the music of the wind; 
 Still ahend the ship went prancing, 
 
 AVith the fleetness of a hind ; 
 Her snoAVMvhite sails expanded 
 
 To embrace the friendly breeze, 
 While majestic as a conqueror 
 
 She went swee])ing ()'(M' the seas. 
 
 Time on wings of gladness fleeted, 
 
 All the storms were left behind ; 
 And with cheerful hearts and weather 
 
 On she rode before the wind : 
 Oh I what bright enchanting visions. 
 
 To my fancy then appeared j 
 'Twas sunshine to mv withered soul 
 
 As Scotland's hills I neared. 
 
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 }M)EMS AM) SON as, 
 
 it' if'' 
 
 Kvor Sontliind. doarost Scotlnnd. 
 
 Shall this heart of mine revere 
 The jrlcns that cleaves thy rocky hreast ; 
 
 Thy muiuitalns. dark and drear, 
 llobcd ill jmrple-hlossoined heather; 
 
 Crowned with everlasting snow ; 
 Sliielded by thy dariiiu' thistle 
 
 From the iiiiiiht nf cvo'v t'oe. 
 
 Now r 'in landed, and in fancy. 
 
 While the tears unbidden start ; 
 And deep, ch tkini;', sisxhs of oladness 
 
 Force a j)assaue frr>in my heart; 
 By a inoth(»r au'd and hoary. 
 
 I am locked in fond embrsice ; 
 Love ])e!iminu' tVoni bt i- anuel eye, 
 
 ITeaven's smile iijuin In r face. 
 
 Oh the ra})tures id' that nioinentl 
 
 Oh the path* IS (iftli.it lidurl 
 When around (tne liearfli we mint.iled, 
 
 Heaven's bliss uur e(iiiimon dower; 
 We had long been held asunder 
 
 Bv the iv'v hand of fate ; 
 Now in one wi' were united. 
 
 And (»ur hearts were all (date. 
 
 Once again, the vision altered : 
 )3athed in tears I stood alone 
 
 O'er the grave wiUire sleeps a father ; 
 Would to God it W(M'e mv uwa. 
 
THE KXILK'S DKK'A.M 
 
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 An rclijjsc jkism';! o'er the siui, 
 As sliadiiws (it' ihj):ii-t('tl tl:iys 
 Canu; IlickcriiiL;' oii;^ l)y (»ir.\ 
 
 Wlu'iv. (Ml uiii'i'c. wvvr all tlms;' lovcd ones 
 A\'h;'iii ill ymith I left I) diiiid ; 
 
 WIkjsi;' dt'i'p siiihs and tcii's at parting, 
 Jjikt' a jrliiiSt. stil! haunt niv mind 'Z 
 
 Like the leaves of hlasting nutunin 
 They had witlin-cd side l)y side; 
 
 Some were (h^ad. and some were dying, 
 
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 Ail were scattered like a tide. 
 
 ()\v the \v<ii-kiim' of my jia-siitn, 
 
 And the reeding nf mv j»rai 
 
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 lore my eye-lids iVniii tli/ir slumber. 
 
 And my i'aney from its strain ; 
 Throuiih the curtains ol' mv lattice 
 
 Shone th(> sun's first morning })eiim 
 I was resting n\\ my jiillftw. 
 
 And awake — "!' was bui a dream. 
 
 
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 STMON ClIOLYS KLKGY 
 
 Oh Dentil I relentless, liaisli ;nid cruel. 
 llns Nick, at last unt scant i>" f'lu'l !' 
 That thus thou seinl'st us a renewal 
 
 ( )t' uriei' and dread ; 
 Ye 'vt' reived New Brunswick of' a jewel. 
 
 Sinie < 'I'olv s ( 
 
 lead. 
 
 (Jreat was his niiiul. ureat was his merit, 
 Aiid ^reat the fame he '11 yet inherit. 
 A nobler, nr niair manly s|iii-it 
 
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 rae eartli ne er 
 
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 How can thi' hrewster-hodies hear it, — 
 >>inie ( 'i-oly 's dead. 
 
 Weel was he l)red. weel was he horn. 
 E'en tiune yet touts his iirandsire's horn. 
 Still <rr»'<'n the lau)'els did adorn 
 
 1 1 is lather's lu'ad, 
 But Lrreater i'ar was he we mourn. — 
 
 Sime ( 'rtily "s dead. 
 
 New Brunswick's sons ar(> (dollieil in ^loo 
 
 Arisinu' from his sicreil tomh; 
 
 Her daughters hlushinu' in their hloom 
 
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 ove are 
 
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 u Ween. \v 
 
 here low his hanes consumt 
 Sinu' Crolv s dead. 
 
«JT]\roX CROLV'S I-n.EGV 
 
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 \Vocl may thoy piuir their mouriit'u' noten 
 O'er whore liis ni(»rfal Ijddy rots : 
 Ilk creature elotht'd in petticoats. 
 
 l>hiek. wliit;'. or red, 
 Ffe loved, as drunkards love their pots. — ^ 
 
 Siiiie Crolv s dead. 
 
 He was tlu- e»»uiis'lor. j)ridt! aiul patron, 
 O' mony a lu'art-siek. lane auld matron. 
 Wha noo hae nouulit but Tabby J^autron 
 
 To till his stead; 
 Thrang down their cheeks tlie tears are patt'rin,- 
 
 Sime Croly 's dead. 
 
 A better heart ne'er warmed a body, 
 A blyther, ne'er got drunk wi' toddy, 
 A truer, ne'er ran for a howdv 
 
 In time (»' need, 
 But noo he's low as ony niowdy, — 
 
 Si me (h-oly 's dead. 
 
 Mourn a' ye paint-brush, artist dabblers, 
 Mourn lang-tongued philosophic gabblers, 
 Mourn anti-rev(dation S([uabblers. 
 
 And shake wi' dread. 
 The prince o' specidative babblers, — 
 
 8imo Croly 's dead. 
 
 Deep versed in geologic lore, 
 He probed its mysteries to the core, 
 He roanicd ilk hill and rocky shore. 
 Wi' weary tread, 
 
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 For fossils, shells. ;iiid a' sic store, — 
 Sinie (^'ijly 's dead. 
 
 Great was his astroiKunic Icai-. 
 
 He ken'd the planets, polo, and bear! 
 
 In chemistry, \vlia iiii(» shall dare 
 
 To fill his stead ? 
 Alas I he's left an empty chair. — 
 
 Siiiie Crolv 's dead. 
 
 O' surgery, wha had sic a notion? 
 Or Avha like him prescribe a lotion ? 
 He 'd mix a poultice, or a potion, 
 
 For heart or head, 
 As grave 's a parson at devotion, — 
 
 Sinie Troly 's dead. 
 
 Langsyne he roamed o'er ^Yhaling seas, 
 Without diploma or degrees, 
 A Galen, fed on pork and peas 
 
 And mouldv bread; 
 Stern want his virtue ne'er could freeze, — 
 
 Sime ('roly 's dead. 
 
 When game was up, like him wha guide 
 A harpoon to the monster's side, 
 Or strike the spear till ocean's tide 
 
 With blood grew red? 
 He was the whalemen's stay and pride, — 
 
 Sime Croly's dead. 
 
 Nae tar, nor soldier, drunk or sober, 
 Na^ butcher bred, nor self-taught jobber, 
 
SIMON CROLYS ELEC+Y. 
 
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 Nao doctor, (juaek. nor learned land-lubber. 
 
 In college bred. 
 Like him eould cut and earvi^ the blubber. — 
 
 Si me Croly 's de-id. 
 
 Old ocean now may urowl and i;iiimble. 
 lis whales unscathed may toss and tumble, 
 Till a' aroun' be foam and jumble, 
 
 Nor fear his greed ; 
 Their langsyue foe \s noo cauld and humble, — 
 
 Sime Croly 's dead. 
 
 When mounted on a hobby donkey, 
 
 Sac grim his face, his air sae spunky, 
 
 Flis neck sae curved, and wame sae clunk aye, 
 
 Sae bald his head, 
 He seemed some half-singed powder monkey, — 
 
 Sime Croly 's dead. 
 
 His lanely parrot noo may chatter. 
 And fill the house wi' wailing clatter. 
 He wha aye mixed its bread and water, 
 
 Frae earth has sped ; 
 Stern death the best o' friens will scatter, — 
 
 Sime Croly 's dead. 
 
 Poor Bawsy noo may yowl and yowf, 
 And seek in vain ilk weel-ken'd howf. 
 Nought meets him there but gowl and gowf, 
 
 And hearts o' lead. 
 Where erst was heard his merry wowf, — 
 
 Sime Croly 's dead. 
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 Heart-broken beast I thy vanished jy^lee. 
 Thy drooping tail and waefu' e'e. 
 Bespeak the burning agony 
 
 To ivhich thou 'rt wed ; 
 Death 's reft a generous frien' frae thee, — ^ 
 
 8imc Croly 's dead. 
 
 Let nae mock mourners bear my pall 
 When borne hence frae this earthly ball, 
 But grant some kindly, douce jackal, 
 
 By friendship led ; 
 To mouru mine, like my hero's fall, — - 
 
 Sime Croly's dead. 
 
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HIMTAPTT. 
 
 Stop, passeuger. aiul view this mound 
 
 AVith aspect iiielauclioly. 
 Hero wisdom lies beueatli the ground, 
 
 And hero lies Simon (3roly. 
 
 If tliou'rt a man who pines for fame. 
 
 Oh bend thy body lowly ; 
 Here lies a sage, who did thii same. 
 
 And here lies Simon Oroly. 
 
 If th(tu 'rt a virgin, })ure and fair. 
 
 Pass on, nor tread it slowly; 
 JJeneath this turf lies virtue's snare, 
 
 And here lies Simon Oroly. 
 
 If thou 'rt a saint with soul upright, 
 Oh breathe a prayer holy, 
 
 Here ribaldry lies wrapt in night. 
 And here lies Simon (h'oly. 
 
 The worms here revel on a heart 
 That aye was blythe and jolly. 
 
 Till pierced by death's relentless dart, 
 Now here lies Simon (-roly. 
 
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 O.N rilK Al'TKOACII or WINTKIt. 
 
 Noo vvimci' is cuin'mg pi'll-nicll, 
 llampji^iiiii:, tierec. ])itter and snell, 
 \VV cranroucliio frosts, 
 Siiaw and hailstaiies in liosts. 
 ]iayin<i' dt'solate mountain and doll. 
 
 A' nature is shroudod in iJ:looni — 
 
 (lien and urove now arc muto as the tomb; 
 
 Wliar saniistcrs in Sprinu'. 
 
 (jlar'd tlu' swoct ccIku's riii^'. 
 And flo\V(!rc'ts were; breathinti' pert'mnc, 
 
 Till' lui-est is silent and bare' ; 
 
 Nae lav'rock floats liiiili in tbc air; 
 
 Hut river and loeli. 
 
 Hurn. mill-dam and trough, 
 Ilk fast bound by iee t(» its lair. 
 
 The skaters are rampant wi' joy; 
 The curlers, nae care can annoy, 
 
 As they roar roun' the rink. 
 
 Gite Avith pleasure and drink. 
 In transports withouten alloy. 
 
 Sad poortith. a' airts that I scau. 
 Red nebbit. is chittering- and wan. 
 
 Scant o' clacs, meat, and worse. 
 
 Feint a plack in his purse, 
 Oclione. for the misery o' man ! 
 
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 Alack, tor tlie days that are gane I 
 
 But sighing is useless and vain. 
 
 Till Spring frae the bush. 
 Wake the blackbird and thrush. 
 
 Then glory auld Nature again. 
 
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 Tins WAJILI) 0' OURS. 
 
 This auld world of ours, (ivcr siiicn it l)e<;{in, 
 
 Come or go on its surfaoo what will, 
 Never alters its course, but aye true to its plan. 
 
 Unerring goes jogging on still. 
 
 Sinec first our auld sire stuck a spade in its breast, 
 
 His garden to plant and to till. 
 The sun, aye the same, rises due in the east, 
 
 And the warld unchanged jogs on still. 
 
 Moon, planets and stars, aye the same as in yore, 
 
 Continue their stations to till ; 
 And our ain wee bit warld, as snug as before. 
 
 With the best o' them joggeth on still. 
 
 Let man, its chief tenant, (^'cation's proud lord. 
 
 Go wrangle and battle his fill ; 
 Though millions may sink 'iieath the cannon and sword. 
 
 Yet the warld, unmoved, will iog still. 
 
 Vast empires may rise like the Roman langsyne, 
 And a blast may blaw a' down the hill; 
 
 A puff" gars the greatest their sceptres resign. 
 But the warld the same jogs on still. 
 
 Napoleon long struggled midst rapine and gore, 
 
 A whole warld to bend to his will, 
 But the might of •' king Frost" broke his sceptre of 
 power, 
 
 y\nd our planet aye joggeth on sitill. 
 
TITTS WAKLi. (► or US. 
 
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 Stately piles may be reared o'er the toiiihs of the great, 
 
 Adorned by the sculptor's rare skill, 
 But these, like their authors, luust bow to stern fate, 
 
 Wliilc the warld uoes ioy,uini:' on still. 
 
 Auld Egypt's p;roy giants in ]»ride look on high, 
 
 And challenge the loftiest hill; 
 But they, like auM lialxd. siiall moulder and die, 
 
 And the warld remain jogging still. 
 
 The S(»rdid old miser may worship his gold. 
 
 The drunkard his bicker may swill. 
 Alike both shall pass as a tale that is told, 
 
 And the warld unchanged will jog still. 
 
 Thus earth's brightest glories but live to d(^cay. 
 
 Like the flower now in beauty and bloom. 
 Which, long ere the sun again wakens the day, 
 
 Shall have sunk 'midst the wrecks of the tomb. 
 
 Then heed not such baubles I the riches and fame 
 For which mankind so often have striven. 
 
 Are nought, when compared with the virtuous aim, 
 Of tracing Truth's pathway to heaven. 
 
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 i;is <:(»ii 
 
 ('. t(» flu' limd (if'swoct rest. 
 
 From th(! scciu's ol'lii^- triuu.jth and j;l<»ry 
 
 lie lijis <;one at tlu' call ol' fate's sternest Itehest, 
 His (lark tresses matted and ,i::t»rv. 
 
 That jz:roat heart whieli tln-n)>l»cd with warm love litr 
 mankind. 
 
 Cold and silent in inirth now is sleepin 
 
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 Those eyes, once the index of virtue and min<l. 
 Now are dry. while the nation is weeping. 
 
 Those ears, onc(! so open when misery wailed. 
 
 Now are closed, when the millions arc sighinii ; 
 That will, so unbending while treason prevailed. 
 
 Now slee])S when the rehels are flying. 
 
 He died in his zenith oi' manhood and fame. 
 
 While glories were round him amassing; 
 He died, leaving spotless to history his name. 
 
 By the hand of a dastard ;:ssassin. 
 
 God! to her soul send if .-omlort a ray. 
 
 Whose torn lu'art is in loneliness hleeding; 
 Who, agoni/ed. (dung to his paraly/ed ehiy. 
 
 When his spirit from earth was receding. 
 
 Be withered the arm which directed that blow ; 
 
 That wound, ah ! no science could biiul it; 
 The Widow's sad tears, and the Nation's dee]) woe 
 
 H(dl back (»n the hearts that designed it. 
 
LKT iilM COMK/^ 
 
 li(!t him ('nine, it' lie <l;in's. Id liini (•(•nit'. 
 
 With his iiiyriiiiiidii liordcs n'cr tlic scm. 
 Ami we'll iiu'ct liiiii, iiiid '^Vi'iA him witii trmiiput and 
 (iniiii. 
 
 A}(' and teach him the mii;ht of the I'lvc. 
 
 The ^rcy mountains ut' Aihi(>ir> land. 
 
 Or tlic vales where our furefathers Ided. 
 Will never l»e tr<»d hy a e"m(|U('rinir ]>an(l. 
 
 While their S(jiis have a heart's drop to shed. 
 
 Tiet him rome tVnm his hoastud Saint (Moud. 
 With numlterless hosts in his train ; 
 
 We i 
 
 ear not. we duai 
 
 1 not, 
 
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 uive him a shroud 
 
 And a urave. hnt ne'er heiid to his (diain. 
 
 AVhat I a {''reiudiman. enthroned on that heieht. 
 
 Where \' H'l'oH l.v's ScKI'TH K is swayed":' 
 N'o. hy heaven ! the sun must roll hack into iiii;ht, 
 
 Kre tlius lii'itain's hriuht laurels can fade. 
 
 W(! have hulwarks of tire on the sea. 
 
 We 1 
 
 lave patriot hearts on the shoi'c 
 
 Our land is. and ave will he. the home of the; free, 
 
 While tl 
 
 I ere s 
 
 blood 
 
 III our bosoms to pour 
 
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 * Written diirinjj the excitement wliieh prevailed some years aiijo 
 in England, occasioned by the suspicion tliat tiie late Emperor 
 Napoleon III. conten'plated an invasion ol'dreat Britain. 
 
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 POEMS AND SONGS, 
 
 Then Imrrali i'or mir ('(miitrv ;iii<l (^iiccii ! 
 
 Our wivi's and (uir I'Inidrcii and lioiiic ! 
 Tlic proud despot may flaunt tlin-uuli liis pantoiniun 
 scene. 
 
 ]5ut across, if he dares, let him eonic!. 
 
 
AliniV McKAY. 
 
 "He's the king o' guid fellows, and wale o' auld men." 
 
 I 'ye roamed in the east, and I 've roamed in the west 
 And I 've mixed 'maiig the; circles by iurtune caressed, 
 But for true honest wortli, and a heart that beats high, 
 Commend me to KilHe's bard, Auciiv McKay. 
 
 His heart, hand and pen, are aye ready 1 ween. 
 
 To help e'en a fae. maist an meikle's a frien', 
 
 Ye may search thrcjugh braid Scothmd, and never descry 
 
 A chiel' mair obliging than AitciiY McKay. 
 
 \Yith pridef'u' conceit he ne'er cocks up his nose, 
 But 's kind and leal-hearted wluu-ever he goes ; 
 A bite for the hungry, a drink for the dry, 
 Are never a wanting frae Auohy 3IcKay. 
 
 A word o' guid counsel he aye has to spare 
 For the victim oppressed by fell sorrow or care ; 
 And while he breathes comfort, his e'e 's seldom dry ; 
 There's but few folk ye '11 meet wi'. like Alien Y >[cKaY. 
 
 Tis pleasing to see him beside his air. ingle, 
 Whar a' sorts o' bodies in unity mingle, 
 Priests, lawyers and doctors, are no' the least shy, 
 About entering the back shop u' Arciiy McKay. 
 
 Doep, deep is he read, in the beuks o' langsyne. 
 Baith Homer and Virgil he kens ilka line, 
 

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 POEMS AX]) SONGS, 
 
 Their faults and tlicir bc^autios. stand eloar to liis eye. 
 For a critical noddle has Arciiy McKay. 
 
 On history's paue he can revel wi' ease, 
 He cracks like a saue o' the earth and the seas. 
 And in ilk thing he speaks o'. a moral he '11 spy, 
 lie's a lang-headed fellow, this Alien v McKay. 
 
 The book that he writes about famous auld Killie, 
 
 Displays him a talented, auld farren billie. 
 
 He cracks in 't sae knacky, sae pithy and sly, 
 
 That we laugh aye, and greet too, wi' AiiciiY McKay. 
 
 
 
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 His lyre's uielting tones set the saul a' on flame, 
 When he sings o' the rapturous pleasures o' hame ; 
 'Mang auld Scotland's bardies there 's few that can vie 
 Wi' this muse-lavoured carlie. blythe Archy McKay. 
 
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 Though no' <|uite si> learu'd, 's just as guid as himsel ; 
 This maks a' folks happy, and cheerfu' forbye, 
 Wha happen to ca' upon Arciiy McKay. 
 
 Noo lare-ye-weel Archy. but while I hae life, 
 I '11 aye bear in memory baith thee and thy wife ; 
 And if first ye should seek your abode in the sky, 
 Then T '11 greet o'er your ashes, dear Archy McKay. 
 
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 Most respectfully inscribed to our auld friend and favourite, 
 the " KoniN Eedbrk.vst." 
 
 Yo 're welcome again to our Ian' llobin Red, 
 To cheer baith the c'enin' and dawn, Robin Red, 
 Wi' thy sweet plaintive strains, 
 While the ance verdant plains 
 Are hid by the snaw that has fa'en, Robin Red. 
 
 0' a' Nature's minstrels, ye 're king, Robin Red; 
 
 Ane and a', clean and fair, ye can ding, Robin Red ; 
 When John Frost, the auld loon, 
 Spreads red nebs through the town. 
 
 To our sauls a sweet solace ye bring, Robin Red. 
 
 The blackbird and mavis, ochone, Robin Red, 
 With the laverock and lintic arc gone, Robin Red j 
 
 p]'on auld Nature hersel' 
 
 Seems to weep and to wail, 
 While ye soothe wi' your heart-stirring tone, Robin Red. 
 
 Ve 're a sodgerly, stout-hearted chield, Robin Red, 
 FiVer valiant in camp or in field, Robin Red ; 
 
 Were auld Hornie thy foe. 
 
 Ye wad gie blow for blow, 
 Aye, and fecht till ye 'd fa' ere ye 'd yield, Robin Red. 
 
 Noo the callants are fidging fu' fain, Robin Red, 
 In hopes soon to mak' thee their ain, Robin Red; 
 
 Sae beware o' their traps, 
 
 Or wha kens what mishaps 
 IMay befa' ere the winter bo gane, Robin Red. 
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 In my youtli-tiiiic — I mind o 't In' wcul, Robin Ked — 
 My a in selfish ploasures to st'td. Kohin lied, 
 
 Wi' ;i j;ir and some liair 
 
 I constructed a snare, 
 liaitli tiiee and thy freedom to steal. Kobin Red. 
 
 Syne I spread it out snitch after snitch. Robin Red, 
 On the bank by the side o' u ditch, Robin Red. 
 
 And wi' pleasure I s;i\v. 
 
 Ere five minutes awa, 
 )Le were up to the houghs in a hitch, Robin Red, 
 
 Up I ran wi' the speed o' n hare. Robin Red. 
 To secure thee, but ere richt aware< Robin Red, 
 
 My taes struck a stump, 
 
 Sac I fell wi' a plump. 
 O'er the lugs in the ditch clean and fair, Robin Red- 
 
 Wi' sair botching, and heching, and pyne, Robin Red, 
 I got out. cursing baith thee and thine, Robin Red ; 
 Syne wi' cauld shivering frame 
 Sought the nearest way hame, 
 And ne'er gaed ;i trapping sinsyue, Robin Red. 
 
 Here 's, may sic like mishaps be his share, Robin Redy 
 Wha to wrang thee would cruelly dare, Robin Red; 
 And were I a king, 
 A' sic scoundrels wad swing 
 By the heels ae half hour in the air, Robin Red. 
 
 Noo, fareweel, and may fortune aye shine, Robin Red,, 
 Upon thee and the hale o' thy line, Robin Red ; 
 I thy worth will revere, 
 Through each fast-fleeting year. 
 Till my life's latest breath I resign. Robin Red, 
 
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 Hn Red. 
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 iDin Red, 
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 .lOCK WI' TIIK (VRIMSON DK^KIK. 
 
 Ye may searcli tlirontrh the land irac one ciul till the ither, 
 Maiijjr a' sorts it' bodies, 'nianir fowls o' a' feather. 
 And ye '11 no' find a kindlier husband or faith<'r 
 / Than .Joek \vi' the crimson diekie. 
 
 A sonsier bird ye '11 no' find in the parish. 
 }^ae stately his step, and his plumac;e so rarish. 
 A spirit uiHMjualled. so reckless and darish 
 is .Jock \vi' the crimson <lickie. 
 
 At the head o' the Kecklers he struts trig and sprucely. 
 Whiles stretchiuuc his neck out and crawinijj fu' crousely, 
 Then stoppinu. deals roun' his kind favours fu' douoely, 
 Kind fJock \vi' the crimson diekie. 
 
 lie eidently scrapes baith on turf and on midden. 
 The hens are aye ready fo come at his biddin'. 
 When 'njani:' tluan his scrapins an^ fairly dividden 
 Hy fJ(»ck wi" till! crimson diekie. 
 
 Me is mild as a priest when enjiaged at his pickins. 
 Jhit bauld as an eaiile when wai- his nei've (juickens. 
 Till death he w;i(l i'eciit i'or his hens or his (diickens. 
 Hrave dock wi' the crimson diekie. 
 
 His spurs are an inch lang and sharp as twa lances. 
 As rivals a' fei'l when before them he dances, 
 Six kicks at the maist. and they're brought to their sense;* 
 JJv Jock wi' the crimson di<!kie. 
 
 
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 (luid help the puir fool wha wad dare try to cuekol him. 
 For quickly as thought .lock's sure aye to huckle him. 
 And winna leave off till completely he knuckle hini, 
 Hauld Jock wi' the crimson dickit'. 
 
 Short syne a young encamp wi' a comb red 's a cherry 
 Came yont to Jock's quarters and tried to make merry, 
 But quick (>\ir the fence he flew oft" in a flurry 
 Frae Jock wi' the crimson dickie. 
 
 Whaii )n. and his wives seek their roost in the e'ening, 
 'Tis pleasing to see them a' towards him leaning. 
 And li*. keijo by a chuck what ilk ane o' them's meaninu', 
 Learn'd Jock wi' the crimson dickie. 
 
 Wad men throw their pomp 'midst the mire that they 
 
 trample. 
 And wisely abide by Jock's honest example, 
 They 'd keep wives and weans baith in meat and claes 
 
 ample, 
 
 Like Jock wi' the crimson dickie. 
 
 [ '11 noo drap my sar.g, sae guid nicht to ye Jockie, 
 Lang may ye strut on your pins firm as a rockie, 
 My best wish be wi' you my braw gawcie cockie, 
 Rare Jock wi' the crimson dickie. 
 
nickol him, 
 cklo him. 
 
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 sat and chics 
 
 Jockie, 
 kie, 
 3kie, 
 
 POOR, BUT INDEPENDENT. 
 
 Let t^L'ind'rers with their pois'nous breath 
 
 Exhale contamination ; 
 SubjectiniJ^ to a moral death. 
 
 Kach envied reputation ; 
 The death-f rnits of their hollow hearts. 
 
 Short time may hv ascendant; 
 Be truth our shield 'crainst falsehood's darts. 
 
 Though poor, we 're independent. 
 
 Let malice with its ir^r^on eye. 
 
 And vitals of aspersion. 
 Invent and vend the Idasting lie. 
 
 Or cut-throats, by inversion; 
 A vaunt jLrrim fiend I thy scorpion sting, 
 
 For ill. may be transcendent; 
 But time its antidote will bring, 
 
 Though poor, we 're independent. 
 
 Let envy fume gainst better men ; 
 
 Jjet treachery point the dagger ; 
 Let slander seek corruption's den ; 
 
 Let malice blust'ring swagger ; 
 We dare them all ! Their might, combined 
 
 With all the fiends attendant, 
 May vouml^ but can't xuhdne the mind 
 
 Of him that 's independent. 
 
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EPISTLE TO MR. CHARLES FLEMING. 
 
 AuLD Cronie. 
 
 Paisley, 29th October, 1845. 
 
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 The day and a' its toils are past, 
 Loud roars the biting eastern blast, 
 
 Outside, all 's dark and dreary ; 
 The rain keeps rattling on the win nock. 
 While Meg lies snoring in her hammock, 
 
 As soun 's a tap or peerie. 
 
 But here I set my weary clay. 
 Ordained to be the Muse's prey, 
 
 While winds and owls are screaming; 
 When hour of twelve the town clock chimes, 
 Close by the ingle, scribbling rhymes 
 
 To dainty Charlie Fleming. 
 
 Lang may ye live, my cantie chiel, 
 Aye bless'd wi' walth o' milk and meal. 
 
 And free of sad dull care ; 
 That heaven may send a blythe wee wife. 
 To cheer the evening of your life, 
 
 Is my devoted prayer. 
 
 With her thy days would wing wi' pleasure. 
 Thy nichts would yield an unken'd treasure. 
 
 While lying side by side ; 
 Around her lily neck thy arm 
 To keep aye cozy, snug and warm, 
 
 Thy blythesome, bonny bride. 
 
EPISTLK TO MH. ('II.AHLES FLKMTNG. 
 
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 When cheek to cheek, and lip to lip, 
 The honey of her niou' ye 'd sip 
 
 In transports of delight. 
 And sigh to leave the hallowed bed 
 E'en when o'er hill and dale was spread 
 
 The morning's golden light. 
 
 And when belyve love's sacred flame 
 Brought, smiling to thy happy hame, 
 
 A wee bit lass, or laddie. 
 What on this yirth mair joy could gie 
 Than when it, prattling on thy knee, 
 
 Would, laughing, call thee — daddy. 
 
 Oh ! how that magic sound would dart 
 A tingling rapture to your heart, 
 
 And thrill through a' thv frame ; 
 Thy life would hae a richer zest 
 While clasping to thy throbbing breast 
 
 Thy bairnie or thy dame. 
 
 Sae cheer up Charlie, never think 
 Because ye 're noo on forty's brink, 
 
 That lasses winna tent ye ; 
 But cock thy bonnet, oil thy hair, 
 Kaim forth thy whiskers, and I '11 swear 
 
 Ye '11 pass for five-and-twenty. 
 
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 There 's mony lasses trim and neat, 
 Through thick and thin would share thy fate, 
 Till baith grew auld and hoary; 
 
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 And when your mortal race M'as run. 
 What joy to meet, beyond the sun. 
 Tn realms of bliss and jxlory. 
 
 Noo here, my frien'. 1 '11 stop my rhyme. 
 Sac farweel (-harlie for a time. 
 
 Hut trow me, I am fullv — 
 While fit to gar Seoteh wordies jingle. 
 To seratch my pen, or draw a linglc — 
 
 Your's truly, Riiy.MiNu Willie, 
 
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KPISjLE to MK. DOXAI.l) ROSS, 
 
 OF HALIFAX. N. S. 
 
 Saint John, N. B., October lOtli, 18r>3, 
 
 Dear J)oiial(l Hoss. witli littlo loss 
 
 Of titno, I <:(»t tliy letter, 
 And iil't [ troii. I read it through. 
 
 And ilk time tlmeht it better. 
 With knacky art ye r(!ach my heart ; 
 
 Whene'er you preaeh or jest, uuin 
 I feel the same r(>spon.sive iiame 
 
 Aye kindle in my breast, man. 
 
 Eh! man alive, you jdeasing drive, 
 
 I think I'll ne'er forget, man; 
 The hills aud lakes, the erags and brakes, 
 
 Still in my heart are set, man. 
 The uscjuabae was sweet that day, 
 
 Aud sae were chuckle's jiius, man, 
 When fu' o' glee we took our tea, 
 
 In Portobello's luns, man. 
 
 Our parting dram, sync out we cam'. 
 
 Our kites baith stent aud steeve, man, 
 To mount our car and dash afar. 
 
 But soon we had to grieve, mau. 
 A sad mishap, the hostler chap — 
 
 The deevil cure his tricks, man — 
 The shaft had broke through guile or joke, 
 
 Which left us in a fix. nnm. 
 

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 1,'U) POKM.s AM) SON (IS. 
 
 Till Neilli«' Haiii. \vi' kiiicli mikI stniiii. 
 
 And tliiTc yards* <»' a tow. man. 
 With moikle art tied up tin; part. 
 
 And ended a' the row, man ; 
 Then whip and sjtur. we afl'did whnr. 
 
 (Mieored ])y thy queerosl eraeks. man, 
 lioud lauuhter rani:; the hale road 'lant;, 
 
 Dull care was at (»ur hacks, man. 
 
 To Ilalil'ax I owi' a ta\ 
 
 Of gratitude sae rare, man, 
 That faith ] 've foar.s that twenty years, 
 
 Wont find nie tit to square, man. 
 It's men sae kythe. it's dames sae blythe, 
 
 Sae bonny and sae kin', man. 
 By a' serene, ilk witehint!; (jueen 
 
 Se(!ms sometliiiig maist divine, man. 
 
 In richest ijuise it's mansions rise 
 
 Like majesty ineoL^ man. 
 And knives St. John, oehone. oehone I 
 
 Enveloped in a log, man. 
 It's martial sons, it's Jiattery guns, 
 
 It's OlTADKIi and DOCK-YAIHI), 
 Tell Uncle Sam, without a sham, 
 
 Tliat Johnnie Hull 's nai; (\>ck-Laird. 
 
 Tell Postman Jock, the gleesome cock. 
 
 Wlien we attain forgathei . 
 jiy a' that's guid John Harley's bluid 
 
 Will moistifv our leatlier ; 
 
KI'ISTLK lO MR. DONALD UOSS. 
 
 Mm t//()iriiii/ i/ifi'/t-s. his fatfiiii hrrrlcs. 
 His Ixii/pijnn iiiul Ills (/(iiiriii;/, 
 
 That Frkliiy ("'en wht'ii tVicn' mot Irion', 
 Woro ])i'rt'('('ilv ontrjiuciiiLr. 
 
 MjK'konzio tuo. tiio Kiiil Mild true. 
 
 Whii tunes sic sweet .strathspeys, man, 
 May I'ortuiie's smile his hours bo^uilo, 
 
 And ehoer liis hitter days, man. 
 1 soo his form bold as a storm, 
 
 t hoar his stirrinu; lilt. man. 
 And frank would gio a pint to soo 
 
 Him dro.ssod in plaid and kilt, nun. 
 
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 To Jamio (Jroig I humbly beg 
 
 My best re.spects ye '11 gi'e man. 
 For he 's a wicht o' honour bricht, 
 
 And wit beams frae his e'e, man. 
 A hearty dose o' Athole broso 
 
 I wish him e'en and morn, man, 
 Forby a sang frae Geordie Lang, 
 
 Wha tunes sao wool his horn, man. 
 
 Let sordid knaves slink to their graves, 
 
 Mankind will never miss them, 
 But kin'ly chaps and social draps 
 
 I ever weel shall wiss them. 
 A glass o' strunt and canny lunt 
 
 When kindred hearts forgather, 
 Recall to min' blythe auld langsyne, 
 
 When in the land o' heather. 
 
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 Sae Donald dear, as much 1 tear 
 
 Your patience lias run out, man. 
 J '11 drap my sang, but ore I gang, 
 
 We '11 hae a parting tout, man • 
 iSo ''here's the land where Bruce's band 
 
 Proud Edward's might did shiver; 
 The land o' lakes, o' hills and cakes, 
 
 Our native land forever." 
 
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EPISTLK TO 11. KKLTIE. Esq. 
 
 Saint John, X. E.. 'JTth January, 181)4 
 
 My (k:ir Mr. Keltic, 
 
 I 'vi' uioiuitod my ,slioltic, 
 'i'o scour tlic Piiriiassian green. 
 
 To take the fresh air, man, 
 
 And seek rhyming ware, man, 
 For ane I may tndy ca' f'ricn'. 
 
 How 's a' wi' yc Hobin ? 
 
 Lang may ye keep bobbin' 
 Your pow to «ome auld fashioned tune : 
 
 Lanjr tot out and in. man. 
 
 The pride of your kin. man, 
 And credit of this our guid toun. 
 
 Does 3lis.s still keep canty ^ 
 
 And douce honest Aunty 'i 
 And a' things about your fireside]:' 
 
 For nought mair (M3uld cheer, man, 
 
 This heart, than to hear, man, 
 Ye 're a' snug and tight, ilka hide. 
 
 My lugs up I prickit, 
 
 On getting yon ticket, 
 For which I now gie you my thanks; 
 
 And still shall I min'. man, 
 
 A nicht sac divine, man, 
 While able to shuffle my shanks, 
 
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 The (limier was fine. man. 
 
 And sao was the wine, man. 
 The toddy ^tifi", reekin' and warm. 
 
 The waitevsj, ilk chiel. man. 
 
 His part played sue weel, man. 
 Ye 'd thocht it was done by a charm. 
 
 Our worthy aidd Chairman, 
 
 I hereby declare, man, 
 Is, has been, and ever will be, 
 
 A pride to all Scotsmen^ 
 
 And pattern to pots-men 
 On yon and this side of the sea. 
 
 And yon cantie Billie, 
 That cam' Irae auld Killie, 
 
 Wha sat at the foot of the table, 
 
 Made things gae sae screiviug, 
 That raptures maist deaving. 
 
 The house shook frae gable to gable. 
 
 And yon ither caddie, 
 
 The laug-lcgget laddie, 
 Wha spak' of the Patriots langsyne ; 
 
 He gabbit sae glib, man, 
 
 Ye'd thocht he was sib, man, 
 To Peel or some else in his line. 
 
 The sangs how they streamed, man, 
 The wit how it gleamed, man, 
 Frae the Mayor and Aldermen doon 
 
EPISTLK TO K. KELTIE, Ks^. 
 
 To the Meroliant and .Souter 
 Wha sang of tlie inouter. 
 To ploasf Hobiii Taiiisoii tlio loon. 
 
 Tlu' Shcrra. Oiiid ])l('ss him 
 And a' tliat wccl-wiss him; 
 
 JIc acted his part likt; a man : 
 Aye willing and ready, 
 He kept his course steady, 
 
 His jioal hcunii' harmony's van. 
 
 Bnt n(»o til contdude sir, 
 F-*ermit me. my good sir. 
 
 To pay you the tribute that 's due, man, 
 The thanks o' a bardie 
 I'or workin" sae bardie 
 
 In honour of'Ilobin the Plouiihnuni. 
 
 I^et wha will complain sir. 
 
 I firmly maintain sir, 
 To you does the credit belang 
 
 Of starting our •• IJurns (Mub," 
 
 A?id if ony niean grub 
 Denies it, I tell him he's wrang. 
 
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 Sae lino Kubin Keltie, 
 
 As my poor wee sheltie 
 l» sweatin' and sair out o' win'. 
 
 Thou honest and leal man. 
 
 I ])id thee fareweel, man. 
 And drap whip and spurs to the grun", 
 
p:PrSTLK TO Mil. WALTKU WATSOX, 
 
 Author of "Wo'vo riye beon ]»r<)vi(!«nl IVr, aiin sac will wo yet : ' 
 '•Jut'kit' 's far awa," t^c 
 
 Paislev, November, 1848. 
 
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 Just noo, my auld p;utchcr. tlio thoclit has eouio junipin'- 
 While tlirouuli my oruzod pow yon nine la^^scs are 
 
 stuinpin'. 
 To tak IVao the ])Uiikcr mv laitlit'u' aul<l wliistk', 
 
 And lilt twa three vers 
 
 .scv<. Ill lorin n ei)istie 
 
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 To ane I "11 revere Avi' a heart-felt devotien 
 
 While liiirrieaues runkle the face e' the oeean. 
 
 Sae here liy the iimlc \\V pen. ink and papi'r. 
 
 Anld entty wecl ])rinie(l, and tlu- uas inr a ta])er 
 
 Blythe Meis h\ mv ^^ide busy darnin' a stockinir, 
 
 While wi' her richt lout the bairn's eradh' she 's rockinu 
 
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 Wee Johnnie is snoring asleep in his hannnoek, 
 
 Wi' kite paeket {"n o' guid aiten meal drunnnoek : 
 
 Mysel' here I sit wi' a heart like a leather. 
 
 Thouii'h a string o' blaek prospects, as lang as a tether. 
 
 Surround ; ever cheered by the sun o' the future. 
 
 I gar a' things dreary remain in the neuter : 
 
 A king may be gaudy, be pompous and wealthy, 
 
 But than me, nane 's niair blythe when the bairnies are 
 
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 T. nwn i 'ni whiles fashed wi' a wee bit dcprcssio 
 But that T ave view as a nat'ral disiression ; 
 
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K IM S I' I . E r ( ) MR. W A I > r K K W \ V S ON. 1 M; 
 
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 uuipin < 
 :scs are 
 
 •ot'kinu-; 
 
 >thor. 
 
 iiies art' 
 
 Sae scud it awa' as a thing to uuike joest (•'. 
 
 And 8C'f)rn 't likci a tnio son o' reckic auld Seeatu.* 
 
 3Iy worthy auld carlic, this while 1 'vc been thinking 
 Thy legs niioht do waur than to Paisley nonio linking, 
 To pay a frien's visit tu mv. and my kiiunier 
 Some time, soon or syne, between this and the Simmer. 
 T 've nae piekled trashtries for strangers to gron at. 
 But there 's meal in tlu- poek. and guid luck in the eruet; 
 Wo never were rieh, but our Maker be thankit. 
 Wo ne'er in the gulfo' adversity sank yet; 
 I've twa hands that ean work. sa<' wi' IVucv to tend it. 
 Thank (xuid I we hao aye made a passable fend yet; 
 Fn Tny purse there 's a saxjienee tlint wears the (Queen's 
 
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 ()' whilk ycTse get shar».' o' until the last bodle ; 
 To boot, a guid bed. in the town there 's nane better. 
 To rest thy tired shunks. when yv 're worn out wi' elatt(U'; 
 A bedfellow too. who will join in sleep's solo. 
 Wool pleased to Ix' n(!ar such a son o' Apollo. 
 
 By Sanct MirriMi I wIumi ance at the ta])le we 're seated, 
 By nnisie and frien'ship and whisky elated. 
 Should earo d;ire to enter, he '11 sink in the licker. 
 While we toast his fall o'er a full-flowing bicker. 
 The erand)o in blauds we will screed to ilk ither, 
 O'erjoyed wi' the pleasure o" mecjting thegither. 
 Blythe iMitclu^ll and Fleming will join in the quorum, 
 .\nd dainty .MeDojiald shall lilt Tullochgorum ; 
 T(!etot'lers may gloom, and condemn sic carouses, 
 I deem it a tribute we owe to the Muses; 
 
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 Drink sherbert whu inny, I will no'er cry a parley. 
 
 But nou<;ht warms tlic lienrt like tlio Muid o' Jdlin Barley. 
 
 Thoufih arnied wi' stem I'liry tlie winter lulvniiecs. 
 Thouiih Bfircas revels, and ieiele <:lanees; 
 Thouuh Nature throu'ihout seems ])aith siuliinj:; and 
 
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 Her minstrels a' mute, ^avc the red-breasted Ivobin ; 
 Tliougli flowers are decayed, I rcLiard not the differ, 
 Wijihi firm on their base stand the braes o' Gleniffer, 
 Tin' whilk. when ye eimie, be it raining or snawin', 
 ]>e it freezing like Iceland, or hurricanes blawing, 
 We '11 visit in honour o' Scotia's sweet san^ster — 
 Tannahill — thy auld i'ricn'. and o' poets the bangster. 
 We '11 view Stanley Castle, noo tottering and hoary, 
 Memento o' auld Caledonia's glory ; 
 Thouuh <rone 
 
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 It still claims our love for the brave and true-hearted. 
 
 Who joined heart and hand, in one sole 
 
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 And hurled from its dome to ]>niud Denmark defiance. 
 O'er the braes, ane and a', clad in storm-coat o' heather 
 We'll ramble and scrandjle wi" hearts like a feather; 
 And view ilka neuk that the Poet taks note o' — 
 The glen wrapt in gloom, and the Craigic-linn grotto ; 
 Syne roun' wi' a sweep by auld l^llerslie clachan, 
 Whtise yill aften sets honest Kllcn's a laughing; 
 Whar close wrapt in honour in majesty wavcst 
 The tree that aneo shielded the bauldest and bravest. 
 
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 And Scotland, puir Scotland, disconsolate, wailed him; 
 Where stands a lone towei-. to which fame aye shall 
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KPISTLF. TO M IJ. W.Al^TIiK WATSON. KiO 
 
 The tower that lmvc Itirtli to our u'lorious Wallace. 
 Hail, name of my heart, whos.^ true conra<ie undaunted, 
 Aft baffl.^d in Icittlf tli- luiulit I'Mward vaunted, 
 And raised tliy 1 ivcd laud (';'iiui c irruptiiui and slavery, 
 To honour and niiuht l»y toy ("lusuniuiatt' hi-avcry, 
 ]Jut a knave, f )Ui as hell I — iu my siud how 1 hate hini — 
 May venu;eane,' from li.'iveu at d ;oiiisday await him — 
 Sold thv life t • thv i'^y'< — fdthv u^ld w.is his barter; 
 And ye died lor our c niutry ; — lor IVeedom a martyr. 
 The List spot on our chart t > which i'ame points the 
 
 needle. 
 Is the birthplace o' Wilson.''' foi-lorn in the Seedle, 
 Beside vender eraus o'er which Cartha comes uushin":, 
 And foams wild as i'renzy v/hil' downwards it 's rushing; 
 Clouds of sprav seek (he skv IVom the uulf that lies 
 
 under. 
 While the mills on ilk side loud re-echo its thunder; 
 Meet haunt for the 3Ius.:'s. Avhen rude surly ]5oreas, 
 In hoarse whistlinLi" s;»iuul.-. blends his Noice iu the chorus. 
 
 Noo, here. hone>i frieu'. I shall wind a conclusion. 
 As the iiicht has urowii late, and my lirains in confusion; 
 Sae farewcel, dear Walter; but trou me. while Winter 
 Brint2:s death to the hai"e and dcliuht to the hunter; 
 While Sprinu' wakes the ulee o' l)aith youthfu' and hoary; 
 While i^immer pi'cscnts nature wr.ij»t uj) iu ulory ; 
 While Autumn undresses baith ,>lirub, bush, and hard- 
 oak — 
 Ye '11 live in the heart o' vour fricn'. 
 
 William Murdocil 
 
 ♦Alexander Wilson, the American Ornitbulogisf. and author of 
 WnttT and Afeg." Sec. 
 
 ;^'^'i 
 
A N s w E t; 
 
 Audi 
 
 maini 
 
 •20tli December. 184H. 
 
 Dear Willte 
 
 IP:', 
 
 The first steps o' lite.' ;ire sae slinrt and unsteady, 
 
 That haste caiina trust to its speed — 
 The hau' o' a trustwortliy <;uide maun bo ready, 
 
 Or down eonies the wee body's liead : 
 But health, flow'ry health. \vi' the service <i' plenty. 
 
 Will rax up the Ixty to the man. 
 And what he smn/ do at his sweet ane-and-twenty. 
 
 He's ready to think that he '■mi. 
 Nae leidinu. nae watehin'. nae teliinu' is wantit; 
 
 The foibles o' age uet a smile ; 
 A body in bloom, an' a spirit undauntit. 
 
 He '11 dash throuuh a journey in style; 
 
 Whate'er sort 
 
 (»' spirit may ruKi in 
 
 his I 
 
 )osom. 
 
 Some mystie, magnetical jxiwer 
 
 Will draw kindred spirits about "im to sprose 'im. 
 
 Let fortune be kedtj: 
 
 le or Sour 
 
 h 
 
 d 
 
 frol 
 
 J a en up wi himsel an nis spanks, in a 
 
 Owre bougie he splnttiM's at e'(>n. 
 Yet. girn as he may wi' the girds o' the eolie 
 
 ic. 
 
 lie winna let on whar he 's b 
 
 een. 
 
 Though years be required to lead up to the summit 
 
 'J'hat 
 
 man 
 
 hood 
 
 reviews as its own. 
 
 Yet 
 
 years pressmg on wi 
 
 11 by 
 
 i.um 
 
 berti 
 
 o ercomc it, 
 
 An' time-laden manhood comes down. 
 
ANSWER 
 
 I4i 
 
 nil. 
 
 In 
 
 mit 
 
 Yot back to the sid;- \vh:ir th;' I) '.uiis o' tl»o niorni 
 
 n<r 
 
 Ij('(1 mii'th in tlic <iii\v;iiiv >jr.MMi 
 
 H 
 
 e llOVl'l" ('MM 
 
 rv 
 
 liarli 
 
 >:)ur thi' liDji • n rt'tnniinjji; 
 
 r<) share in tlu' s]> »i-f> h," lri> s't'ii. 
 
 'T is "WOL'l it' ;uiil)itlnii aii'l |)ri(l • i:':i<' aiiiissiii' 
 
 Ere iVailty ])L' iiiakin' its naiiic 
 For wi(/ to h.) f.uvMiiost is Ir.inllv a l)lossi 
 
 11 
 
 If (iiKtlljii'dtiiiii ]»!■ uaiio 
 
 But 
 
 iiue conicr ]iiikm nor skuUcin lor a 
 
 that, 
 
 The sac ordered limr, v/irr(. an" irh 
 
 (■II . 
 
 AVe novor heard trll o' a mortal but twa. that 
 
 Won (dear «»' tli 
 
 e case at the en 
 
 Noo, Willie. I "ill siii-c ye "11 b- thiiilvin' 't a wonner 
 
 What a' this palaver's abniit; 
 I 'vo UhI luyser in, but as Mire 's ! 'in a sinner, 
 
 I watna weel luiw to win out. 
 I'm auld as a body, and auld as a rhymer, 
 
 Far dmvn the liaek stile in tlicin biith. 
 Sae no as a tramper. an' eke as a <diim(U\ 
 
 I've whiles to baud still an' t:dv breath. 
 When I had read owrc yniir \\\ welcome epistle, 
 
 Invitin' to crambo chit-clial. 
 Thinks I. t;in I hid liut as rcadv a whistle. 
 
 AV 
 
 e wa( 
 
 bia 1 
 
 K' iaiiu' about that 
 
 Noo crazie mvsel'. an' I lie nnisi> ddiirc an' donner't, 
 
 We niicdit bii thoeht da It ti» b;"j,iii. 
 
 An' yet she sicht U]>. •• Sin we liac l)een sac honnert 
 
 Neiileet wad be somethiiiLi" like sin."' 
 Aweel. sir. 1 lippcn 't a scent to her baekin". 
 
 An' svne we aureet nn the i>l;m. 
 ()' tryinir a shift at the simile niakin', 
 
 An voket the ehaiiiies <•' m;in. 
 
m 
 
 POKMS AND .SUNGS. 
 
 VVhc'ii youiiii We were ulaket ;tii' lii'm to be iiiuckle, 
 
 An' ontanc'(! was just a dcliclit; 
 Sync inouthf'u'.s o' praise, an' a eantie hit cliuckle, 
 
 MisfV>rtun(3 ran dean out o' siclit — 
 But no unco far, for she winna liaud aff us; 
 
 Fair play I na, she never In'eds that — 
 At e'en or daylielit. na. nor slee}>in'. (iude safus. 
 
 What the deuce wad the kinnner be at; 
 Her niithor an' lier niak' their name o' the iraniesterM. 
 
 .n' a' 
 
 witty-i 
 
 leres atrree 
 
 That J//n.s has a pick at tlie wee silly rhyuisters, 
 
 An' sae fins my Music an 
 
 mo. 
 
 Yet, when a true brither like kin' Willie Murdoch, 
 
 Takes note o' this crarircuchie pow. 
 She'll aihlins prick up her auld lu^- to the Bardock, 
 
 An' hob})le awa a.s she <1 
 
 ow 
 
 Althou!j;'h in my breast I would i'ain mak a step to 
 
 Auld Soestu, sic cronies to nuHit. 
 'Tis out o' my power at the time to accept o' 
 
 The pleasures ye spread at my feet. 
 But hope's still alive, sac we '11 aihlins forgether, 
 
 An' shake a' thir sorrows adrift — 
 My "string o' black prospects, as lang as a tether,' 
 
 31ay rise like a mist to the lift, 
 Good nicht wi' yt'. Willie — my kindne.ss to Peggy, 
 
 An' Johnnie, yer bairi!. on her knee; 
 Forgctna some nicht, when ye 're airin' yer naigie. 
 
 To drap a bit stanza to me 
 
 Wattv W.atsun, 
 
KIMSTLK 
 
 To MH. JAMES MCLAHDIK. (iriASOOW. 
 
 Piiisli'v, 8th March, ISW. 
 
 Dear Jamik — 
 
 ' Stoni WiuU'i- noo has Hod awa, 
 
 And Spi'inj;' apace comes praiicini^ ; 
 The joyous fiowrets sweetly bhnv 
 
 Where sunny rays arc glancing; 
 Their sweet perfume^ when zephyrs blaw, 
 
 Is perfectly entrancing ; 
 The lambkins gay, wi' fleece like snaw, 
 On hillock taps are dancing, 
 AVi' joy this day. 
 
 Ance mair the sturdy ploughman chiel 
 
 Through fertile lasvns is gliding; 
 Ance mair the liedbreast 's gane afiel, 
 
 And ceased in man confiding ; 
 Ance mair the birds, in glen and shaw, 
 
 Their sweetest notes arc chiming ; 
 Ance mair my Muse has gi'en a ca' 
 
 And set m"^ thrang a rhyming 
 To thee this day. 
 
 Again the whirling wheels of time 
 
 Hae brought a towmont fairly, 
 Since last wi' thee I swappit rhyme 
 
 In routhy blauds or sparely ; 
 
tu 
 
 if. " 
 
 !]■ 
 
 Ir i: 
 
 J *. 
 
 144 POEM?: \xr) soxas. 
 
 l^Ut MOO f vnw. Itfiorc I stcck 
 My r'cii iti ^^lllllll)('rs (iri'uiiiy, 
 
 '[\\i\ vcix'. (tr iliiTc, «»!' rliyiiM' to clock. 
 Aii'l i^ciitl tlioii :i|]' ti) .laiiiii! 
 'I'liis \('i"v <liiy. 
 
 Mail. .):iiiii<> lad ! (juitc li(i«:'iii^ lain 
 
 I <4at thy wclcoinc letter; 
 I read it (»'er and o'er aiiain, 
 
 And Ilk time thought it l)ettcr ; 
 At times iny eliafls were like to erack 
 
 Wi' lannliin'^' at thy joking, 
 At tiuies Jiiy iieait. wliaek al'ter whack, 
 
 Against my brea:>t kept knocking 
 W'i' urief that day. 
 
 Where learned ye sie a knacky art 
 
 To breathe thy joys and sorrows? 
 How learned ye sae to gar my heart 
 
 Wi' thine, tor aye beat chorus? 
 Thy witching strains my bosom waruis^ 
 
 They're tuned sao smooth and skillie; 
 Come to my heart I come to my arms ! 
 
 Ye 're welcome aye to WiLLIE 
 On ony day. 
 
 Sanct Mungo's bairnies use ye weel, 
 As lang 's ye are amang them j 
 
 Or may the muckle liornie deil, 
 For misdemeanor whang them, 
 
 If ony ill-haired fechting scamps 
 Wad dare to harm thy body, 
 
r.PlSTLK T(*) MR. .TAJIKS MrLARDtf). 14.^ 
 
 14 
 
 IK'il wrint; their piiiiiclu's wi' tlio cramps. 
 Nor i:iist tlu'ir j^abs wi' tocldy. 
 IJc 'r iiiclif. (»r (lav. 
 
 Hut hear nic Jamie. woimLx are win' ; 
 
 'T is aeliniis speaiv flu; trusty ; 
 »^ae if ye 11 meet me some day sMim 
 
 lOrti time nur love makes rusty; 
 1 '11 shaw you then, a heart that's true, 
 
 And shall bo >!ao forever, 
 Till (b'ath sliall stop my earthly view, 
 
 And saul and body sover 
 
 For aye some day. 
 
 Awa ye warldly-miiided pack 
 
 W^ha idolize your riches; 
 The hearts and sauls of men yt; lack. 
 
 Yi! worthless misor wretches ; 
 (lie njc tile frien' that 's free o' ^uile. 
 
 Wi' saxpence whiles to sport on — 
 Then though I 'm overpressed wi' toil, 
 
 r'll snap my thundjs at fortune. 
 And siuLi; ilk day. 
 
 Kin<is. dukes and lords. 1 '11 ne'er euvv< 
 
 Unless my mind much alters ; 
 They're just u graceless dronish fry, 
 
 Wham a' should swing in halters; 
 I hae twa hands to work for clink. 
 
 A healthy kite for crowdy, 
 -v wife wha wears a pleasant blink, 
 
 And cash to pay the howdy, 
 Bclyve some day. 
 
uc, 
 
 POEMS AXD ^Ol^GS. 
 
 Hero M;i<:gy huh iiic liaiul uiy whooshf, 
 
 Nor liiiit sic Hiiiuttv tiu'Miiiiie:. 
 Sao, lost iiniyhaj) hor (onu'iio j;ots eroosbt, 
 
 I'll stop, to savo ('oiiijiiooiiiii<;; 
 Than .Mo,u'. a bottor witb iio'or MossimI 
 
 Tho liaiiio o' mail. 1 'in thinkiiiu' ; 
 But savo us a" I if barloy-oorii 
 
 Should sot inv o'ou a winkiuir 
 ( )ii <iny (lay. 
 
 Farewecl ; uiy raiii])liiig rhyuio 1 '11 close. 
 
 As luidiiiclit fast advauccs ; 
 My o'oii hao iioo l)oi;uii to doze. 
 
 To wink, or sot", as (diaiico is; 
 But trow uie, while 1 hao a heart. 
 
 The worth o' nuiii to cherish, 
 Thy iKvine shall no'vor t'rae it part. 
 
 Till mind and memory perish, 
 For aye some day. 
 
K r ! ST L K 
 
 TO ]M (ill McDONAM). i:s(^»r I It K. ( i l,.\ S( i( i\V . 
 
 Author ol' '• l\,M I lilies round ( rl;is<j;i)w," \('. 
 
 l*uhlislu'il Inllia! iXi'Ut Icuia.) uliu is liiiiisi-lf represented by 
 Mr. Graysteil willi the I'lilhi-.v iuir iiit rdductorv and criiieal re- 
 marks, on May loih, l.^oli. in one of ji series of art iclt's • iititled 
 ''■Chroniclrs lit' S'i,(.-' yiiiiKjo's (.'I ah," which were at that time l)ein}^ 
 published in the (•'/((."(/ow Tiuirs: 
 
 AJlo'J'OU/ fr/o <>/' (//(issr.-' Jiiirijiii hvi ,t iiitlnisidsfioilljj t/i.sjxisrd 
 of — nitrr Wititcr. 
 
 VVaitkk.- A letter for M r. ( iraysteil uitli t he ,\nieri('an post - 
 mark. [Kcit Waiter. 
 
 (,ri{.vvsTi:ii..- An American Utter to'- me; let me see't. On, ay: 
 its t'rae Willie Murdoch, the liernjit o' Partridge Island, all' Saint, 
 John, New Urunswick. I ken the hand; and, as I leeve, it con- 
 tains a huij; screed o" rhyme, Willie lia-na left his Muse ahint 
 him in Paisley, allhouijh I'm jelouKin" there's a i^uid hit o' his 
 heart in that auld toon and its !j;ate-ends. 
 
 Wiii.Mtiss. If there's no secrets in the effusion. T would like 
 to hear what the late souter of St. Marx's Lane has thus sent for 
 our gratilicat ion "ower the saut sea I'aem." 
 
 GuAVSTKii,.- -Secrets ! Xa, na. there's nae secrets that an honest 
 man miehtna hear in t he verses o' our t rniis- Atlantic brither. Sao, 
 rax me my specs, and I'll let ye hear what the poet o' l*artrid<je 
 Island luH to say for liimsel". .Nou, .at tent ion tjents. (Ktvids) 
 
 Tart rid'ie Island. St .|,,!m. \ I'.,, \pril I. 1S.".(, 
 J)KAU III (ill IK — 
 
 With rajiMircil hi'arl. 1 iliiiir the dcil 
 To (HH'iich the lowc n' liivc I feci, 
 Wliil-' ill this lone ('nlimil)i;iii Ijcil. 
 
 .Mv .^il|S(' I set lior. 
 T<> write inv woitliv fVicn" (Jrayslcil 
 A rriciilv Icfter 
 
 i!! 
 
lit< 
 
 rOEMS AM) SOSG!^. 
 
 m 
 
 t\i 
 
 <'<"iii(' 1)11. iiiy .Muse, inspire mv rhvmc 
 (J;ir ilkii word .-uul st'iitfMice cliiiiic ; 
 And ;iil)lins tinuo \vi' tliduuht snliliiiir 
 
 a' verse or iimir 
 
 T't s}»r(';i(l y(;i[r t':uin' tlinmuli Scotijis cliii 
 As liardic riirc 
 
 Here. (Ill n lonely soa-u'irt Isle. 
 Whtir's scarce a treo to Li'raco the soil. 
 Nor flower at dewy morn to smile 
 
 Wi' fragrant bloom. 
 Nor siniiinu liird to cheer our toil 
 
 And mental iiloom. 
 
 le 
 
 I 
 
 ('los(! seated bv the eodkinij' stove. 
 
 ul 
 
 iinir wlien uliais's and taiiM(\s rove — 
 
 At h 
 
 The wife and tlu 
 
 e wee Dairns I love 
 
 1 1. 
 
 Dee]) wrajit in slnml)ei"s — 
 .^ly lanusyne faith and truth to prove. 
 J'oui" out my numbeis. 
 
 Without, the wind is pijiinu loud; 
 Death's darkness hill and dale enshroud 
 Nae star is sei'u aboon the tdoud. 
 
 ^v 
 
 n 
 
 kii 
 
 1 sitarKiin e c 
 
 And waves come rolfni' fierce and proud 
 Frae far at sea. 
 
 Just 
 
 noo I hear the breakers roar 
 
 Auiang t 
 
 he 
 
 rocks that gir( 
 
 I tlie si 
 
 lorc 
 
 1 
 
 Still Ma. 
 
 ->i'"'^ 
 
 ' U'ies the tith(>r snore 
 
 
 
 
 
 In sweet 
 
 repose. 
 
 
 
 And bairns. 
 
 responsive, grunt encore 
 
 
 J 
 
 
 Tiirough 
 
 mouth 
 
 and 
 
 uoac. 
 
EFISTIJC TO IH'CJll M,' DONALD E<<i. 14'.) 
 
 KM 
 
 Vet a' I his cleiuental strife. 
 
 'Twixt wind nn<l wavos. and bainis and wife ; 
 
 'Phis nio<lloy droll. \\V discord rife. 
 
 (\'i)\ nc'iM- astonnd ; 
 F(»i' fancy, cliarirt'd wi' Invc and lih^ 
 
 [s hanx'ward hound. 
 
 Vt' winds, hlaw till y<-' burst ymir hag.s ; 
 
 And da.sh. yi^ billows, on tlu; craus ; 
 
 Ve droiudiini: I'ains. conio dowii in daus — 
 
 Ye fire niv saul ; 
 Whik' Scotia's thistle pr<»ndly wags. 
 
 I'll l.,v'<'yo"all. ' 
 
 Hail, Scotia, hail I thy vci-y name 
 Lends viLTour to my jading theme ; 
 IJright land, where !irst the Muses came 
 
 To cheer my hearth ; 
 Laiul dear td virtiu' and t(» fauie — 
 
 l)irthplace ol' worth I 
 
 Kven now fond nienKOT wafts me o'er 
 The wide Atlantic ' .cean's roar. 
 And lands me on tliy sea-girt shore 
 
 .\11 wrapt in joy. 
 Where erst I ncnaed in youth and yore 
 
 A waywai'd bo v. 
 
 I see thy towering mountains rise 
 Snow-crested to the summer skies; 
 [ In^ar a mother's parting sighs. 
 
 Xow old ami hoar. 
 And mark a sister's tear-dewed eyes 
 
 I '11 meet no more. 
 
 ' 
 
15C> 
 
 POKMS AND SONGS. 
 
 I 
 
 
 Now o'er my licad the birch trees wave, 
 Whicli shade that dark, sepulchral cave, 
 Where virtue pours, o'er fallen brave, 
 
 Deep notes of woe ; 
 I 'iH bending o'er a father's grave. 
 
 Now cold and low. 
 
 I heard him heave his latest sigh. 
 T saw life's lustre leave his eye — 
 While angels bless'd were hovering nigh 
 
 To waft his soul 
 To realms where pleasures never die. 
 
 Beyond tlu; pole. 
 
 In fancy, now, what inemorii's fain 
 ( 'Omc crowding to my teeming brain ; 
 What scenes of joy, what scenes of pain 
 
 Pass in review I 
 That erst in S(H)tland's dear domain 
 
 I \c. M'andered through I 
 
 Before my mental eye 1 see 
 
 Each loving heart, each laughing e'e 
 
 That wont, 'midst youth's wild revelry. 
 
 jNIy voice to greet ; 
 Now sundertnl by the rolllni'' sea. 
 
 Ne'er more to meet. 
 
 T sec the friends of years mature, 
 
 Tn whose loved ears my soul 1 'd pour — 
 
 McKay, McDonald, Smith and .Muir, 
 
 McLardy, Vool, 
 1 '11 love, while life and sense endure, 
 
 With heart and soul I 
 
EPISTLK TO JILOII McDO.VALJ), K^u. l'>l 
 
 With these choice hearts, in byjjraiie days, 
 I 've roamed 'mang Scotia's dells and braes, 
 Whar lanil)kins dance, and niaukin plays, 
 
 And I 
 
 ijurnies sinir 
 
 And feathered minstrels pour their lays 
 Till echoes rinu'. 
 
 Now. in this (lod- forgot ten land. 
 Upon my lonely Isle 1 stand, 
 
 And 
 
 view 
 
 the f 
 
 ir-recedinu; strant 
 
 0' Fundy's IJay. 
 Without oiw (ibjeet, rich or grand. 
 
 Tu (i 
 
 re my lay. 
 
 0, lack-a-day I my dainty llngii. 
 This country's no' liir me nor you — 
 A bleak, bare wiMrrness a' through. 
 I dar(^ be sworn. 
 
 Nor laverock s)»ri?iging frae the d 
 
 l.'W 
 
 T 
 
 o wa 
 
 ke t,l 
 
 le morn. 
 
 Nae heather here waves on the knowe> 
 Nae G-owden broom in beauty urows. 
 Nae bearded thistle bauldly rows 
 
 Its tassi'is \\ 
 
 ee 
 
 Nor blinkin" uowan decks the liowe 
 
 WV lauuhinu 
 
 V e 
 
 The sheep and kyi . on liill and plain. 
 Are dwarfish heaps o' j^kin and bane— 
 The pigs alone can I'atness gain 
 
 On this <Ianmed soil. 
 
 AVh 
 
 ar W(U'nis can sc 
 
 antly creep their lane 
 IfTor lack o' chvle. 
 
i«1 :! 
 
 '1\ 
 if \ 
 
 rjr I I 
 
 
 i:.L' POK.MS AM) SONTIS. 
 
 For five l;m^" moiitlis stcni wiiitor roiuns 
 Despotio o'er tlicsc wide ddUKiiiis ; 
 TTis icy spcnr mnkcs hills and plains 
 
 His v<')i!i*'.'in('t> sharo. 
 With lak(!s and rivers iiound l)y chaini* 
 
 l-'a-t to riu'ii- lair. 
 
 SdiiM as hccrndHT. dai'k and (h'car. 
 Brinu's (Miristnias -iiMrts and dinners near. 
 Ere yet auhl .^cotia's lnytlic new year 
 
 [s welcomed hen. 
 His hitinu winds and siiaws appisar 
 
 Frae 's Norlan' den. 
 
 And, liord. when anee they hae hecun. 
 Drift after drift cdines \\V llie win'. 
 Till syne when anee their race is rnn 
 
 .\nd ijjtent their miiiht. 
 Three i'vrt o' snaw hides niither urnn" 
 
 Vrnr nmrtal sitrht. 
 
 Ood pity then, the ]Mi(ir Hn., '-noses. 
 
 Their (dic(^ks like flour, their nel>s lik(! roses; 
 
 They puff, they jirue. and swallow doses 
 
 To heat their wanie, 
 Till ai't when niuht their husiness closi^s. 
 
 They hieeup hanie. 
 
 And noo. dear llu^h. iIkmil:!! I'ar we be 
 
 I)ivi(kMl by the rauinu' sea. 
 
 ( )'er this liuid cii]) o" harh'V l»re(> 
 
 I wish ye woo] ; 
 Let 's uie aidd Scotland three times three 
 
 WV hearty p(»al. 
 
EPISTLE TO 111 (ill M. |»i).\ ALJ), E^y 
 
 irwi 
 
 Sue iiiMi. n\\ wiiiilis tVicii', ( Jr;i\>^t(!il, 
 r '11 (lr;i]t \\i\ jM'ti. .•iii'l s;i_v r;ir<'\V('('l; 
 liCMIIl'Illltcr lilt' tn ilk-;i clicil 
 
 I li'i'd I.I ii::s\ iic ; 
 My I'lvr I'lir ;i' witliiii (li\ In'il 
 
 1 '11 never line. 
 
 Pm.lkttf.. - 0(1(1(1, vi",'!)!' ills verges, iriily, with n dash of manly 
 jiineddmn porvadinjf them, that Avoiihl have ])U'aso(l tlio earot'lJurns, 
 
 WiiiNiirss. -SoriR' of tlic vorscs are vci-y happily hit off, and 
 have the sound I'iii;^ of tlu> <i;oiiiiiiif lutMal. Burns himself, tho 
 prince of rhymin<f Ic'ttcr-writt-rs. iuhiI not have lu'cn ashamed of 
 HOveral passa^^^es in flic produetion, 
 
 CrKAVsTKir- — Willit^ iicvt>i' penned u mair masterly effusion than 
 that same epistle. Ihii aiie ean see that he's ([uite in earnest hero, 
 and that the hanie sickne-s is nae fcitriied (■(juiplainl. AlasI for 
 the exile wha yearns for his native slice. l)nt wha canna return. 
 
 ft 
 
 IS sometlnntr, liowever, to iiai' cvcu in (hvams, the jiriviiege o 
 wingin' ane's way to th(> heloved land; ar.d \vi" the rich imagina- 
 tion that he undoubtetlly poss(>sse-. our tVien" Willi*.- will be often 
 wanderin' by tlu' green bi-ai'- o' (ilcuitl'er. or liuiieriu" in pensivo 
 solitude by the lioary turrets o" '^taulev 
 Wn rxni'ss —Si//i/s .• 
 
 Ae last request pei'iuit me tiere, 
 
 When yearly y 
 le cup I a>.k it 
 To 1 
 
 e assemble a 
 wi' a tear 
 
 mil. till- Iviiv!. tlu 
 
 far .'. wa. 
 
 A cup to the lu.'alth and jiro-perity of Mr. ^[ur(loeh and Mr. 
 
 MuiHloch's fireside. 
 
 O.MNKS — -To Afr. Murd( 
 
 healt li and |M'osperity. 
 
 I>n(ii/:(i) v'itli (ill till' honours 
 
 GiJAV.STEii. And no.), b^d'ore we i,ranir for I maun lift e;irly 
 the nieht let me siny; vou a liit sweet little Ivric in the Willie 
 
 ^^ilIer vein, whicii Mr. Murdoch h 
 
 IS al-o Keen 
 
 ard to me. J dari 
 
 kind enough to for- 
 
 iv Villi will Imp!ii like 11 as a ifeiui me heart 
 
 utterance 
 
 A SOXi; Foil rilK XL'IISHRY 
 
 My bonny, lioiitiy Kiirnie. 
 
 ( 'oinc to mitliers kiiee. 
 An' euddlf in lier ho.sje 
 
 Warm wi' I :j\c lin- tlice ; 
 
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 ' "it 
 
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 151 
 
 I'UKAIS AM) SONGS 
 
 Let Ijcr ki>s ymn' hiiiiii'V lip 
 Sweet ;is swc't can Ik 
 
 ('(line iiwa" iiiv li;iiii 
 
 lie 
 
 V '((iiic til iiiillic'/'s kii 
 
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 .M V Ixiiiiiv. Iidiiiiv iKiin 
 
 lie 
 
 Hlvtl 
 
 I u 
 
 ic Mill 1 in SCI 
 
 Ye toddlin' mit nii" in. pel, 
 ( Jite \\V I'lui ;iir u.lee ; 
 
 l\;icinu' \vi' tlie klttlin 
 Roiin' the :!]»|)le-tr''e— 
 
 ( '(line Mwa' iiiv liairiiie. 
 
 (Niine t(» mitlier's k\\ 
 
 ee 
 
 My bonny, bonny liainiie. 
 
 The snnsliiiie ••' tliiiie e'e. 
 .Maks liclit tlie iikhiv cares an' toils 
 
 Tl 
 
 In life I 'in (liMnncd to dree. 
 IC Tdsc tliat 's lilddtiiiii' (111 tliv clieek, 
 (ir uu\V(l I wadiia Liie — 
 b 
 
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 ( (Hiic awa. my bainiie, 
 ( '(line td iiiithcr's knee 
 
 ^l V ain \vc'.' tricky liainiic 
 
 Ve'rc tl 
 
 irani:' jinkinu nu 
 
 (III (I 
 
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 e an iiiikkhmicc 
 
 As 1; 
 
 ininiic (111 
 
 tlic 1 
 
 (M. 
 
 N<»"> I Ve catclic(l tllec. Wt'c rii;j;UC 
 
 SiiiLi' rock rock-a-ree. 
 And cuddle in ni\ bosie. 
 
 Noo. ve 'j'o on iiiv knee. 
 
EPISTLE TO ITUCiir :\r( DONALD, Esq. 155 
 
 M\ Ituiiiv. Iciiiiiy l);iirMi(\ 
 
 ( 'nine ;i\\ a' ;iii(l sec 
 If f!itli('i> '.» l»riiiu,iiiii (Vac the uU'ii 
 
 I>iiiiiiv 1lii\,('rs {<) tlicc. 
 Tlirr.'. he's jiassiim (lii-nimli the .stili\ 
 
 SiiiLi ht'V (la(Mi('-(li'('. 
 Collie and uii' the ))ainii(' 
 
 A (laiidlf (III VDiir knee. 
 
 P.vM.KTTr.. A vn'y .xwcct lilth; lyric indeed, and creditable alike 
 to the fancy and the leelinirs ol' t!i(> wri'er. Eut "the hour ap- 
 proaches Tam maun ride;" i^o. I vc an arm tor each ui" you gentle- 
 lucn, and here we go. [Kxriint Omaex. 
 
 (.iKWSTEil,. — The lo^t is ever hc-t beloved; and speaking of that 
 reminds nie of some olher verges wbieli I have in my pouch, and 
 which I've just receivt'd from iwi auld I'aisley frienil, Willie Mur- 
 tk)eh, who is now a sojourner on the otlier side of the Atlantic. 
 Willie was a shoemaker in Seestu, Init, puir fellow, the world 
 ilidna gang a' tliegitlu'r richt wi' him in his native town, and sae he 
 was induced to try jiis luck ayoiU t he At laiiLic's roar. After mony 
 111 up and down, he has at length become located on a bit. wee 
 i:<lancl, called Partridge Island, in the Eay of Fundy, ofTSt. John. 
 Here he is engaged in making ga.> for a lonely lighthouse, who 
 (.Tst made boots and shoes for the glide folk of Paisley. Put Wil- 
 lie, although maybe in l)etter circumstances in his present Crusoe- 
 like situation, has still a lang c'c hame, and a love for the scenes 
 ;indthe friends he lias left, which distance can never diminish, and 
 
 Though seas between us i)aith may roar. 
 
 I still cherish in my heart of hearts a kindly remeiii'orance of my 
 I'ude auld friend. 
 
 Todd. — But what of the ver.-es, Mr. Graysteir:' 
 
 Graysteil. -Ou ay ; I hiul amaist forgotten them in thinkin' o' 
 
 I 'heir author. Weel, iusl fancy Willie sitting on last jS'ew Year's 
 
 Day by his watch tower in the far West, and looking wi tearfu 
 
 '.''en ower the braid blue deep, and croonin' to himself the follow- 
 
 •ng lines : — 
 
 SONG OP AN EXILE. 
 Ttr.XE--" Tlir Harj) fhuf oner fhroiKjh 'Dtni'-i I [(ill," 
 
 tell iia 1110 tlii.s is iiiy liaiiio. 
 I ne'er can tliiiik if sac. 
 
 if 
 
l:)n 
 
 rOEM?^ AND soxrj.<5, 
 
 f) tell ii;i iiic this Iiiiid 's my liaiiK^. 
 
 It fills iiiv Itrcasl \vi' wmc 
 1. 
 
 (ir tliituuh I vc IxH'ii nil cm 
 
 ilc 1; 
 
 inir. 
 
 ]' 
 
 ViW 
 
 IVi 
 
 ens ;iii( 
 
 I iiati 
 
 vt! snoiv, 
 
 The drcMiiis (»' VdUtli still hind iiiv licMrt 
 
 T.. d 
 
 c.'ir iiiiln 
 
 >(■(! 
 
 tiaiid 
 
 llinrc 
 
 Hit diiiiciiii; rills. ;iiid luiiiiiiiiji' liiiiis, 
 
 llcr tliistlc \v;i\ iiiu IVrc ; 
 Her hliie-hells dcck'd w'i" siiiiiner's pride, 
 
 Her .saim-liirds a' in <:1 
 
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 Tlie storms that icvcl 'iiianu' lier hilh 
 
 Wl 
 
 lerc iiKMiiitaiii torrents roaiv 
 
 A' hind my sonl \vi' niauie eliains 
 
 To d 
 
 ear an 
 
 Id 
 
 -co 
 
 tland 
 
 nior(\ 
 
 
 Aline is the land o' darii!<4' deeds, 
 
 0' valour, truth and love, 
 Mine is the land where I'reedum liolds 
 
 Its patent frac ahove ; 
 Our lathers hought it wi their lives, 
 
 And sealed it \vi' tlieir i;ore. 
 And, dying, eharued their later suns 
 
 To love auld Scotland more. 
 
 Aye, mine 's the land where Wallace fought, 
 
 In mony a bluidy fiel', 
 Oh ! I could pour my ain hear's bluid 
 
 For dear auld Scotland's weal ; 
 Wi' joy T 've trod, in langsync years, 
 
 Her wild, enchanting shore, 
 And uoo. when bending o'er the grave, 
 
 I love her mow and more. 
 
EPISTLE TO HUGH ^[c DONALD, Esq 
 
 L-V7 
 
 l'Ai,i,F,TTr.. A v('rv ])ri'liy bii'cli dl' vorsL-s tln\v truly arc, aiul, I 
 (loiibt not. \Minii IVoiii tin- lieart of the writer. 
 
 (rKAVsTKir,. — Ye mav taV iiiv wor.l lor tliat. Willie was a siii- 
 
 eero lover ot his coiKitrv. of her scenerv. an 
 
 I ol' I 
 
 ler s Jill's, ol' her 
 
 birJs. and of her llower-i. aid, abiveali, of her hoiie-t men and 
 b )nnie lasse-. I dou'it not tliat his heart often j^rows !,'rit,aMd his 
 ce bei'OMi.'s dim, as he tiiinks on th ;• sunny braes of Uleniff..'r. or 
 wanders in {'n-.n-y bv t!ie windings of his native Cart. Alas, alas I 
 liDW the auld familiar faces are seattored. 
 
 Toui).-- I rather like yo;ir absent friend's verses, my dear Mr. 
 trraysteil. Has he written mneli in the poet c line? 
 
 Gif.vvsTEir.,— .\s mic!i, ! d.aursay. as wad lill a family biblo. 
 
 Amiist his only solace. wIk'II workint;at the slioon. wasthepra 
 clinl 
 
 and 
 
 he wa> (• ) 
 
 mbo 
 itiniially j» Hiring it f.irlli. I'mIi'-s an aiitrin 
 bit to the papers, however, he seldom fa-hed the world \vi' his 
 musing-', Imt <'()nrented him-^elf ui' cro itiiii",' them to ln>* ain inward 
 ear. He'll hae wealtli of lime, I'm t hinkiii}.;-, to e )url, t ho Parnas- 
 sian kimmers at the eerie i'm-tridi^e Island litrhthoiise. 
 
 WiiiNiu.ss. Has he se-il you no otlier ell'usion at this time than 
 the little one wiiicli voii have so pitheticiUy rot'ite I ? 
 Todd. — No other cem of purest rav i-ereiie, from the muses of 
 
 he western wor 
 
 Id 
 
 pa 
 
 (juvvsi'inii. — 1> ve 
 
 1);it 1 
 
 111 tunkuiir ve 
 
 '11 a- 
 
 rec wi tnc, that 
 
 its mair behaudde.i to the smg-spirit of .Scotland than to that of 
 Partridge Island. Yon sh;ill hear, however: — 
 
 AUNTIE'S WEE DAWTIE. AND UNCLEV< GUID BAIRN. 
 
 Was tliore ever ;i iKiiniio since nature Ijeiitin 
 
 Sue cliokc t'u' o' antics, u' IVolic and I'nn 'f 
 
 Sac kind and jiiiiil luitnrcd, sac winning an' (Iducc, 
 
 As the prattlin' wee laddie that cliecrs our ain house; 
 
 liove beams true his c'c. and wit sits on his broo, 
 
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 ignity s sinile aye encircles lus uiou . 
 Towards hiiu our hearts dailv uiair and niair yearn, 
 For he 's auntie's wee dawtie and uncle's i;ui() bairn. 
 
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 He tumbles the chairs, and maks carts o' the stools, 
 He chaps wi' the hammers, and dipjs wi' the shook; 
 He rows on the floor wi' the cat and the dog, 
 Grips the anc by the tail and the ither the lug ; 
 
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 Points AND S()Na.<i 
 
 lie clia.scs \\\v hens, and he ti'clits \vi' tlic cnck ; 
 Ho vidus on the ]iiu". and rsits linn as a mck. 
 Aboim a' itlicr bainiii'S lie sliiiu's like a stani — 
 TIo is auntie's wee dawtic and uncle's uiiid })aii-n. 
 
 When I eonie liani(> at e'fu iVae the toils (»' tin; day, 
 My heart thuds \vi' jny as I hear hiui at play, 
 And wlu'never he kens my lb(jt-la' on tlie stair, 
 To the blythe ingle side lie draws in the arm chair, 
 Th(!n patters to meet me, his wee han' he gies, 
 And leads ti» the chair he has set I'or my ease ; 
 Frae sic wee acts (»' kindness 1 mair and niair learn. 
 That lie's auntie's wee dawtie and uncle's j:,uid bairn- 
 
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 He climbs (»n my kne(>, puts his arm roun' my neck, 
 And lovingly kisses baith mouth, brow, and cheek; 
 He pulls at my whiskers, my nose and my ears, 
 Then flytes on tin; cat to dispel my f'ause tears ; 
 He dances wi' joy when he 's riving my locks, 
 He warms my auld bauchcls, and brings me dry socks ; 
 The heart that could harm him is hard as the airn — 
 He is auntie's wee dawtie and uncle's uuid bairn. 
 
 Lang may he be spared wi' his antics and glee 
 To tot out and in atwecn auntie and me; 
 He 's the sun o' our system, the rose o' our bower ; 
 May the dark clouds o' sorrow around him ne'er lower ; 
 May he aye till the snaws o' auld age hap his pow. 
 Be guileless and pure as his spirit is now; 
 Frae him mony grey-beards a lesson might learn. 
 Though he's auntie's wee dawtie and uncle's guid bairn 
 
Kl'ISTLK TO II Id 11 M.DON A M). PN,,. jT.y 
 
 1. 
 
 <ii»y, 
 
 learu, 
 i baini. 
 
 neck, 
 
 oek ; 
 
 I'AM.r.iTK. Wrll ddiu', Willir: ;i viTv JMir rtlort in flic ^fyl** of 
 lilt' "NVdiidfrtu' Wt'iiti." 
 
 \VlllSlll ss, 
 
 li<*li t(»in,nu'. 
 
 (ilt.WM'I'.ll. 
 
 Mr. .Miii'ilnch, ii!iHl)i)t, ;i' ;ill cvciils. lost liis Spot 
 
 S'o, nor lii< Scottish liciirt. It'll onlv Ih' \vli(>n 
 lie's iuit'atli tlif iiiiiols that hr'll pact \vi' fitluM'. I'm "the hour 
 .ipproachos, 'J'ani nmiin ride. " 
 
 W'lii.Niifss. I'd'ore tr'»iiiir. L'tMitl; iiu'ii. jdlow nie to propose' u 
 lippiufi; cup to .Mr. ( iraxstcil'-i old i'nend, the Paisley shoemaker 
 and spinner o|' vciv<c. rro-pcrity to iiini and his in the land to 
 whif'li he has t,niiic. 
 
 |(>MM>, iipstandinjf, do uiii])lo honour to the toast. J 
 ( Ji< wsTKii. (sintrinij) - 
 
 Ae la-t rc(pic-t jn'riiiit me here. 
 
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 len \earlv ve as.^emhh; a 
 
 .\e cup ! n-i. il with a tear 
 
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 Mui t he iiard t hat s now awa. 
 
 Hut the toot olihe inicpiitous Mackenzie is alread\ at the door, 
 and sne "iriide nirhi and jov ho wi' vou a'.' 
 
 I l']\r.rNT ( )mm'.s, sint^iniT.J 
 
 (). wae be on b'orl)c.<, ihe i'ause prying loon, 
 The dread o' gnde fellows in country and toon; 
 Jn the midst, d our daflln lie spoils aye the game, 
 .Vnd gar.s us untimely gang toddlin" lianie. 
 
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SONGS. 
 
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 y]\ ISLAND irOMP]. 
 
 Swct't suiniiH'i- now lintli slied its bloom 
 
 And winter 's cuniiiii:' last ; 
 Thi' trees their gulden robi'S resume; 
 
 Tlie flowers have hrerithod their last; 
 The autumn winds are })i|)in^' loud; 
 
 The S(\a is einthed in f'onm ; 
 But warmth and mirth, and life and love 
 
 Aye cheer my Island home. 
 
 Around my home the sea-birds play, 
 
 In <:raeet'ul whirlini;' fliirlit ; 
 .Vnd eaii'les setdc the realms of day, 
 
 h]xultinii' in their miiiht ; 
 'J'he seaman's soni;' swells on rhe l)reeze. 
 
 As forth he i2;oes to roam ; 
 Kncirelinti- with a cadence wild 
 
 Mv lovelv Nhmd home. 
 
 The lord may ivvel in his halls 
 
 Amidst his menial train. 
 Yet niiserv still his heart tmthrals, 
 
 If vice hold fast his nnn ; 
 But happiness expands her wings 
 
 Around my humble dome, 
 For virtue blooms within the walls 
 
 Of mv dear Island homo. 
 
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 1G2 POEMS AND SONGS. 
 
 My wife is lovijjc;. kind and true ; 
 
 "Witli licalth my cliildvon glow; 
 And honlth and love, Avlicn mutual, crown 
 
 All luunan blif^s bulow. 
 I caro 1 ')t for g;rcat wealth or fame — 
 
 They 're transient as the foam ; 
 Give me domestic truth and love, 
 
 And my dear Island home. 
 
 THE AI'J/D :\IAN'S SANG. 
 
 Oh I happy, happy, were my days, 
 
 In the years o' lano; svnc ; 
 When care sat licht upon my heart, 
 
 And a' life's joys were mine; 
 When youth and love and friendships dear. 
 
 Were blin' to coming ills; 
 When licht o' foot and lithe o' limb, 
 
 I roamed my native hills. 
 
 The winiplin burn, the birken shaw, 
 
 The Fvlvan, fairy tilen ; 
 The moorland cot, the castle hoar. 
 
 The spunkie haunted fen ; 
 Wi' memory's e'o I see tlieni yet, 
 
 While grief my bosom iills ; 
 For cane 's my youthful dream o' bliss, 
 
 And gane my native hills. 
 
 My wife — noo mouldering 'neath the mools- 
 
 Was loving, leal, and f.iin ; 
 My gallant son in battle fell 
 
 3<fyond the raging main ; 
 
AUJJ) Vl^"J•^ NANNY 
 
 ,t s : 
 
 My d;iuu;liter — toiidor as the tear 
 
 An anuei s e e ( 
 
 distil 
 
 Now sleeps up dii lier mother's breast, 
 Far fVi'e her native liills. 
 
 I'm noo a ])nir. tinif-strieken man. 
 
 ]My k)eks are tliin and .uray ; 
 My head 's sair hending to the urave 
 
 My 1 
 
 leart is sunk in wac 
 
 Myl 
 
 eji's are 
 
 frail. 
 
 my (' en are dim, 
 
 The frost mv auld hluid ehill 
 
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 While lanelv here 1 bei?; for bread. 
 
 Far f 
 
 rae my native 
 
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 Scotland, dear I my native Ian'. 
 Still throuuh the mist o' years, 
 
 1 see thy boniiv, heathery knowcs, 
 
 And greet them ^vi' my tears; 
 A foreifi-n iirave may be my share- 
 
 But come what Heaven wills. 
 My latest sigh, my latest prayer. 
 
 Shall l)e tor Scotland's hills ! 
 
 A(JLI) ATNTY XAXNY. 
 
 Xoo dead and awa is our auld Amity Nanny, 
 Wha ance was sac coutiiy, sac canty, and fain ; 
 
 Her failings were fi^w. and her virtues were many, 
 But noo she has left our auld ['nele alane ; 
 
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 POEM^ AM) Sf).\0?? 
 
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 He's left, clothed in eild. the doniiu'd victim of sorrow, 
 Tears seal up his day. and despair wakes his morrow, 
 His past seems a dream, and nae hope can he borrow. 
 TIk' Jntiire's sac cldiidcMl Avi' urief, uloom and ]iain. 
 
 Noo lancly and aidd. ]>n(ir. heartsick and uncheery, 
 Deep, deep are hi- siulis. bait li alicl and at hame ; 
 
 (^inld. canld is his hcartli. wlicn he tnddles hame Aveary. 
 Nae smile u're* ts liis cnn-ancc. nac voice breathes his 
 nanu! ; 
 
 Lanirsvne when lie canu^ frae his tuils ii: the o'enin'. 
 
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 A' jaded and worn, sairly doilt and conijdeenin'. 
 She cooter'd him sac wi" warm Hannels and limn, 
 As quickly rcfi'cshcu'd his wc.'iry-worn frame 
 
 Fler John was her a" thinu. hci- earth's dearest treasure; 
 
 Without him sh,-, hadna a thonuht lor iKU'sel" ; 
 To see him a' richt was the sum o' her pleasure 
 
 His smile was her heaven, his frown was her hell. 
 His arm-chair was set by the side o' the imile. 
 Where blithely ilk e'eniuLi' their e >nv(M-se did minsrle. 
 But "noo our auld Viu'le 's heart-broken and sinijle. 
 
 Since death "s ta'en our kindly aiild Aunt to himsel'. 
 
 A warm-hearted body was nuld Aunty Nanny. 
 
 As a' folks shall own that e'er saw her at hame; 
 Her hous(! aye sae clean, and heisel' cosh an' canny. 
 
 l^espoke her the housewife and ^uid natured dame; 
 The beiru'ars a' ktMit her for mih^s roun' her dwelling, 
 Her aumus, their meal-pocks was constantly swelling — 
 Noo tears dew their e'en while they're waefully telling 
 
 The virtues u her wha is deaf to their fame. 
 
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DOCTOH .ma(ji:k. 
 
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 She is g;ino to lior rest iimi. our .-mid Aunty N;inny, 
 
 But f'rosli ;is Sprin'4's lilossuius lu'i" nicniory remains; 
 We lo'cd her hinus^vnc. whou sin- liv( d wi' nur uranny. 
 
 And manhood but >treuutli(ii> mui- I'celinus wlu'u "weans. 
 Nae stane m:irks thr spot wlici-c her ;is]u's ai'c sl(>opino;, 
 But round it tlic aiinds their vigils arc kci^piui:', 
 vVnd dew'd are the Howcrs hy tlie tears love is Aveepiuf];;. 
 O'er her tliat 'midst iilurv in h('a\cn ucw n'iji'us. 
 
 |)(M' TO |{ M A (i K M. 
 
 Tr.M •' I' i'/'iH' M(/c/l>-rr." 
 
 yiy heart it i:> Ijrokcu. and never will mend. 
 
 O I dear i >oernr Maui' 
 
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 For deatli has just throttled my verv best friend — 
 -My dear. <l<'ar Dnetur .Maiit'e ; 
 Ho was borne to jiis tomb 
 Amidst sorrow mid ;:!.>oni. 
 
 And 1 
 
 lis ne;it erirpft room 
 
 Is tluW \Vi. 
 
 •till t 
 
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 h en the pm III tlie >tv, 
 Wcar^ .1 te;ir lu its ove. 
 
 For dear, dear Doetor .^lai;eo. 
 
 The mui;s and the Kottle- he loved so to <leek. 
 
 < > I dear I )oetor \\;\'j: 
 
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 With his druus and his potions, are ij,din;^- to ur»M'k, 
 My dear, dear Doetor Masree, 
 
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 is lanees and saw.s. 
 
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 POEMi< AND SONGS. 
 
 11 is nick-ii;ick,'' ;iii(l j:i'\V',Li;i\vs. 
 Like :m niiinii I'iicli draws 
 
 The l)i,^' tf.ir t(i my <■'<' ; 
 AihI tlu! ^nosc. tliniiuh liali' liliinl, 
 IJriiius liiiii avc to my mind. 
 
 .Mv dear, dear Ddctnv .Mairce. 
 
 Had \\v died of the (diwlvva. l\'Vcr. nr pi>x, 
 
 ( ) I iV'iW Docliir .Maut't- ; 
 1 would not. jii^t now. liavt- ]m>cii tfarin^ my i'.icks 
 
 For dear. d<'ar Hortor Maut'o ; 
 
 Hilt my iuMit. () be still I 
 
 The ur 'at ctiiisc of his ill 
 
 Was — Ik' swallowi'd a jiill 
 ( )!' his own cookci-y ! 
 
 And now hr is dead. 
 
 And the turl"s oVt his head, 
 .Mv dear, di-ar Doctor Mageo. 
 
 THERK S A Dl li HKFORK THK 1MM)K.* 
 
 In mv sojourn ihrouuh this world 
 
 I kivr ;it't Ikh'Ii struck. 1 wol, 
 How :i UhIIi's 1 hat' imt wi' 
 
 Arc uiiha]>])y in their lot. 
 B<' tht'V i- cr so stout and healthy — 
 
 TlKuu:h thfir en]) l>c riniiin" o'er — 
 Maeh Ti-jT ^jiint^ "nian^ poor and wealthy : 
 
 '• TTs'^r*- '•< s dub h<»foro the door." 
 
A DtB I5KF(^RE TITE DOOR 
 
 Frao tlu' kiiii;' dnwii rill tlie cMdiior, 
 
 Frac tlic palace till the cut ; 
 IIolv priest and sii.bfli' liiwvcr. 
 
 M(tral sau'c am! drunken sut. 
 Wi^U'i!;ed judm' and treinldini:' telnn 
 
 Doomed to c)(i>s the oceans roar — 
 A' join the lamentation : 
 
 '• There 's a dul) ])..'f'ire tin- d.oor." 
 
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 Ask the soldiei- clothed in .ulory, 
 
 Ask the hermit in his cot, 
 Ask the St auian on the billow, 
 
 Or the landsman o'er his pot; 
 Ask the diephi'rd on the mountain, 
 
 Or the sportsman on the moor. 
 And the answer 's still unaltered : 
 
 '• There 's a dul> btd'ore tlu^ door." 
 
 Karth's pleasurii's ne'er hi-inu' happiness; 
 
 True piety 's the moat 
 That ij^iiards this mortal citadel 
 
 'Cluinst sin's polluting rot ; 
 Since the days when ancient Adam 
 
 Steep'd his soul in Satan's lore. 
 Truth. Virtue, Love, alone can till 
 
 '• The dub before the duor." 
 
 
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HONKST WOKTII. 
 
 Honest Wditli ! ;i licaltli t(t thoo, 
 .Maks iia' what tliy <j:\u>v may b() ; 
 (Mad ill cnniiK'. or in raus ; 
 Aniiod witii meal m- iiKiiioy bags; 
 IJoni to ln\\ or loi'ty station ; 
 llulinu; alnis-liou>(' or a nation ; 
 Honest wortli I where'er \c bo. 
 Here's a lieartv iieahh to thee. 
 
 Scoundrels mav be rieh and arcat ; 
 Honest men may ruh' a State; 
 Trntli and eandonr erown a hiwyer ; 
 IFonoiir uild a drunken sawver ; 
 Truthi'ul zeal may graee a preacher, 
 Zealmis truth live in a tleeteher : 
 Worth I whei'e'er thy home may bo, 
 Here's a heartv healtli to thee. 
 
 '>i i, 
 
 See yon fop in i'ashion's deeding, 
 Void of honour, sense or breeding, 
 Sliowing airs would grace a Frenchman; 
 Acting deeds ^Yould shame a henchmau ; 
 Bending low to nuissy pur.scs ; 
 Answerinu' honest toil with curses ; 
 Stcrlina: worth, where'er ye be, 
 Here 's a hearty health to thee. 
 
 See this loAvly man, whose clothing 
 Fills that brainless fop with loathing ; 
 
SONG OP THE mrirrHANT 
 
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 Armed with snisi.' nl' ni'tral iiKM'it. 
 How he musters up liis spirit, 
 -Vud tlirouuli sli;i(l(\< (tf nntdest bltitoness, 
 Dares to seiiii the front of aToatncss ; 
 (lod-like worth I where'er ye be, 
 Here 's a hearty lienUh to thee. 
 
 Ill my liaiid the ulass is l)riiiimiuu- ; 
 Love and hate my mind are skimming; 
 Hate, against the \)V\dv nl' station; 
 Love, for wortli tlinaighout ereition : 
 Vice is r/'v . in king or eadgcr ; 
 Virtup 's 'rirUic, in a irauuer : 
 Worth ! whate'er thy rank may be, 
 Here's eternal heahli to thee. 
 
 SONG OF THE EMIGRANT. 
 
 TuNK — " Brosc and Buffer." 
 
 Come hearties, a bumper let's drain, 
 
 And pledge the down fa' of hame sickness ; 
 We 've gallantly rode o'er the main. 
 
 Then why ><hould we sink \eath such weakness? 
 What though of our kindred bereft, 
 
 A truce to nonsensical grieving; 
 ■So here 's to the land we have left, 
 
 And here 's to the land that we lecve in. 
 
 Though fortune has kickt us from home, 
 Why should we our spirits be tiuing; 
 
 A man who is given to roam 
 Should never give place to repining; 
 
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 POIOMS AND SON' as'. 
 
 J^ut box tlir()ii«^li tlio crowd stont ;iii(l dct'f, 
 And sing Avliilc jii-iiii t'ortiuui he 's reiving, 
 
 There's luck in tlic hind we liuvc left. 
 And luck in the l.iiid lliat \vc Iccvt' in. 
 
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 Then why should wc murmur or f'rot ? 
 
 There's wealth yet in store lor the winning; 
 Thv only d(!uc'd tiling is to gt;t 
 
 A trifh; to make a l)ei:inning. 
 Let each take his -akv by tlit; heft. 
 
 And chaunt while the forest he 's cleaving ; 
 There 's t(jil in the land we have left. 
 
 And toil in the land that we leeve in. 
 
 The earth would soon go to the dogs 
 
 Were all its inhabitants gentry j 
 For who then would drain oft' the bogs. 
 
 Or provide for the wants of the pantry ? 
 v^o here's to the plough, warp and weft, 
 
 And here 's to the spinning aud weaving. 
 God bless the auld land W(> have left, 
 
 And God bless the now land that we leeve in. 
 
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 We all love the land of our birth, 
 
 Auld nature hersel' prompts the feeling, 
 But this and it share the same earth, 
 
 And both round the same sun are wheeling ; 
 Her hills by dark ravines are cleft ; 
 
 The songs of her cascades are deaving ; 
 There 's mist in the land we have left. 
 
 And fog in tjbe land that we leeve in. 
 
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 AV licit'vri' nil c.irtli 1 liavt' l)t'»'ii. 
 
 ()ii ynii or this side (tt'tlic Occaii. 
 J 'vc avt' IkkI the luck nt'a IVicn' 
 
 I (Miiild I'lVr willi a licartlrlt ilcVKtimi. 
 N'> ImihI lit' all virtue is rrl't, 
 
 \<i inattci' linw iiiiicli <_ii'('ii tn t liirviiiii' ; 
 (J uid JK'arts 'iciii the land wc have left. 
 
 And 'inid hearts u'rin lli*' l:iiid that ivc Icovi.' in. 
 
 Tim; " Smm i>t Ihut h." 
 
 Awiikc tVoiii \u\\v sjiiinlici's. Iiravi' suns (d'nur Isle, 
 
 X(ir JDiiLicr ill litters I'eniaiii : 
 fSliall the spirit ui' I'reeduiii IteiiiLiiiaiitly smile 
 
 O'er the land ofa Wallace in \ain ' 
 >Sliidl liberty's trumjiet thniiii^ii I'lurope resound, 
 
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 (Shall we. uni'esistiiii:'. he jiailed *o the uround 
 
 J-iv the shackles ort\raiit< and knaves'/ 
 
 Sliall scoundrels siill trample our liulits in the ( arth, 
 
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 POEMS AND SONGS. 
 
 By their blood I by their iiyriie I by the wrongs we endure I 
 
 By the smile which kind lu!jiven bestows I 
 We will yet live unfettered, exalt(?d thouuh poor, 
 
 Or expire 'neath the blade of our toes : 
 Then arise I do your duty, brave sons of the North I 
 
 AVin liberty's field or a grave : 
 God of our sires I send thy thunderbolts forth 
 
 To shatter the ehains of the slave I 
 
 SOX(; . 
 
 in a eozv wee house by the side (»' yon wild 
 Whar the burnie rins wini})lin' in' clearly ; 
 
 Blooms Jeanie as pure as the lily in bud. 
 
 And but this heart lo'cs her dearly, her dearly, 
 And but this heart lo'es her dearly. 
 
 Her cheeks like twa apples are rosy and roun' ; 
 
 Her e'en— heaven beans in their glances; 
 Her bonny white brow and her tresses o* brown 
 
 Like magic this bosom entrances, entrances, 
 
 Like magic this bosom entrances. 
 
 Her form is complete frae the tap till the tao ; 
 
 Her air, for a Queen ye would tak' her; 
 She 's blytho as the Itimb on the green sunny brae; 
 
 And modest as nature could mak' her, could mak* her, 
 
 And modest as nature could mak' her. 
 
BONNY .lUNE. 
 
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 The laverock that mounts through the mist o' the morn 
 
 To wauken the sun frao his slumbers ; 
 Or the IJntie that chauuts on the white-blossomed thorn 
 
 Wi' her eanna vie in their numbers, their numbers, 
 
 Wi' her canna vie in their numbers. 
 
 Wad heaven but mak' this young lassie my ain, 
 
 Till death, naething else wad us sever, 
 I 'd kiss her. caress her, and daut her fu' fiiin, 
 
 Protect and support her forever, forever. 
 
 Protect and support her forever. 
 
 Ye starns wha inhabit the regions aboon. 
 Thou moon now resplendent in glory ; 
 
 Bear record. I vow, if I 'm granted this boon, 
 
 T '11 love her till baith hae grown hoary, grown hoary, 
 I '11 love her till baith hae grown hoary. 
 
 TTS B1.YTHK IN BONNY JUNE. 
 
 O 'tis blythe in bonny June, 
 When the birds are a' in tune, 
 To leave the busy bustling toun, 
 
 When the dawn begins to smile. 
 And. with soul elate and free, 
 Track the busy humming bee 
 To the daisy-speckled lea, 
 
 There to rove for awhile. 
 
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 POEMS AND SONGS. 
 
 There the aDi'rous laverock springs 
 Frac the earth wi' dewy wings, 
 And, soarinir, sweetly sinps, 
 
 Till echo floats around ; 
 There fresh streams o' music gush 
 Frae the merly-breastod thrush. 
 And the blackbird iu the bush 
 
 Gars the Avoodhnids resound. 
 
 There the lammies frisking gay. 
 Beside their mammies play, 
 (yheered by the sun's bright ray 
 
 As he journeys to the west; 
 And the flow'rets bliukiu' sweet, 
 Shed their fragrance at our feet, 
 Till our hearts wi' rapture beat 
 
 Double time in the breast. 
 
 there, as gloaming grey 
 Comes creepiu' down the brae. 
 Merry lads and lasses stray 
 
 'Neath the moon's siller beam ; 
 And by love's sweet impulse swayed, 
 Aft adown by yonder glade, 
 Richt pensively 1 've strayed, 
 
 O' my lassie to dream. 
 
 Doun the hcwe, beside yon rill 
 That comes todlin' frae the hill, 
 Aft I 've sat and sighed my fill, 
 Bonny Peggy by my side ; 
 
SCOTLAND'S LADS. 
 
 And while love distilled a tear, 
 Breathed my soul into her car, 
 And, in raptures most sincere. 
 Clasped my heart's dearest pride. 
 
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 OF A' THE LADS K'KR SCOTLAND SAW. 
 
 Tuxn- " Dainty Davie." 
 
 Of a' the lads e'er Scotland saw 
 Since first her hills weie clad wi' snaw, 
 Nanc e'er Apollo's pipe could blaw 
 
 Like canty plou<:lnnan Jlohin. 
 His master mind was aye at hamo. 
 Whate'er the spirit o' his theme, 
 Be 't gentle love, or war's red flame, 
 A' cam' alike to Robin. 
 
 Then let us cheer his honoured name, 
 Sae dear to Scotland and to fame. 
 And on our feet, wi' loud acclaim, 
 (h'V, '• Hip. hurrali for Robin!" 
 
 He gar'd ilk Scot his bonnet raise. 
 Sac loud he sanp; in Scotland's praise — 
 Rocks, dingles, glens and heath-clad braea 
 
 Rang wi' the strains o' Robin. 
 Ilk hill that cocks its neb on high. 
 He viewed wi' true poetic eye. 
 And sang till echo, in reply. 
 
 Rebounded back to Robin. 
 Then let us cheer. &c. 
 
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 POEMS AND SONGS. 
 
 llo lovod. whon nloaiiiin' uii wad steal, 
 To muse on Scotland's wao and weal ; 
 T^ut O I lior lassncks, fair and leal, 
 
 Fintraneod tlic heart o' l^obin. 
 lie sanu' in strains that warmed the saul, 
 O' lanusyne heroes, stout and haul', 
 Wha sternly strove, f'rae foreiirn thrall, 
 
 To save the land (»* iiohin. 
 Then let us cheer. iVe. 
 
 Earth eouldna hind his Muse's niicht, 
 Sac. through the eluds he took a flicht, 
 And revelled 'numu; the stars o' nicht — 
 
 A eomet muse had llobin ; 
 And while alxton he shone sae clear, 
 That a' the planets o' our sphere 
 Stood still, and kentna how to steer. 
 
 A second sun seemed Uo]>in. 
 Then let us cheer, i^'c. 
 
 He dived to ocean's deepest cave. 
 
 And rode u|»on its wildest wave; 
 
 Nac power could mar him. till the grave 
 
 Received the banes o' Kobin. 
 And noo our thistle hin<is its head. 
 Dark gloom o'erspreads baith hill and mead, 
 For silence grasps the Scottish reed 
 Sae aften tuned by Hobiii. 
 
 But still wo '11 cheer his honoured name. 
 Sac dear to Scotland and to fame, 
 And on our feet, vvi' loud acclaim, 
 Cry, '' Hip. hurrah for Robin !" 
 
.lOIIX. CO.MI-: KISS MK NOO. 
 
 The chorus and first slai.zn <if' \h\< ^••'iip; .'irt' as ohl as the time 
 of the Rerornuvtion, and appeared in Jferd's t'ollection. To the 
 original fragrnont, lour stanzas liavo heen added hv William Mur- 
 doch, of Paisley, imd are prijited here for the flrpt time. 
 
 I''i». M It, I. Kit's Nr.w nitiTrsii Soxoster. 
 
 '• .John, ('oiM(! kiss inc noo, iioo, iioo, 
 
 () Julin. coiiir kiss iiu' imo. 
 .lohii. cmnc kiss inc byi^ and ])yo, 
 
 And n)jik' iiac niair ado. 
 
 " Sonic will court aihj ci»nijiliniont, 
 
 And muV n irrcat ;i«lo. 
 Sonic: wiH nak' o' tlicir litiidinan. 
 
 And sac will I <•' yoii." 
 
 Noo twa score yoars wc 'vc married been, 
 
 And no'cr liad cans;' t ) vnc ; 
 yestreen v*-' J^^iid vc Im'c jiic yet. 
 
 And s;) s:»y 1 t > yoii. 
 
 Thoniih auld and uray yc vc Ln'own, fiuidman, 
 
 Thoiiuli hald ahooii th(> lu'ow, 
 Mv earthly joys, my lite itsd' 
 
 Are centred John in you 
 
 Fu' moii^ hardships we lia'c honu' 
 
 Sin' first ye cam' to woo. 
 But fortiin..''s frowns aye fled awa' 
 
 Before the smile o' you. 
 
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 I'OKMS .\.NJ) .SUNOS, 
 
 And iKxi wlicii liii^liii' (luiiii the I)|-U( 
 
 Tlic - 
 
 riMVc aiiijiist III virw 
 
 I iiiclitly til oiir .Maki'i- pniy 
 To t.ik iiM' .JkImi wV von. 
 
 TIIK DKHiLNC OT 
 
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 When nature first uiltccl cxistt'iicc! to man, 
 She ixio«l liini tlie land lor tlic diL''iiiii o 't ; 
 
 Nmc iiu'iition was made in the jiriniary plan. 
 For rascals t(» live liy tlic wliiiiui'i •• t ; 
 
 JJut illc aiic was <louiiK'd liv the sweat o' his hrc 
 
 •w, 
 
 >u 
 
 To earn ilka bannock tliat nusteil his nic 
 To labour the grun Iciith with harrow an' plough. 
 An' to hae a bit house for the biuuin o 't. 
 
 lint 
 
 waesock ! sic hap]>iness couldna endun 
 
 Sao prone were niankind to thi' sinnin' o t, 
 That the whole })lesst'd system was crushed in the .stouro 
 
 ]5v scoundrels just at the beuinnin' o t. 
 Wha blessed \\V stout arms an' the spirits o' deils, 
 Vowed nature had doomed them tlu; lords o' the fiels, 
 Thus, mitiht auainst riiiht fairly cowpet tlu; creels, 
 
 An' 
 
 has lorded it since the beiiinnin' o 't, 
 
 jNae w<u-d then o' lands being ruled by a few 
 Wha revelled. l)ut m^'er tried the tillage o 't 
 
 Nac word then o' kings, either (ientile or Jew, 
 Ransacking the earth for the pillage o't; 
 
r.OVKLY ISAHKLKA. 
 
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 Then in.-iiikiiul were hritlicrs an' a' tliiiii;s wn»u<;ht weel. 
 Few were tln'ir <l»'sir«'s. an' lew wants d'u\ they t'oel, 
 But kin|L:;s, priests an' nuMcs soon sent to tlie (K'il. 
 Tlk city, town. Iiaiiilct an' viliau(' <>'t. 
 
 The priests, t'uiil-lu'-ta' tlieni tliat v'rr they had birth 
 
 To pester ns sac wi' their eantin' o t ; 
 Vile scourges o' man an' eiirst locusts ••' earth. 
 
 Our nieal-pnek they've ever l»een seantin' o 't ; 
 A kiuK an' his nobles, wi' tvrannv fell. 
 May plunder their snbjects to ]»ani])er thenisel'. 
 But th(f priest without mercy consigns us to hell 
 
 Tt'we breathe but ae word 'gainst sic rantin' o't. 
 
 O (ruid speed the time when a' mankind shall learn 
 
 To toast^ their downt'a' o'er a brimmer o't; 
 Pack them aii" to New Zealand, man, woman an' bairn. 
 
 Au' set tliem to cut down the timmer o 't ; 
 Then freedom triumphant in transports shall reel, 
 Then plenty shall smile o'er the lowliest bcil, 
 An' reason an' knowledge, sac^ lang held afiel. 
 Shall eniov then a iji-lorious simmer o 't. 
 
 • LOVELY ISAIJKLLA. 
 
 Sad 'b my heart since we must sever, 
 
 Lovely Isabella ; 
 Sad 's my heart since we must sever, 
 
 Fairest Isabella ; 
 Sad 's my heart since we must sever. 
 
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 POKMS wn SONGS, 
 
 Part our wcddod sinils forevor. 
 More to uifct. :ili I never, never, 
 T)ejirest Istiliella. 
 
 Ne'er apiin wliile luna \s shinin^j;, 
 
 liovelv lsa])ellu ; 
 Ne'er auain while luna 's shining, 
 
 Fairest lsa])ella ; 
 Ne'er again wliiK' luna 's shining 
 Rapt we '11 roam when day 's declining, 
 liOVe our hearts mund ither twining, 
 
 Dearest Isabella. 
 
 Henceforth doomed a hapless ranger, 
 
 Lovely Isabella ; 
 Henceforth doomed a hapless ranger, 
 
 Fairest Isabella ; 
 Henceforth doomed a hapless ranger, 
 Far from thee 'midst toils and danger, 
 Every where a lonely stranger. 
 
 Dearest Isabella. 
 
 But when far from thee I 'm roaming, 
 
 Lovely Isabella ; 
 But when far from thee I 'm roaming, 
 
 Fairest Isabella ; 
 But when far from thee I 'm roaming, 
 Still I '11 love, 'midst ocean's foaming. 
 Lightning's flash, and thunder's booming, 
 
 Dearest Isabella. 
 
MARY PERRY 
 
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 Anrl should fjite her maiidato alter. 
 
 Lovely Isabella ; 
 And should late her mandate alter, 
 
 I'\iirest Isabella ; 
 Should stern fate her mandate alter 
 And thy cruel parents falter, 
 Then I '11 cl;ijip at Hymen's altar, 
 
 Dearest L-abella. 
 
 3IA11Y PERRY. 
 
 Tune— ".% Nanny 0" 
 
 'T is sweet to see the simmer's sun, 
 
 Awaken warm and rosy ; 
 'T is sweet to see the flowers o' June 
 
 A' gathered in a posie ; 
 'T is sweet to hear the birds o' Spring 
 
 A' liltin' blythe and merry 0, 
 But sweeter far 's the sparkling e'e 
 
 0' douce wee Mary Perry 0. 
 
 Serenely calm her snaw-white broo, 
 
 Her hair is fair and sunny ; 
 The tempting witchery o' her mou* 
 
 Has reived the hearts o' mony 0. 
 Her dewy lips are ripe and red, 
 
 And luscious as the cherry j 
 It dings mc gite to hear or see 
 
 That fairy Mary Perry 0. 
 
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 POKMS AN I) S()\n>', 
 
 llcr modest ;:;ait. wha wjkIiui' loe .' 
 
 Sjio irvA' t'rat' pride'n <^rimau«'H () ; 
 llcr lioavt to lovo. and fV'u>iidslii() tru«', 
 
 ('huriiiii) inair tliaii a' her ^Macos (>. 
 Were h]\v a maid, and J a lad. 
 
 llcr lioaltli I 'd pledge in slu'rry <). 
 And bravo the rudest wintry storm 
 
 To meet sweet ^lary I'erry (). 
 
 How blest is ho wha iiauds lier ban'. 
 
 His love shoidd never weary ; 
 This warld's n;ear is empty gain. 
 
 Compared wi' sir a dearie (). 
 Ve powers, wha wing the shafts o' love, 
 
 To put men in a flurry (J, 
 Aye guard frai; seaith, the heart and hame 
 
 O' guid wee Mary Perry (). 
 
 PADDY AND THE PRIEST. 
 
 TiTNE — " T/ic Aiffkt bcfnn Larry was stretched." 
 
 1 'm the son of one Barney McFig, 
 
 Who lived in the sweet town of Cork, sir, 
 He owned a she goat and a pig, 
 
 And he worked at the curing of pork, sir. 
 My mother was Biddy O'Morn, 
 
 The grand-child of Paddy O'Brine, sir, 
 Who died ere her father was born, 
 
 And T am the last of her line, sir. 
 
 Och ! peace to her sowl night and day . 
 
I'ADDV AM) THK IMUKST 
 
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 1 NViis i(';ir«Ml on my •iraiuHiithfr's jariii, 
 
 lliirlitlv stuck ill fhf midst ot'a ho''. sir, 
 Amidst )M(iilti V and jiiirs ((iiitc a swarm. 
 
 When" I first loarnt tlic Idarncv and hriiLiiU'. sir. 
 I HiMiii l(>arii(Ml ti) liandlc tlio spade. 
 
 To work witii tiir line ;ind tlu' rake. sir. 
 To swinj: a Idack-thnrn round my licad. 
 
 And tii:lit lotii at fair and at wake. sir. 
 Suci't'ss to oiild Irrland i'or aye. 
 
 Then I went to onKl Fjitiu'r O'l-'linn, 
 
 T'> 1.' tanulit in tlic rides of the (Muireli. Ir. 
 
 Hut insteao faith I h-arned to love oiu. 
 
 And wa> Inated to penaiief and l»ireh. sir. 
 
 Oiiid Klinii. iio\v lie s(|ualied out lii.-^ ire. 
 
 When I danind botii tlie .>«aints .ind tlie eowls. sir, 
 
 lie tould nie tiiat hell \va>< a lire, 
 
 Where the (h'vii fried heretic 
 
 sowls. sir. 
 
 Then Ijioh' nie >^o ie;i\e hiin to pray. 
 
 To his rivrince I made a low I) 
 
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 And then uave my shoulders a shrnu'. sir. 
 "Dear fatlier," s.iid I. -ere I uo. 
 
 •• I would like ;i small taste from that jiiu. sir 
 '• \i' heathen. ' cried he. with ;i frown; 
 
 •• Arrah. fatlier." said 1. " wh;it s the m.iftei-, 
 " Tlie matter I ' snid he 
 
 ve u'ossooii. 
 
 NVoiild ye <l;ire soil the \ irii'in's pure water 
 • Sweet Mother, forgive liim. 1 )>ray. 
 
 •' Holy father." sai<l I. • don't jjjet cross. 
 
 '• J^nt I think vou have made a mistake, sir, 
 
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 " For 1 'ni tuuld by the scent of my uoso. 
 
 '' That 's tho water most used at a wake, sir." 
 He seiz3:l liis bl:ic'k-tli;)rii fir:ii and tiuht. 
 
 And bawled out '• Wliat is it you niean, sir?" 
 " 0, nothinir," said I. witli dcliuht. 
 
 "But T thoui;lit the juir filh'd A\'ith potheen, sir, 
 •• And asked for a drop witliout pay." 
 
 He tlirew down his silver-crossed sprig, 
 
 And lauu'hcd till ye 'd thought he would die. sir 
 Then tossed off liis ould musty wig, 
 
 Aiul tipped mi' a wink with his eye. sir. 
 " Faith. Jerry," said he. '• as a wag, 
 
 " The devil must own yo re a switcher. 
 "But 1 fear there's some dust in your crag;" 
 
 " Dear father." said ]. '• bring the pitcher, 
 '• T wish now to wash it away." 
 
 We sat till the bean)s of the day. 
 
 Were streaking with yellow the sky, sir^ 
 When he got quite zealous to pray. 
 
 And I sot quite blind of an eye. sir. 
 We drank till we fell to the ground, 
 
 And as both to get up were unable. 
 When I woke in the morning I found 
 
 Flinn hugging the pig 'neath the table. 
 And swearing to love it for aye. 
 
KIH8TY LASS. 
 
 Ti'NK " Whistle oer thr frivc o'f." 
 
 Dear Kirsty lass, if ye '11 eonsent 
 To let Mess John our saiils eemeut. 
 T Ml wad a <;roat ye '11 ne'er repent 
 
 Your niarriaire wi' the weaver. 
 I hae ua(! riches at my ea' 
 Tu deck ye aff wi' inusliiis braw, 
 But here 's a heart that 's worth them a' 
 
 Althouirh 1 'm but a weaver. 
 
 By thy red cheek and sparkling e'e. 
 Thy glossy hair ajid bonny bnn^ 
 1 swear T Ml ever constant be. 
 
 If ye Ml but tak' the weaver. 
 Thy modest gait and form genteel 
 Hae pierced my heart like pointed steel ; 
 Tak' pity on an honest chiel. 
 
 And wed him. though a weaver. 
 
 If ye Ml consent to be my ain. 
 
 When ance we 're linked by wedlock's chain. 
 
 I '11 kiss and daut thee. how fain 
 
 Will be thy humble weaver. 
 Though poor in gear, yet rich in love. 
 And blessed wi' health, thnuigh life we'll move, 
 And if I ever fickle prove 
 
 Dool fa' thv faithless weaver. 
 
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TIBBIE. 
 
 TuxE— " Wooed an' Married an' «'." 
 
 Gac ring a' the bells in the parish, 
 
 Frac car' in the morning till noon, 
 For Tibbie is noo getting married 
 
 To Glaud o' the neis>t borough tcun; 
 Last Sunday at Kirk when I Jicard it, 
 
 I thocht wi' surprise I wad faVn, 
 And the text that aye ran in my noddle. 
 Was Tibbie is getting a man. 
 To kiss and cuddle an' a', 
 Cuddle and kiss an' a', 
 Glaud 's getting a braw. plump young lassie, 
 To kiss and cuddle an' a'. 
 
 There wasna' a tost like our Tibbie, 
 Between the twa en's o' the lane. 
 Her blue e'en and plump cheeks sae ruddy, 
 
 Filled mony a chiel's heart wi' pain ; 
 The lads cam' in dizzcns to woo her, 
 But a' their entreaties Avere vain. 
 For ever since Glaud swore to lo'e her 
 She treated the lave wi' disdain. 
 Kiss and cuddle an' a'. 
 
 Cuddle and kiss an' a'. 
 Glaud 's getting the tost o' the parish 
 To kiss and cuddle an' a'. 
 
TITiBIE. 
 
 I ft? 
 
 Neist Friday's the clay that's appointed 
 For waiting on Reverend 3Iess John, 
 To cet the twa youngsters united. 
 
 In spirit, in flesh, bhiid and bone; 
 Sine hanie in a noddic sve '11 rattle. 
 
 As fast as the horses can rin ; 
 And the chiel wha that nicht dares be dowie, 
 We '11 douk him three times in the Fjinn. 
 Kiss and cuddle an' a'. 
 
 (Middle and kiss an' a'. 
 A health to the chiel wha invented 
 Sweet kissing and cnddlin' an' a'. 
 
 Belyve when we get our kites packet, 
 
 Wi' haggis, and ilka thing guid, 
 Roun the table we '11 sit blythe and happy, 
 
 Inspired wi' John Barleycorn's bluid ; 
 Wi' fiddling and dancing and singing. 
 
 Our spirits we winna let sink ; 
 And if grewsome auld care dare to enter. 
 We'll scaud him wi' reeking Scotch drink. 
 Kiss and cuddle an' a'. 
 
 Cuddle and kiss ar' a'. 
 The pleasures o' kissing and cuddling, 
 Bachelors never can knaw. 
 
 Thus blythely the nicht will gae scrieving. 
 Till Barleycorn fley'd for his fame. 
 
 Sends wee '• Willie Winkie" t<> tell us, 
 'T is time we were a' stepping hame ; 
 
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 POEMS AN I) SONGS. 
 
 And when they are baith snuirly beddit. 
 
 With pleasure we'll empty a ean. 
 Wishing' Gland meikle luek wi' his wifie. 
 And Tibbie much joy wi' her man. 
 Kiss and cuddle an' a', 
 
 (Middle and kiss an' n". 
 Nought earthly ean yield sieean pleasure, 
 As kissing and euddling an' a'. 
 
 Success noo to (Jlaud and to Tibbie. 
 
 May poortith ne'er enter their door ; 
 But live snuii' a)id ha])]»y thetiithcr. 
 Till up at the verge o' four-score ; 
 And when death, that heart-breakinsi; auld carlie. 
 
 Has nieket their threads like the lave. 
 May bairns wi' the tears of" remembrance. 
 Aft water the flowers on their grave. 
 Groaning and sighing an' a'. 
 
 Sighing and groaning an' a'. 
 And raise a bit stane o'(M" their ashes 
 The plaei' o' their slund»er to shaw. 
 
 TO AIIMS. () MY GOrXTRV TO ARMS. 
 
 Once more is the flag of old Britain nnfiirled, 
 
 And flauntiniilv kisses tln> wind ; 
 Her foe is a despot, the scourge of the world. 
 
 Her cause is the rights of mankind ; 
 Her bugle is sounding, her sword is unsheathed. 
 
 Her cannon the tyrant alarms; 
 who 'd lag behind in such trlorious strife. 
 
 To arms I O mv couutry tu arms! 
 
MV COUNTRY lO AKM.S. 
 
 18U 
 
 Side bv side we now liulit with tiie valorous Gaul. 
 
 Who for auvs contested our iiiiuht ; 
 Now joined. lu';i.rt and hand, every (h'sp.it must fall. 
 
 Who dares to presnme <»n onr riulit. 
 Wo hav(^ lonu' war'd in error. ni»w e(|uity's law.s 
 
 Kaeh British and (lauiie heart warms; 
 The (lodhead is smilini:' assent on onr cause. 
 
 To arms I () mv eonntrv to arms! 
 
 On Alma's proud heights did ynur victor swords gleam; 
 
 Fieri e Inkerman blazons votu' nanu' ; 
 l^alaklava and Britain together shall beam. 
 
 Jn t!ie annals of history and i'ame. 
 Tcdierneyah 's still rod with the fruits id" vour zeal, 
 
 Your valour humanity charms. 
 Sebastopol's ashes are spread to the v.iiul, 
 
 To arms I () my eonntrv tn arms! 
 
 Bravo (Jauls, ve are sons of the heroes who trod 
 
 \'ietorious throuuh iMirope in yore ; 
 Vour ancestors fouuht for the hill of onr (lod, 
 
 And dyed it with Intidcl u'ore ; 
 Then liast»^ to the onset, fame f illitws ydiir path. 
 
 Your E:igle the desp it disarms ; 
 Moscow be your wai'-cry. and viet n'y or death. 
 
 To arms! brav(*st (lanls. then t > arms! 
 
 And JJritain. thonuh i'ar frnm thy nionntains 1 roam. 
 
 Thouiih an exile 'monu' stranticrs I pine. 
 Thou still art my country, thou still art my home. 
 
 And thy welfare shall ever be mine; 
 
POEMS AND SOXas. 
 
 May the Lily. Kosk. TiMSTr.K. mid SiiAMRfX'K. loiii^ 
 twine 
 
 Their laurels, 'midst war's dread alarms, 
 May f'riei»dslii]> and love rcMurn in every line, 
 
 T(» arms. (Iai i, and HinroN. fn arms. 
 
 LS AB KLi. A, 
 
 () I 't is pleasinii'. O I t is eliarmin<^. 
 When the insect tribes are swarming , 
 At the hour when lovely I'luobus 
 Leaves in shade the hills and meadows, 
 Fanned by zephyr breathin;Lr mellow, 
 J^'ovfh to roam with Isabella, 
 
 Soar proud laverock, to the azure, 
 Merle and thrush yt)ur music measure, 
 Smile ye flowers with night dews dreepinj^, 
 As from glen and glade ye 're peeping, 
 But in nature nought can fellow 
 jNIy life, my soul, niy Isabella, 
 
 Haste on. 'J'inie. and do not tarry, 
 luring the nights ))oth clear and starry, 
 liring the time when blytlu^ careering, 
 Bcapers throng to join the shearing, 
 Then, for life, wdieu leaves are yellow. 
 I '11 clasp mv angel Isabella. 
 
DKAR KATK. 
 
 Uo boast of your beauties in circles of fashion, 
 
 Arrayed iii tlie jiraiidcur of state; 
 I3ut give nie, thou (ioddess of love's holy passion. 
 
 The heart and the hand <»f 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. 
 
 Kestatic 's my love for dear Kate. 
 
 On her cheek, rosy tints with the lily seem blending. 
 
 Her teeth with the ivory could mate ; 
 Her voice, all the music of nature transcending, 
 
 Inspire me with lovi; for dear Kate. 
 
 My soul's dearest charnier I my senses she *1! ravish, 
 Love's slave T ani doomed from this date; 
 
 Were the Indies my portion, their wealth 1 could lavish, 
 To win but the heart of dear Kate. 
 
 
 Ye powers who at will rend the mountains asunder, 
 Who wield the bright sceptre of tate, 
 
 Who bridle the storms and embattle the thunder, 
 give me the heart of dear Kate. 
 
BANXO(JKS 0' BAULKY. 
 
 A health to thee Scotland, brave land of the mountain. 
 Of^len, rock and river, and wild dashing fountain, 
 Of hearts that ne'er yet to their foes cried a parley, 
 Of whiskey and brose, aye and bannocks o' barley. 
 
 Bannocks o' bear meal and bannocks o' barley, 
 Hurrah for auld .Scotland and bannocks o' barley. 
 
 Langsyne when our hardy auld gutchers fair fa' them, 
 Cruntet croons <»' tlu; Komaiis. syne left them to claw 
 
 them. 
 \\'hat lent our sires pith, thus to yerk them sae sairly, 
 'T was nought but the brose and the bannocks o' barley. 
 
 Bannocks. A:c. 
 
 Ye Southrons wha feed upon beef and plum-pudding, 
 Your shanks ne'er could equal the anes our sires stood on, 
 Wha kicket your doups frae our heath hills sae rarely, 
 Success then to Scotland and bannocks o' barley. 
 
 Bannocks, &c. 
 
 Then hey for auld Scotland, and hey for her whisky, 
 
 And hey for her sons ever jovial and frisky, 
 
 And hey for the braid swords that gleamed for Prince 
 
 Charlie, 
 And hey for the brose and the bannocks o' barley. 
 
 Bannocks. &c. 
 
PEGGY. 
 
 T:vse—" Dainti/ Davie" 
 
 Whur Curthii's bonny crystal tido 
 Roara o'or yon crags wi' foaming pride, 
 A lassie lives, ah ! wae betide 
 
 The wretch wad wrang my Peggy. 
 
 Bonny Peggy, sweet and fair, 
 AVinsonie Peggy, faitlifu' Peggy; 
 
 'Neath the sky I hae nac care 
 But honest-hearted Peggy. 
 
 Sac rare her form, sae sweet her face, 
 Her ringlets that a queen might grace, 
 Ding wooers gite in ilka place, 
 leeze me on my Peggy. 
 Bonny Peggy, &c. 
 
 Her witching e'en gie siccan stouns 
 That lads come thick frae neighbouring touns. 
 And crack wi' spite ilk ither's crouns, 
 For seeking love frae PeccT' ~ 
 Bouny Peggy, &c. 
 
 Though titled knaves live bein and braw, 
 And o'er their lauds and siller blaw. 
 
 I hae a treasure worth them a', 
 The guileless heart o' Peggy. 
 
 Bonny Peggy, &c. . , 
 
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 POKMS AND SONO.<, 
 
 Awa wi' a' sic woaith and stylo. 
 Upheld by luingry poortiths' toil. 
 A cog ii' broso and ac sW(H!t smilo. 
 Are worth them a' wi' J*eg<ry. 
 
 Bonny Peggy, sweet and fair, 
 Winsome Peggy, i'aitlif'u' Poggy ; 
 
 'Neath the sky [ hae nae care 
 But honest-hearted Peggy. 
 
 BUKNS'8 AxXNlVERSARY, 
 
 Jamauy 25, 18G4. 
 Tune—" The Black Watch:' 
 
 The Sangs o' Burns, the 8angs o' Burns, 
 
 Oh I wha but lo'es those strains, man, 
 That melt and tire the soul by turns, 
 
 And swell the heart and veins, man. 
 A magic skill that rules the will, 
 
 Pervades their ilka lino, man ; 
 A nameless charm that nerves the arm, 
 
 Or melts at " Auld-lang-syne," man. 
 
 Sae tak' your stan' wi' glass in han' 
 To pay the tribute duo, man ; 
 
 A thrilling cheer for ane sae dear 
 As Burns, the Ayrshire Ploughman, 
 
 Though churlish louts his country scouts, 
 
 To leer its barefoot lasses, 
 E'en let them spit their cankert wit. 
 
 They prove themselves but asses. 
 
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 The witcliiiiir wih-s and .suniiv smiles. 
 
 And 
 
 muiiisli «''('ii sac 
 
 1)1 
 
 U(>. man. 
 
 That cheer the lianics o' Scotland's domes, 
 Knra|it onr manly IMouiihnian. 
 Then tak' ynii staii , iVc. 
 
 What sh-eanis nl'jire i\>\\\ fV.im his lyre 
 
 When Wallace \vit;ht *s his theme, man, 
 <)' Jiannock's hanks, where I5rnet>'s ranks 
 
 S(!ak'd dear auld Scotland's lame. nnin. 
 There Saxon loons gat eracket croons, 
 
 Whilk served them lanu' to claw at, 
 While Scotland sang till echo rang. 
 
 " A man s a man I'or a' that." 
 
 tak' 
 
 voiir Stan'. Si( 
 
 ''The lingering star" tliat shines afar 
 In yonder vaidt sae ]>\m\ man. 
 
 Shall record hear throntih ilka year 
 Ofanu whose h(!art was true, man. 
 
 A rapt'rous tlame pervades the frame, 
 
 And 
 
 i-kl 
 
 th 
 
 sparkles m tne e en man 
 
 Wh 
 
 ene er 
 
 lie St 
 
 rinus his Inirt). and sin^.'* 
 
 Of Mary, or his Jea 
 
 n. man. 
 
 Sae tak" your stan'. kc. 
 
 The sordid suniph may growl and glumph, 
 
 We carena that a flee, man. 
 We 're kin'ly met and firmly set 
 
 To ettle Kohin's <>lee. man, 
 Let Willie brew the mountain dew, 
 
 J^rt Rab and Allan pree, man, 
 
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 POEMS AND SONGS 
 
 For cri' wo irno ilk rliicl intuin hao 
 A (Inipple in liis v\\ 111:111. 
 
 Sao tak' your stiiii' wi' <;l;iss in ban* 
 
 To |) I y tlu' triliutc due, man ; 
 A rmisin' clioor lor a no s:io dear 
 
 As Burns, tlio Ayrshiro JMouiihnum. 
 
 JEKMS .AIcFARLANE. 
 
 TuxK " Whiitllc o'er the Idvc o't" 
 
 Anitlior yoar maun como and frant;, 
 And liaith I (bar wo '11 tliiiik it lan^- 
 l^cfbro wo got anithor saiiu; 
 
 Frao canty J 00ms MoFarlanc. 
 Fu' wool I wat ho ohar.nts his strains 
 In praiso o' Scotia's curliiit: stanos, 
 The hof/scorcy voclc and icy plains 
 
 Arc muse for Jeoms ^IcFarlane. 
 
 The Ayr and Nithsdalc curlini;- train 
 Hao every reason to be vain, 
 They 'vo got a laureate o' their ain 
 
 In canty Jcems McFarlanc. 
 The merits o' ilk "cannv Scot" 
 Wha forms the iovons curlint'' knot, 
 Are marked; and sung ilk bonny shot. 
 
 By canty Jeoms 3IcFarlane. 
 
 To see him standing at the tee 
 Would fill the dullest gloit wi' glee. 
 
JKKMS McFAKLANE. 
 
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 ?i(' niJicjic licht beams frnc tho o\\ 
 O' eanty Jecius McFarlano. 
 
 Or mark him raciiii; nmn' tlie rink. 
 
 While siiuririi; stanes a' tlirou'tlier clink. 
 
 ('(•nfoiind me, ])ut ye 'fl really think 
 The (leil 's in .Teems MeKarlane. 
 
 I 've kenM him noo some years sinsyne, 
 I've broke his bread and drank his wino. 
 Sae while 1 live I '11 never tine 
 
 ^.n'd i'or rfeems .McFarlano. 
 liCt pnrse-prond cynics eock their nose, 
 And ^irn alike at f'riens and foes, 
 Them and their dirt I 'd rather lose 
 'IMian eanty Jeems McFarlanc. 
 
 I vow a better heart ne'er stocd 
 
 Upon a frozen crystal flood. 
 
 And nane has truer Scottish blood 
 
 Than canty Jeems McFarlane. 
 Although •' nae poet in a sense," 
 He has a due; depcree o' mense, 
 And wha can better reckon pence 
 
 Than canty Jeems McFarlaue, 
 
 Noo Jamie lad. come jrie 's thy han,' 
 By a' that 's guid. and n'i«(.;it and gran,' 
 I hail thee as a gentleman. 
 
 Though only Jeems McFarhine. 
 May Killie ne'er be mair to blame — 
 Ne'er adc] mair censure to her name, 
 Than when she gave to honest fame 
 
 Her canty Jeems McFarlane. 
 
SOXCr. 
 
 TfNi: — " The rode and wcc pic/dc tow." 
 
 The cuuld Icy scnsoii has noo pnsscd awa', 
 And Simmer comes dancinp; fu' clicery 0; 
 
 The jjjowans blink .sweetly whar deserts o' snaw 
 Lay through the lang winter sac dreary 0. 
 
 The glad heart o' nature wi' rapture noo thuds; 
 
 The birdies are pouring their sangs frao the wuds; 
 
 The forests rejoice in their green spreading buds j 
 Sae I '11 baud awa to my deary 0. 
 
 The swallow ance mair frae his hidden retreat 
 
 Is skimming about our auld bigging O, 
 His neb fu' o' clay to provide his wee mate 
 
 Wi' a nest in the neuk o' its rigging 0. 
 The wee fleecy lammics, like bnirnies at play. 
 Are frisking about on the fice of the brae, 
 While the firmer frae sunrise till close o' the day, 
 Is busily hocinu; and digginu" 0. 
 
 My Peggy's cot stands on the top o' a knowc. 
 
 And a kail-yaird slopes down richt behint it 0; 
 A plot decks the front whar sweet-smelling flowers 
 grow, 
 And I 'II warrant the bees never tint it 0. 
 A wimplin bit burn bores its way through the swaird, 
 That serves for a drain to my Peggy's kail-yaird; 
 Her dad, in his life time, o 't a' was the Jaird, 
 Forby o' King's coin quite a mint o 't 0. 
 
SAINT ANDREWS DAY 
 
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 But noo he is dead, and doar ^Icg lives alane, 
 Wi' nac mate but the cow in the stable 0, 
 And a flock o' braw liens that avo sorond to nane, 
 
 Whilk provide aye enough for tlie table () : 
 But ere the neist ouk it' i don't ]irove a eoof, 
 I'll say to her. lass I here 's my heart and my loof, 
 Accept them, dear Me,u\ as a true lover's proof. 
 
 That he '11 da at and protect while he 's able O. 
 
 
 A 
 
 ST. ANDREWS DAY. 
 
 Written for and sung at the Annual Dinner of the St. Andrew's 
 Society. Saint John, N. B., ISG2. 
 
 Ti-NK— •• 'nr MillcT Droii." 
 
 Ye canty sons o' (,'aledon, 
 
 I 'm blythe to meet ye here, 
 On this aboon ilk ither nieht 
 
 That marks the rollinp,' year. 
 What though the gurly winter wins 
 
 Hold forth in angry tones. 
 We've somethiiig here t) clici-r our hearts, 
 
 Sae. Donald wake thy drones. 
 
 And fill ye up a ])i-iniming- cup, 
 FiCt 's joy in 't wliili' we nny ; 
 
 And as we tak' the titlicr sup. 
 Wo '11 toast San<t Andrew's Day- 
 
 Sanct Andrew was a jolly Sanct. 
 I 've heard auld kimmers tell, , 
 
 
IMU 
 
 POEMS A>'D SO.NGH, 
 
 Wha lo'ed. in sanctly company, 
 
 A quegh frae Donald's stcll. 
 And when beneath the social board 
 
 His peers had stretched their bones, 
 He o'er his shouther laid his pipes, 
 
 And kittled up their drones. 
 
 Sae fill y(^ up a lirimniing cup. 
 
 liCt 's joy ill t while we may ; 
 And as we tak' the tither sup, 
 
 We'll toast 8anet Andrew's Day. 
 
 What thouuh the wide Atlantic roT.i 
 
 'Tween this and Scotia's shore, 
 In fancy still we see the kiiowes 
 
 We trod in youth and yure. 
 That hatigis. too. •' warm, reekin'. rich." 
 
 'Neath whilk the tabh' uroans. 
 Recalls fond mem'rii's o' the past. 
 
 And sae dae Donald's drones 
 
 Sae fill ye up a brimming cup, 
 fict 's joy in 't while we may ; 
 
 And as we tak' the tither sup. 
 We'll toast Sanct Andrew's Day. 
 
 That siller-mounted siieeshin' mull, 
 
 And steamiuii' toddv-ljowl. 
 Brinji' back the days when laird and serf 
 
 Sat boozing cheek-by-iowl ; 
 The kilted clansmen spring to life. 
 
 And ilk his armour dons, 
 On hearing these wild martial strains 
 
 That fojjie frae Donald's drones. 
 
BETSV MILLKK. 
 
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 feac fill ye iij) ;; hviiiiiiiiiio' cup, 
 Lot 's jitv ill 't whili' we iiiay. 
 
 And ns wt' t:ik' the titlioi- sup. 
 Wo '11 ti.iisr S;uict Andrew's I); 
 
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 The hoary .ind much 1 
 
 iiiiiourcd (jhief. 
 
 Prosidinu- '>"<'r this d 
 
 inc 
 
 Oman 
 
 Recalls the Scottish gcntl 
 
 Of ages pist laniisyno ; 
 Lang may he toddio up and <lo\vn, 
 
 Relieving jjoortith's lunaiis. 
 A credit to tin- hciithcrv land 
 
 Whoro (>cli(. |)nii;ild's di 
 
 ■ones. 
 
 Sae fill 
 
 yc u]) ,1 hnmming cup, 
 
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 Let 's joy iu 'r while wo ma 
 And as we tak' the tither sup. 
 We'll to.-ist Sanet Andrew's Di 
 
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 IJHTS V M 1 j,L VAi. 
 
 In the cast or in the west. 
 
 Xanc can match \vi' Betsy Miller; 
 A' the [) )wcrs o' Xorlaird hlast 
 
 Caiina hand a c.indlc till her. 
 
 Ret.^y's tiingue gangs like a h-ll. 
 
 Free I'rac hanker, halt, or st:inunor. 
 Constant yelpin' in a style 
 
 Louder far than \'ulcan's hammer: 
 
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 POEM5< AND SONGS, 
 
 Jj(*;i'V'v tliaii till! souiKliiig Ijiiin ; 
 
 E'en Uars of Ayr aro (juitc knocked under; 
 Botsy. when ance fair iKi^un, 
 
 Far cxceods tlioir loudest thunder. 
 
 Corrievrekin eease your wratli ; 
 
 Hoar nae luair ye i'oauiin^ billows; 
 Howlinu' tempests are but sisrhs, 
 
 Matched wi' Betsy's dreadful bellows. 
 Li<ji;ht'ninus that illume the sky. 
 
 When the elements are raii'in<!;, 
 (^in't match the ulare o' Hetsy's eye, 
 
 When a scoldinu' war she's wa^in*:^. 
 
 Hark I what sound is that wc liear 
 
 On the ])reeze of morn in u' swelling'/ 
 Echointi- like the falls of h'yer. 
 
 Tush, "t is oulv I>etsv vellin<;-. 
 Kagles on the ruuiicd cliffs. 
 
 Awe struck, sit and listen till her ; 
 Nature canna match the voice 
 
 Of this vixen. J^etsy >liller. 
 
 In the east or in the west, 
 
 Nane can match wi' Betsy Miller; 
 A' the powers o' Norlan' blast 
 
 equina hand a candle till her. 
 
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 Noo Spring; has retiirntHl wi' its buds and its blossom.**. 
 
 And nature rojoiciiii; receivos licr auld irien' ; 
 The woodhinds re-echo the sung o' tlie blackbird, 
 
 And sweetly the gowaus be-speekle the green. 
 But sadlv I stray on thy banks. O I sweet Cartha, 
 
 Nor tongue can describe half the anguish I feel; 
 For death, that stern :■ !ver, has stown frae my bosom. 
 
 The bonny young lassie I liket sae weel. 
 
 Aft, aft on thy banks J hae roamed wi' dear Jeanie, 
 
 When nicht's sable shades shrouded mountain an' lea ; 
 And thocht mysel' blessed while I clasped her fondly, , 
 
 And kissed her sweet lips 'neath yon auld hawthorn 
 tree. 
 She was young, she was bonny, true-hearted and winning; 
 
 Aye blithesome and artless, aye modest and leal ; 
 But death, that stern reiver, has stown frae my bosom. 
 
 The bonny young lassie 1 liket sae weel. 
 
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 Bereft o' my Jeanie, nought earthly can cheer me, 
 
 In vain noo the laverock sweet carols on hee, 
 The violet and lily hae tint a' the beauty, 
 
 That wont in my youth-time to dazzle my c'e ; 
 Noo heart worn and weary I stray by fair Cartha, 
 
 And sigh 'neath the hawthorn sae aftcn our beil ; 
 For death, that stern reiver, has stown frae my bosom, 
 
 The bonny young lassie I liket sac weel. 
 
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THK LASSIE I KEN. 
 
 Thon^ 's a l^oimy yoiiiiji,' lat-sie I ken. 
 Doun iiuKinu' you irrccn knowes, 
 AVliei'c the wee l)urnie rows, 
 
 Stands tlic cut of the lassie I. ken. 
 
 Her charms M'ha could paint ^vith a pen ; 
 'Neath tlie sun's gowden ray 
 There 's nae floAver half so gay 
 
 As the bonny young lassie 1 ken. 
 
 The violet blooms sweet in its den; 
 
 But sweet thouLih it be, 
 
 It's no halt' sac tj me 
 As the bonnv younj'- lassie I ken. 
 
 She staw my heart first in yon glen, 
 All' ever sinsyne 
 [ 've had nae peace o' min' 
 
 For the thoughts o' the lassie I ken. 
 
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 Wi' her a blitlie life I conld spen', 
 For her c'c 's a bricht blue, 
 And her heart's leal and true; 
 
 She 's an angel, the lassie I ken. 
 
K K N X E D Y . 
 
 Tr.NF. -" .S'^o^,s^ icka har wi' Wallace bled'' 
 
 Here, an nil 1(1 tliis festive board, 
 tSoeial joy tlie rel^-ning lord, 
 Let us j(»iii '\n nno accord. 
 
 To honour Kennedy; 
 H ha can shiu- a martial sau^ 
 v^^well its echoes loud and lang, 
 Filling halls wi' warlike clang, 
 
 Nane compared wi' he. 
 
 Hark I just noo his clarion tones 
 Fill the liidd wi' dying groans, 
 Victory's shouts and widows' moans, 
 
 Well-a-day .' quoth he. 
 List again his melting strains 
 Floating o'er the battle plains. 
 Reason reels, wliile passion rcign>! 
 
 fn his melody. 
 
 ''Bonny Jean" is left to wail 
 In this dreary, tcarfu' vale, 
 When the bard's last accents fail, 
 
 As breathed by Kennedy. 
 Bruce revives in '' Scot's wha hac," 
 Jack 's alive in "Biscay Bay," 
 Thunders boom, and light'uings play, 
 
 In his minstrelsy. 
 
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 POKMS AXD soNns. 
 
 ■• Ffaiiic CHiiu' (lur uiiidniiin at o'en,' 
 
 Links ill mirth both toe and f'rion' ; 
 '• Athol's cotii'tshiji" (>' liis .Jean 
 
 Wakes uur synipatliy ; 
 Ilka '-True born Enulishnian" 
 •loins >Ic({ri'gor's outlawed clan, 
 Heart to heart, and han' to ban', 
 
 At in id !>' Kennedy. 
 
 How ilka joke and funny crack 
 
 iirin-^s •■ liangsyne" and its inem'ries back, 
 
 When •• Nannie that's awn." alack I 
 
 Was iovfu'. blithe and I'ree : 
 Let ilka •' Kiltie," lank and lean, 
 English Hodger, fat and bicn. 
 Sing wi' me, '' God save the Queen," 
 
 Led on by Kennedy. 
 
 WATTY McFEE. 
 
 TuxE — ''Geo wo Neddy." 
 Auld Watty McFee dwalt on Braxieliam knowes, 
 Whar he owned a snug cot-liouse, a park and some cows, 
 A queer sort o' body, without wife or wean, 
 For mony lang years lie kept house there alane, 
 I3ut Watty McFee, man, 
 Was whiles fu' o' glee, man, 
 And then was the time ye could judge o' the nian. 
 
 Though Watty had siller he never was proud, 
 Was to a' folks alike, as a man o' sense should, 
 
WATTY McFEE. 
 
 Tlu' INht w.is hut .laiiile, the Peasant was Jock, 
 And tli(! hciriTiii- aye li'ot a supply tor his pook, 
 
 Vnr Watty Mel'^oe. man. 
 
 Was aye IVank and IVec man. 
 As a' folks maim own that <''ov met w i' tin* man. 
 
 I5nt Mae was nac elder. tintU'^h fond o" the Kirk. 
 And ready to join aye in eliarity's woi-k, 
 llypeerisy ne'e)' I'ound a throne in his hr(mst, 
 And as a' )iien hae faults. Mae had ane at the least; 
 
 l"'or \Vatty MeFee, man. 
 
 Wiiiles liket a spree, man, 
 .And tluMi ve wad tlioeht him a diflcnnt man. 
 
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 In the cdaehan hard by livi'd auld Browster wife Nelly, 
 Whose ae e'e was blin' and the ither was skelly, 
 A guid erunn)ie eake aye cam in wi" her yill, 
 And there Ibr hale days Mae sat l^.xisin' his fill. 
 
 (lie ^^ atty McFee. man, 
 
 A spark in his e'e, man, 
 And then to tret np he "s the \'('ry last man, 
 
 llis arm-ehair was set liy tlie side o' Xtdl's ingle. 
 
 Wiuir eouthily I'oim" liim his cronies did miuLih!. 
 
 A eo?// on his head, and his sjho; on his nose. 
 
 There I'atron ami l^'otege sat <(nit<' jocose, 
 For Watty .Mei''ce. man, 
 W as fond o' the \)ycv. man. 
 
 And sue were the loons that encircled him roun', 
 
 Auld Watty was iirosy when telliui; a tale, 
 J^Ut lie aye <rnt gnid listeners for plenty o' aje, 
 
 1 
 
 II: 
 
'lOS 
 
 POKMS A.VJJ SOMJS 
 
 AVlia lu'.'ird ji' liis stories. \vi' rcNcrciicc. ikic (|i)iiht. 
 And pr.-iiscd ;i' liis j(tkrs while the licker held out, 
 
 I'^>r AV.itly Mt'Fee. in.in. 
 
 A\'heii ;iuee oit rlie sjifee. llKlll, 
 Wad pay fnr a' imuii' him. the r.)(ili,>h auld iii;m. 
 
 Ac blink he wad tell n' the wars (»' lanusyne : 
 Next, the b;'st niixle o' I'eedinii' l\Ve, pimltry and swine; 
 Then, sasi'e like, n' Kirk and <»' State he w.id eraeket, 
 Syne, like the auld miller, sinii' " Tak it man. tak it," 
 
 Then \\'atly Mel"'ee. man. 
 
 AVad wink his ae e'e. man. 
 And thum]> on the tahle just lik(> a crazed man. 
 
 The yill aye earn in amidst rev(d and shout. 
 To replcMiish the <■(!/>:< that went eiridini:' almut. 
 Auld Mae held the >itniiii^ ;in(l kept itijijnu uf/'c/ratiy 
 Aye sni'e to oct druidc as a l>iper at e'en ; 
 Then Wattv .Mer.-e, man. 
 
 .^earco a 
 
 hi,' t 
 
 o see. man. 
 
 Was led to his liamnKHdv', the slllv auld man. 
 
 But waesock ! ae nicdit there arose a tell kiek-up. 
 For AVatty was seized wl' a terrible hieeup, 
 Nac auld wife nor doctor could cure it ava. 
 Sae in less than three days Watty slipjx^t awa', 
 Poor Watty Me Fee. man, 
 ])eatli ended his s])ree. man, 
 And sont to the nmols what was anee a blithe man. 
 
SONG. 
 
 Tl'NK- " Ml/ Noililir O," 
 
 Tlicrc's (Miild kail at liaiiic t'oi- ino. 
 
 And l)ami()('ks bak(!(l \vi' Inirloy ; 
 Korhy :i tlf't to clear iiiv r'v. 
 
 That 's uiiid when ta'«Mi but s{)art)ly 0. 
 My will' MOO kens luy way sac wool, 
 
 And how t<» uuido the sillor (); 
 That a' my care when out afiel, 
 
 Is how to bring it till her 0. 
 
 Sonic wives maun liac their tea and cakes, 
 
 And ither useless trashtric (), 
 Like jams and marm'lades to tluur bakes, 
 
 That 's nought ])ut downricdit Avastrio O. 
 But mine is no sac ill to please. 
 
 Nor my W(;e bairn ics eitlier ; 
 For crumple cakes and dauds o' cheese. 
 
 'Thoy a' dance roun' t1i(>ir taither O. 
 
 Their m ither keeps them tosh and clean. 
 
 Though often in the gutter ; 
 And when the Sabbath day comes roun', 
 
 They a' get brose and butter (). 
 She clouts my claes and cleans my shoou ; 
 
 When sick she gies me toddy : 
 What I gie her, ne'er fasli vour thoom. 
 
 For she 's a worthy body O. 
 
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A TKKTOTALLKirS SAXO. 
 
 Tr.sn — ^* /hni)idr/,s d' lUtrloj Mail,'' 
 
 Tbo poets Iniiisyno. In llic liciu', t o' i\r\v lolly, 
 
 Gnod ,u'}'t(' \vi' llii'lr pr.iisrs o' Ijiivlcycdi'irs l;iiiic, 
 Tlioir p.itron was IJacclius. tlic pu] o' the jolly. 
 
 Their p-.isswonl a jieatlaclic and woi-iii-eateii waiiie. 
 Rut nno, cnniinon sense has turned tliiniis topsy-turvy, 
 
 The eauld water cure's drawn tlic Idnid rra(! our e'en. 
 Our noses liae tlirown ali' the sii:n o' the scurvy, 
 
 And nioinin<i'-(dear heads are quiti^ commou I ween. 
 
 Sac down wi' the bicker, and down wi' the bottle. 
 
 John IJarley. we bid thee a lang, laiiLi- i'areweel; 
 Owcrhini; ye hae scalded the heart and the throttle. 
 
 But noo we will urind thee to barley-meal. 
 
 Ower lanti'. miidiicss kens, we hae borne thy misdoings 
 
 Without takln' tent what the upshot would be, 
 Noo clearly we see a' th^^ dools and the' ruins. 
 
 That come in tli'^ \v.(ko o' a friendshij) lor thee ; 
 Sae pick up thy trav)- .','id i);uk all" to the deevil, 
 
 Nor show thy nose mair anian^ douce, honest men, 
 Our auld mithor earth is nov,- deluti'od with evil. 
 
 That springs frae tliy uill stoup. ami bii;' tappet hen. 
 
 Sae down wi' the bicker, and down wi' the bottle. 
 
 John Barley we bid thee a laiiu', lanj;- fiireweel. 
 Ower lang ye hae scalded the heart and the throttle, 
 
 But noo we will grind thee to barley-meal. 
 
T 
 
 sits a 
 
 •Jii 
 
 ic, 
 
 nine, 
 iurvy. 
 )ur e'en. 
 
 Avccn . 
 
 bottle, 
 cnvcel ; 
 tlirottlo. 
 
 
 men. 
 
 t lien. 
 
 )ottle. 
 'weel. 
 ;hrottle, 
 
 Our wives, heaven ble^ss tlicm. mxt ('lu'crfu' mid V()<;<j:y, 
 
 lillnk on tlicir triiMlmen Avitli true lovissjieakiiig e'en ; 
 Our bairns nrc wcri cIikI. mikI line ri>iitli in tbrir <'<>u;gy. 
 
 Ami a' (hitiLi's abmil lis .irc lilitlioninc mid Kicii ; 
 AVc fear iiar tlic caitld. I'nr tlicrc's lil'i' in llic iiiiilc; 
 
 We I'car IKK' till' wcct. Inr \vi''\c biu' (-(cits mid shoon ; 
 We fear nao starvatimi. Inr bi\vl»iis n m jin'^le, 
 
 Tn i'abs erst ke]>t ciiijity liv tln'i". tliiui mdd Inuii 
 
 Sac ddwii wi' the bickci". and diwii \vi* the buttle, 
 John Harlcy we ])id thn- ;i jmii:'. l;iii<4 I'areweel. 
 
 Ower lan;x ye liac scalded tho heart and the throttle, 
 But noo we will i;rind tiiee to barley-meal. 
 
 S () N' ( ; . 
 
 Noo three short years liae blithely jiiissed 
 
 Since Mv'j: and I were mie. 
 An' still I bl(»<s tlie uiiid .-mid ))riest 
 
 That bound us by love's ehaiii. 
 
 I 'or she 's :iye. aye pletisinu', 
 An' she 's ayi' pleasing' nu*. 
 
 She's avi'. aye itleasinu'. 
 An' we stjldoni disa;i;r(>e. 
 
 ITcr silken hair, her bMiiiiy jirow. 
 
 Ilcr witehinjj; dark blue c.'c. 
 Her ruddy cheeks an' t(!nn)tinLi' inou'. 
 
 Are heaven on earth ti» iiie. 
 For she 's ave. <.Vc. 
 
HWB"'^P^*Wi^^^»PWIHIH« 
 
 <>|0 
 
 FOKMS \ ND S()N(}S. 
 
 We li.ic a balm a towinoiit aiild. 
 
 Ah sweet and fair 's could be. 
 AVha '11 help us through lif'c'K afternoon, 
 
 if half as Li'ond as; she. 
 I'or she 's aye. tVe. 
 
 There '.s witchcrv in iiiv Mauirv's jiait. 
 She's iiuileless. blithe an' free. 
 
 E'en when she flvtcs. th(^ very soun' 
 Is pleasinu' unto nu'. 
 
 For she 's ave, t^^e. 
 
 Of a' the women e'er I saw 
 
 O' heiffh or laitih dejjcree, 
 Ab(»on thcni a' Meg bears the bell, 
 
 At least she does ower nic 
 For sh{>. "s ave. A:e. 
 
 s ( ) X ( ; 
 
 WRITTEN FOn lURNs' A N M VF.RSAR Y. 1807. 
 
 Ti-NK " JV/us(lr o'er tlir lave o'f." 
 
 I could I fledgi' my Muse's wing, 
 To soar aboon this (\trthly ring, 
 'Midst fields of other w<»uld I sing 
 
 0' Scotia's matchless Robin ; 
 For though he was o' low degrei'. 
 He had a nmckle share o' glee. 
 And when a drap was in his e'e, 
 
 Whu then could match wi' Robin'' 
 
B U K N S ■ A N X I \ J: H S A II V 
 
 •2[[\ 
 
 Wheii'or lu' touched lii.s nistic lyre. 
 Aiikl Scotland's lU-irt 1)l(M'/('d like ;i firi\ 
 ]]cr wives ;iiid AVt'-ins. tli'' s(»ii. tlie sir(\ 
 
 Alike were Imid n' llcldn. 
 And 01 sae wei'l 's lie I'l'cd a craek. 
 About the times a laiiu' whiie l»ick. 
 When Scotland siLiliv'd. and Wallace s])ak' 
 
 To liKuest nieu like lio))iii. 
 
 i 
 
 I 
 
 And wha e'er l<)"ed his land sae weel, 
 
 'Manir folks at haiu", or yet afud. 
 
 As this sani:' honest |ili)uulu)i:in ehiel, 
 
 Tint 's kent as Sciitland's liohiu ';* 
 He lo'ed her hills, h ■ 1 Ved h-r dal's. 
 llcr wild casead 's and iluvi'ry vales. 
 And wish.'il h m* I') v- a r >\Vin >nts :\\U 
 
 III t >oth.iche l'>nn did li)l)in. 
 
 The illdiiii'M ht))! wh I "d j ir h.i^ tame, 
 
 Or hi'eatli!' a stiiiina nu his na)ni>. 
 
 May ir.-l)reu\'d drink disti'ess his wame. 
 
 Till anee h • je.'ays for IJohin. 
 A b>'tt,'r mm n '"ei- hdd a pleii'^li. 
 Nor line mair hauld. 't\^.■!■n me and yon — • 
 Th:' very <d>'ri:y h id t > !> .\v. 
 
 And vield s )n'e ii lints t:) ikuhin 
 
 n 
 
 i 
 
 Sour bitiotry eond.'nnied 
 
 Bec:ius;' lu' lo'ed us a' sk 
 
 K'on i'lir the very •■ horni 
 
 A kindiv wish I 
 
 the ehle 
 
 wee 
 
 ■ Dcil" 
 lad li'ibin 
 
-M4 
 
 POEMS AND .SONGS, 
 
 And it' 1k' 's uiiiK'. ;i.s some would say, 
 AliHijij^ tlio braid and daDucrous way, 
 I fear. I fear, that niony in;u'. 
 
 (lacd aft" alanu wi' ilobin. 
 
 N<to liorc. mv rri<'iis. I "II drai) iiiv sany;. 
 
 J Jut VYO. WO rise awa to liiiiil;'. 
 
 Lot's gio a elieer baitli loud and laiii^'. 
 
 For Sootlaud's peerless Ivobiij ; 
 And while we cheer, it'ane be mute. 
 Doil twist his ill-l'aur'd eaid<rv sn(nit, 
 
 I.' ' 
 
 'Till ance he's i'aiu to Ik'How out. 
 
 '• [Ii]>. hij). huri'ah"' for l\obin, 
 
 THE rin.NCK'S WKI.CO.Mlv 
 
 Wolconu! loved J*riiiee of our own native .\lbion, 
 
 Wcleome this day to ( 'olnnd,)ia"s land ; 
 VV^elcomo IovimI eliief ol' the hearts of old Caletlon, 
 Lord of o-reen iM'in and India's strand ; 
 
 Si")runiz,- i'rom a noble stem, 
 
 [^•(Uid be tliy diadi-m ; 
 J^right be thy futur<' on laml and on sea ; 
 
 Long may thy mandates roll 
 
 I'l'oudly from ]>ole to pole. 
 Lord of the mi<:htv. the brave ;iud the i'vov, 
 
 What thouiih when afar on the dark heaving ocean, 
 Tlie red l)olts of heaven ai'ound thee did ])lay ; 
 
 Forget iioM' thy perils, a nation's devotion 
 
 Here greets thee in sai'ety, and honours thy sway! 
 
TIIK I'KIXCE HAS COME. 210 
 
 Murk I liuw the pibrooli's yell 
 
 Blends with the bugle's swell ; 
 Thousunds of hearts beat this iiKiriiinu' for thee : 
 
 Joyous the welkin rings 
 
 Heavenly weleoniings. 
 Ijord of the niiuhtv. the brave and the free. 
 
 Welcome loved type ol'the ])()Wi'r. who defying 
 
 The might of all tyrants, has shielded the slave; 
 Stern bulwark of freedom, when Europe was sighing, 
 And ir'n-shod ojtpression (luu' lib(4'ty's grave I 
 Long may <tur Albert's name 
 Blazon the page of fame. 
 Crowned by fair virtue's wreath, blessed may he be; 
 Hail to thee ! Hail to thee ! 
 Gem of earth's majesty. 
 Lord of the mighty, the brave and the free. 
 
 THK J>1ITN('K HAS COME. 
 
 TrxE- ''-loll II ii ic ( 'ofc." 
 
 New Brunswick's sons now wake your glee, 
 And rend the sky with three times three. 
 Since Royal Albert's crossed the sea 
 
 To meet us a' this morninjx. 
 Sae to the dogs a' care we'll il'iuix, 
 And make the hills and forests ring 
 A welcome to our future King, 
 
 Auld Britain's Prince, this morning. 
 
'2m 
 
 POKMS Wn S()\a:=!. 
 
 Hey Donald get your t;irr:uif^ on. 
 
 And wakc! ancc niair tlu- baiipipo's drunc. 
 
 Till oolio skirls lliroiiiilioiit Saint .Jolin 
 
 'J'lie iovln' iwwii this nKjrninu'. 
 And seek your posts Saint Andrew's sons, 
 With pouthcr bags and rifle guns, 
 Foul i'a' the traitor loon wha shuns 
 
 'J'o ureet his Prince this niorninyr. 
 
 The time has been in tornier years, 
 
 When his heroic, stern Ibrebears 
 
 Could stake their lives on Scottish spears, 
 
 And so may he this morning. 
 Bluff" Johnnie i>ull has ta'en tlie fiel', 
 Well stuffed with ali^ and beef and veal, 
 And swears Ik^ 11 light be 't Frank or Deil. 
 
 To please his Prince this morning. 
 
 And bold Saint Patrick's noble boys 
 Are wrapt in loyalty and noise, 
 O'erwhelmed with patriotic joys 
 
 At seeing him this morning. 
 So let us Ibrm <ine social band. 
 And join in friendship heart and hand, 
 To welcome to Cohunbia's strand 
 
 Our gallant Prince this morning. 
 
 And should nu hour of danger come, 
 Baith John and Pat will sound the druuij 
 And Donald gar his bagpipes bum 
 To back him night or morning. 
 
TrUE AND CRY 
 
 Now wave your baijiiers i\m> jnul a'. 
 See, then' he eonies witli martial raw 
 Screw up the i)ii)es. hurrah .' hurrali ! 
 
 ii: 
 
 Our Priuee 1 
 
 las euuie tills luoriiiuj 
 
 HUE AND CKY rOK SANDIE McLACIILAN. 
 
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 THE CANADIAN IMJET. 
 eii ye au-lit o' Sandie Mae / 
 
 Tizo and a 
 
 c -' ) 
 
 Is he lyiiiLT uu his back ^ 
 
 I 
 
 raui coi-aiii 
 
 da LCI. 
 
 Ifh 
 
 e s sick, ur 
 
 in 
 
 le s wee 
 
 li: 
 
 u ana n'j^i) 
 
 Just let me ktai my eanty ehiel 
 Iram curaui dauo- 
 
 Is he still in Eriu's t 
 
 own 
 
 luu and au 
 
 u 
 
 Or in the eluds \vi' •• (Iranny Brown 
 Iram coram dauo. 
 
 '?>' 
 
 Is hi 
 
 p.iinting joys and woes 
 
 luo an 
 
 d a<j;t 
 
 S 
 
 ingiu' rhymes or scribbliu' prose 
 
 ram coram da!j:o. 
 
 Is he lect'rinu'. is he drinkinu' ':' 
 
 I. 
 
 ;o ana airt) 
 
 Or at his desk profoundly winking 
 
 [ram coram dago. 
 
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218 
 
 ton MS A XI) SO^Crfi, 
 
 Is he l)y tlu' -(uvat Old Sr.i r' 
 
 1^0 and auo ; 
 Or tracing '• Natinv's 31\>t('rv V 
 
 Iram coi'ain dauo. 
 
 'ft' 
 
 Is li(! siutriii^ ■• ("liarlucli i»au .■"' 
 
 Ijld and ago ; 
 Or ttdliiiii' Aviio's •• Tlu' ( iriiilfiiian ':"* 
 
 Irani i-oiani dago. 
 
 HuK lu" M'ith aul<l ••Skinflint" iidno '/ 
 
 Igu and ago ; 
 Or to tlu' kirk \vi' •• Elder .John V 
 
 Irani (-orani dago. 
 
 If he 's uooing •• Mary Wliit«\" 
 
 I go and ago ; 
 AVliy the devil don't \\v Write'/ 
 
 Irani eoiani dago. 
 
 If he s •• licaning on Another." 
 
 Igo and ago ; 
 I '11 I'orui'e my rhvniinu brother. 
 
 Irani eorani dago. 
 
 But it" hale ajid weel and ki(,*kiu', 
 
 [ffo and ago ; 
 Pluck his beard like uny ehickon, 
 
 Irani coram dago. 
 
 11' he writes baith .soon and cici/. 
 
 Igo and ago ; 
 (luidness shield him frae the devil. 
 
 Tram coram dago. 
 
SOXC Foil iniLNS" AWTVERSARV. ISCO 
 
 TiNK •• The lllark Watch. 
 
 T\v;i vcMi's ImU ;ni('. ^.mc coiiic and iraiu 
 
 S 
 
 iiicc last we met. I trow. man. 
 
 r/ 
 
 To drink a cuj) and kci']) It uj) 
 In Inmoiiv o' uwy i'lonuhnian. 
 
 fill 
 
 voni- ulass anu ma 
 
 V it 
 
 )ass. 
 
 () 
 
 And send the Joke aroun'. man. 
 t> sic a nii;lit izic care a iViclit. 
 And a' your sorrows drown, man. 
 
 Xoo (Mirl your lip and tak' a si)». 
 IJut (lo?rt p't roarin" f'u'. man. 
 Or I'aifh ye '11 shanu' tho lionost fame; 
 or Burns, the Ayrshire Ploufihinan, 
 
 N\ i' crack and sanir. W(^ 'II no thijik Ian"' 
 
 Thoiio'li olianticlocr should craw, man, 
 And mornintr's lilow licht h(M«iht and howc 
 
 Hoforc wc uaiiLi' awa. man ; 
 )jct IJoi'cas i-avc o'er hmd and wave. 
 
 Ho canna !iui-| n< Ium-i-. man. 
 Whore national love like .Xoah's dove. 
 
 Brings olive leaves to cheer, man. 
 
 Xoo cni-1 your li)> and tak' a sij). 
 
 Hnl don't uct roarin' f'u' man, 
 Or faith ye '11 shann^ the honest fame. 
 
 Of Burns the .Vvrshiro Plonahnian, 
 
wmmm 
 
 J.'2i) 
 
 1' OEM'S A SI) so Ads, 
 
 A Hnciiil iiiciit. <vli('ii ])()w]s niw i-iclit. 
 
 Wild Liladdcn oiiy licnvt. iiinii. 
 Jt keeps ns liet. the time wi' 're ipet. 
 
 And iiiiiks us sweer to pari. uinn. 
 Auld Winter sliakes his snawv flakes. 
 
 And liides tlie earth i'rac^ view. man. 
 But a' liis nrudit can never IVieht 
 
 'J'he likes n' me or you. man. 
 
 Noo enrl yonr lip and tak' a sip, 
 ]3nt don't <^ct roarin' i\\\ man, 
 
 Or faith yo '11 shanio tlie honest fame 
 Of lUirns the Ayrshire IMouirhmans 
 
 Come. ii:ie 's your loof as pledire and proof 
 
 That wrath can find nae hamo, man. 
 'Man<r sie a set as here liae met 
 
 To honour ]iol)in's name man. 
 Quick, steer the howl, it beets the soul 
 
 And m.iks us brisk and uay. man, 
 And liear my toast — "the loved, the lost. 
 
 And Kobin's sangs for aye. man." 
 
 Noo curl your l!p and tak' a sip, 
 But don't get roarin' fu'. man, 
 
 Or faith yc '11 shame the honest fame 
 Of ]^urns the Ayrshire Ploughmau. 
 
Su 
 
 nor 
 
 A XKW SAXG. 
 
 TrNK - " /(7'7/ (/nnri nav mn'ir a Hovin !' 
 at ;i m!'ctiii<r of Alhioii Division S. of T.. St.. John. N. B. 
 
 Ye trallaiit S 
 
 «)MS (I 
 
 f AD 
 
 jion. 
 
 When first y(> met up here. 
 To pledgf your mi_oht against tht; power 
 
 Of whisk(!y. ««in and beer ; 
 Ye little thocht sao short a time 
 
 Would serve to swell your ranks ; 
 And for this niuckle guid. we owe 
 
 Our worthy Sherra thanks. 
 
 Sae we '11 gan^ nac niair a tippling. 
 
 Nae tippling noo ava. 
 We '11 hae nae mair o' tippling. 
 
 For that micht ruin a'. 
 Wo 'II hae nae mair o' tippling. 
 
 There 's Jamie Tamson in the neuk, 
 
 And here 's wee Smiler. too. 
 Wha weel deserve a wreath o' fjime, 
 
 Twined round their ilka brow; 
 They focht the fecht. which time will show. 
 
 Revived us a' to life, 
 And in the future will prove true 
 
 To man, to bairn, and wife, 
 
 Sa* w« '11 gang nae mair a tippling. &c. 
 
^h» 
 
 POEMS AND SONGS. 
 
 Aroun' tlu! room F oast my o'(Ui. 
 
 And see some like mysel' ; 
 VVlia erst could turn their fiuurer up. 
 
 Ami liieeup just ;is well : 
 But uoo tliey 'I'e a' sac clean ;md l)r:iw. 
 
 Ve 'd think that harley-hree 
 Ne'er crossed tlum* craitis. nor ever cast 
 
 Its claumery n'er their e'e. 
 
 Sae we'll |^an^- nae mnir a tippling, &e. 
 
 Johnnie .MnutI O Johnnii; 31 ant ! 
 
 What pliskies ye hac played; 
 How mony hearts ye've wruuf; wi' grief. 
 
 In man and wife and maid; 
 Ye little ken what ills ye 've done. 
 
 Or, surely John. 1 think. 
 Ye 'd turn vour hands to ither wark 
 
 Than makin' sic like drink. 
 
 Sae we'll in:anir nae mair a tippling, &c. 
 
 Some spirits serve a uscfu' turn 
 
 By taking stains out claith ; 
 Some serve to boil the chemist's mugs, 
 
 And some are guid for baith ; 
 But yours, yes John, I 'ni speaking truth. 
 
 Fill a' the laud wi' woe ; 
 They mak' men demons here on earth. 
 
 And something waur below. 
 
 Sae we'll gang nae mair a tippling, &c. 
 
A VKW SA.\(JI 
 
 22n 
 
 B"t hear nio, lad, just danr this iiinlit 
 
 To show tliy uii'ly snout 
 Within that door, and hy my faith 
 
 Wo '11 toach vou '• i'acc al^out :" 
 Tho spoil is broke, sac taiv" yo tout. 
 
 If wo and y<Mi should nicct. 
 You 'II find it salost aye to keep 
 
 Your ain side o' tlie street. 
 
 Sae we'll ^anrr nae mair a tippling, &e. 
 
 THE END. 
 
,» « 1> ,' ( 1» I ll I'i l» > 
 
 \iiL'liii. ir.n. T. W.. Sf..I()lin. 
 .\r:ii-<tr()":Lr. .1.. ( irccrilit';)-!. ! 
 
 Aim! iti. M. I),. IndiaMiiiwii. 
 
 Austin. II. A.. 
 
 Ann'^t I'Dii!.'' A.. Si . .inhii. 
 
 Aiidr.Mvs.J, >r.I). •■ 
 
 Airlcr-io'i. A.. I'Drtlnnd. 
 
 AniistrMiiL:. .1., St. .luliii, 
 
 Allintrliaiii, S. I).. •• 
 
 .Ann-t iMiiu', ( '.. ( iloln' ( Xilcc. 
 
 All ri ( !c()rirt>. .<t . J(»li;i. 
 
 .VIl.Ki, Jnini's. " 
 
 .\'l;mis. J.. 
 
 AduiiM. James. '• 
 
 Andt'iv-iDii. James " 
 
 .Vnilersini. A,. 
 
 A nil si roll t,'. Win.. 
 
 Andei'soTi. Alexmder, I'ortlii'id. 
 
 Aviiistr(>"i;Lr. .Vndr.'w. " 
 
 AUisiii. F;. ('.. ."\r. I).. Sr. Jo'.Ki. 
 
 Addy. IT. (I. M. I). 
 
 Alw.ir.]. A.. J? irri^ter. 
 
 Alliri. \i. R.. M.iMufr. ('.ivli>;,);i. 
 
 Almoi. L. J.. Hirrister. Si . Jolin. 
 
 Aloxiri ler. R. J.. 
 
 An It'r.srm, Jd'iti. " 
 
 Armstronir. .1 . A . " 
 
 Eivar.l. Will.. M.]).. Si 
 ];,iy:ird. K. 
 
 Birker, F. E., IJin-istcr. 
 Bix'er, Juln. M.I),. 
 ]?^»!iiiot. Kev. James. 
 Brass, Edward. Jhiildov, 
 Bowes, A. (I.. Maniilac'r. 
 Braid wood, Alexander. 
 Beard, J, W.. Meivhant, 
 
 .iDim. 
 
 Hiirke. I)eniiis. Mereh't SI .IdIui. 
 
 Ilui'ke, 'I'ini'il In , " 
 
 I'.tirke. Mieliaei. " 
 
 l'.;irr. S. (i.. 
 
 I!ii\t(iii. T. I'... Mercliant. " 
 jRivniiMM. II.. 
 
 iHai-ker. T. I'"., Mercliaiil , " 
 ^ llowman. J. < .. ' '" 
 
 l!ryd"n. .i .lin. 
 ' llellinirliHn. Jolm. 
 
 |{;ille;il i'.ie. Alex., liarri-it'r •• 
 
 ■J e(i[)ie.>*. 
 iVnwil. Jdlra, Merrli.aat. St. J<.im, 
 
 n.arr, T. (i.. 
 i l'arl)our, W'lii.. Mercliaut, " 
 
 I VU. Joseph, 
 .r.errvman. .lolm. M. |).. " 
 
 Rree/.e. I)iidiii'i>. Merchant " 
 
 I'.otslonl. Lid'... M. I).. 
 
 r>!intiiitr. R.. " 
 
 Drown. James. " 
 
 IJi'rklev. Tlioma-, " 
 
 n '11. j". Iv. 
 
 I) ir.eaux. ( ieor:j<\ " 
 
 Piirh(>r. Jas.. Ciist-oms. " 
 
 jHtiist. Andrew. Carleti.n. 
 iBrown. ( '. M.. Indiantown. 
 iBr.iu'an. James. Sr. John. 
 
 iMirkei-. 'I'. 15.. |)ru!.r^i.st. " 
 |li\ittv. William. 
 T, irtis. W.R.M.. Barrister, " 
 !lJl,iek, W. A.. V.O. Dept. - 
 
 Ih-ow;!. David, 
 
 Hrrton. (ieo, K.. ^lerelTt, •' 
 
 IJoyne. (ieorij;e 
 
 RarhiW. Thomas, BiiiUler " 
 
 Blakeslv. A. Li. " 
 
 Blain, A.. 
 
 \l 
 
LIST UF SL JiSCinBERS. 
 
 I '.lilt I'll. ( Jcorj,'!'. ISiii'fis'i- St. .I(ilm.'( ■uimiiitfli!im..l. INlauiit"!' St.. John, 
 
 |{("iui('tr. .lolm. .A. .M. 
 I'liri-ill, .Aiulri'vv 
 3{ii('li;iii;ui. < 'li;ii'li's 
 ]>r;i/,ill:!ii. Il(iir\ 
 Jiowv.r. W. II." 
 Bimt inir. AVilli.iiii V. 
 
 (•:in-(>ll. I). 
 
 ( 'rilitiaii. .ia--. KaiTv Di'pt " 
 
 Carvrll. Sii))'! iv\.\..\.UK " 
 
 ( 'catcs. A\'. 1). Kiii^rston. K'.C 
 
 Clarkf. ( 
 ( 'miaril 
 
 ii.as. 
 
 M«'n'li"l. St. ,Ioli 
 
 n. 
 
 W 
 
 niiain 
 
 T'ortlaiid. 
 
 ( 'ai(\ Ui'v. ( 1. 
 
 n. 
 
 ( 'amiil'cll. .loliii 
 
 C'lirisllc. W.. M. I). 
 ( 'nok, Aivl). L' cnpic 
 ( 'uiianl. {'. ir. 
 
 I'ortlantl. CaiiipbL'll. I'L'tcr '■cn'r St. John, 
 Clarke. V. V. 
 Carcv Phillin 
 
 Call 
 
 Kiun. 
 
 W.C. rvlm-li'l St.. I 
 
 oiin, 
 
 P 
 ( 'iiaiidlcr. ('has. IJarristtT 
 
 CaiLKrv-, W. Tiuildor 
 
 ( "IciiH'nlsnn. ]'" 
 
 ( 
 
 ii'ucron. 
 
 li 
 
 t'V 
 
 R. .1. 
 
 Canipliell. Wni.. Maiiiil' 
 ( 'omptoii. J. ( '. 
 Crawrnrrl. Hnirh 
 ('ain]>l)oll. William 
 
 Dmialdaon L. (» copien St..lohn 
 jDevcr. IFon. Jamos " 
 
 |])<"iiill. A. U. barrister " 
 I Dull; Charles 
 
 TjdsIoii.I Davidson, .lames. 
 
 Ml 
 
 usauasli 
 
 isq 
 
 Colman. .1. R.. L' eoi)irs St . .InlniJ Dav. (J. W. riililishcr St..loh 
 
 n. 
 
 Campl)ell, I'eler. jr. 
 < 'am])l)ell. Peter 
 Clarke. C. V. Dru-rsrist 
 ( "oUins ,)ami>s 
 Coltian. .1. ,1. 
 Clirio'ie. .1. .1. Merchant 
 ( 'amphell. .lohn 
 Canniehael. .1. S. 
 Ciinninifham, \l.ll. Dent't 
 Cro-hie i^- MeAveniiy. " 
 Cain. A. .Arcrchant " 
 Carev. Hev. Ci. M. W, 
 
 n 
 
 Uev. 
 
 S. K. 
 
 I Dole. \V. V. r.arristrr 
 Daniel. T. \V. Merchant 
 
 ID 
 
 unlop. 
 
 .7 
 
 lines 
 
 i j >unnain. 
 
 I ). K. A 
 
 reiiiteet 
 
 iDevoe, .r. J), ^^erehant 
 
 I Dear 
 D 
 D 
 
 ner-s. 
 earness. 
 
 imean. R. R. 
 De;n'on. W . V 
 D 
 
 UKV, 
 
 as. 
 
 'iirran. 
 
 T 
 
 ( 'am 
 Cham 
 
 ihe 
 
 herl; 
 
 lomas 
 .lose))!), 
 lin. M. 
 
 Ann, 
 
 .M: 
 
 Portland. 
 Driirv. .John. I'uilder 8t. .John. 
 Diiire'll. Iletivv, :\rerehant " 
 j)unean. .lohn " 
 
 St . .rohn. Dearborn. C. IT. Merehant 
 
 Chisliolm. D. P 
 
 'Diinl 
 
 Ol). 
 
 amiie 
 
 Clawson. .1. ]];\nk X. P. " 'Diiidop. Win. Merehant 
 
 Cochrane. Jf. JI. 
 
 Fairville. Diidlev. W. \V 
 
 Clinch. R.S.. Supt Electric Tel.'Diikc .lam. 
 
 J)ep"t 
 
 St. .lohn. Doiiixli 
 
 iss. 
 
 ,Iol 
 
 in 
 
 Portlanct. 
 
 Ca«M(ly. R. Pnilder 
 CliiiM.'.t. S. i'hoto Artist 
 Corniac. P. Pnilder 
 ( 'iidlip. .r. C. Merchant 
 
 Dud'ell. Will., ^ferchaiit St. John. 
 Davison, (leo. " 
 
 D 
 J); 
 
 rise I) 
 wis, 
 
 11. P 
 J 
 
 lines 
 
 i« 
 
 '2 copies. Drover. Geo. 
 frookshank. T. C TT. 8t. John.iDrake, .Toremjah 
 
uli>T OF ,srBSCHIl3ER.S. 
 
 '2-27 
 
 
 t)u\v, ,);i!^. Si. John. FiV)M , I']., ^Icrcliniit St. -loliii. 
 
 Dcbluis, T. M. '• i Fleming,', J. .lin 
 
 Doiiivillo. J. Mt'ivliant " | Klfiiiinii, .1. \V, 
 
 Dickit", r. \. l'.,rt!;ni(l. Frost. John 
 
 DavidhuP, Win. Mrrch'l St. Jolni.ll-"i-ht i-. (i. S. 
 Pi'iirness, David " [•"inn. J. '" 
 
 Drni-v, \V. ('. RL*j^^!;isli-iu' " iFiiUM. Ilcni'v Carli'ton. 
 
 FairwcalhtT. t'.ir. Mt'i-"t St. John. 
 
 Eai-lo, S. J. ().. M. I). SI. John. 
 
 Karh-, S. Z.. :\l.l). 
 
 Katun, Prof. A. II. 
 
 EvcritI, ('. A.. .Mfirhanl •• 
 
 luninei'.son, K. H. 
 
 lunerv. Wni., ^Merchant 
 
 Emery, James 
 
 I']l(lei', \Vm.. Jo ;vnalisl 
 
 • > 
 
 i'l-hfr. !•.. 
 Fraser, .lanu-s 
 Fraser, |)oiia!d 
 Forbes. Ivlward 
 Fletclier. C<. \V. 
 Fh)vd, W. R. 
 
 Sussex. 
 St. John. 
 
 Fraser. (Jeo, 
 
 Feiiety, (i. I'].. (>>iu'en's Printer, 
 copies. Frederieton. 
 
 Ellis. John Portland.! 
 
 Flliott. K. '• (lilheri. 11. T. Mst[.. Stipendiarv 
 
 Kvvii\<4. Win. St. John.: IMaj,nstrate St. John, 
 
 Ellis. J. v.. >'(rlobe'"ollice - 'Grillit h, K., Pent i-t 
 
 (rilmoiir, .v., IMerchanl 
 Fer;L!,uson, l''raiieis, Shijtper (iilisoii, W. ( '. 
 
 St. John. (Irindon, 1'. E. 
 Fiske, (.'. K",, .M.D. '■ (Irahain, J R. 
 
 Fisher, J. ^^'. Shipbuilder " (lilles])ie, Thos. Merehaiil " 
 
 Ferguson, ,1. ('., ^lerehant 
 
 Ferjjiison, W'illiam 
 
 Ferguson, A. 
 
 Ferguson, John, IJiiilder 
 
 F^'aser John, Ship builder 
 
 F^lood, C, Meivhant 
 
 F\).«ter, J. H. 
 
 Farreii, AVin. 
 
 Francis, M. W., Manut' r. 
 
 Finlay, E. 
 
 Finlav, H. 
 
 Finlay. T. 
 
 Furlong, T., Merchant 
 
 Franklin, J. E. 
 
 Fra«er, J. M. 
 
 Farmer, Win. 
 
 Foster. S. K., Merchant 
 
 Flaherty, K. L. H. 
 
 Fale?, Amos 
 
 Frost, E. M., DenriM 
 
 (iuthrie. .r. Waverley hotel 
 
 (ireiy-, Ivlwartl 
 
 (roldiiig, S, J., .Mercliant '' 
 
 (ri-o.^.-j. I. liarrister 
 
 (tilliert. 'i'hos. •• 
 
 f.rogory. K. R. " 
 
 (Irahain. l^)l)ert, C'arver 
 
 (iros-, M. L., Dentist 
 
 (futhrie. James 
 
 (liinn, J. 8. *' 
 
 ( Jrier, TJobert 
 
 Grey, John (.'. Portland. 
 
 fiorman, John O. 8t. John. 
 
 Gabel. Z. (!. Merchant 
 
 Gardiner. Samuel 
 
 llazen. Koii. R. L. St. John, 
 
 illarding, W.S..M. R.G.S. " 
 I Houston, Rev. S., M. A. '• 
 'Harding, J. A., Sherifl' 
 
 t 
 
 . 
 
 I I 
 
Iil28 
 
 LIST OF svr.srinnKTis. 
 
 Hc'gun, Jolm. Mori'liiUit Nt.Joliii. Jack. Ifoiirv Ins. A/^^ent St. John. 
 
 HullUT, F^lglM" 
 
 TIaiiiiiii'rtoii,.!. J5. ])l•lli;^l^t " 
 
 lOlll'S, 
 
 UrcwiT 
 
 I Fort 
 
 in 
 
 on, 
 inicv. 
 
 Iciirv 
 
 M 
 
 (■reliant 
 
 •loiicf, Wni. .Mt'ivliaiit 
 .Iaiiiii'?>oTi, |)avi(! 
 
 K 
 
 tlUf 
 
 J. A. 
 
 llutcliinson, CK'o. juiir.. Jeweller Jordan. \V. W. Mereliunt 
 
 St. .folin. rracksoii, Aiiilrew. Ijiiikier 
 
 lloMer, K.y. 
 
 Hall, John l\rercliaiit 
 
 Howe. John l*(rstina?<tei' 
 
 Howe. -Jonas 
 
 llarrisi'ii, !>. \{. Mereiiaiil 
 
 ^Iou^ton. James K. 
 Ifasson, 'I'hdMias 
 Halhewav. C, D.D.S. 
 
 .lohiirtdn. .1. J. 
 ihii'vis, W. M J!arrister 
 .larvi', ('. K. L. In;'. Agent " 
 flordan, C. I). .Mereliaiit 
 
 KiiiLT. Geo. ]']. Attorney (leiieral 
 
 " St. John. 
 
 II 
 
 ivetior 
 
 B. 
 
 Jlaniilton, (!. A.. :\I. I). 
 Ilavward, W. M'I'aetui-ei 
 
 l\err 
 Iviny 
 K'eans, 
 
 1). S. I 
 
 s. ,1. si 
 
 arrister 
 
 lit) 
 
 build 
 
 er 
 
 \V. II. A. 
 
 (•(ipies, Keaiis, (r. F. Alerchaiil 
 
 ivea 
 
 tor, (>. F., 31. I). 
 
 llarwood, A. Jeweller 
 Hunter. James 
 Harrison, W. F. .Merchant 
 Hall. S. S. 
 Hawker, Win. Druiririsl 
 
 Sussex. 
 
 Kelt ie, \i.. '2 e(i])ies 
 
 ICelt ie. John l>r»'wer I'urtland. 
 
 ave, 
 
 ,1. J. 1 
 
 iarnster 
 
 «t. ,Iohi 
 
 otm. 
 
 lleiui 
 Hut 
 
 es; 
 
 v, C 
 
 Kearney. A. Merchant 
 Kiilnapp, (n-o. 
 Kav, (i. F. 
 
 clunson, 
 
 Huirh 
 
 Portland. Knox, James 
 
 Hunter, (K I). 
 Holt. Kiehard 
 
 Indianiow n. 
 
 leiinedv, 
 
 as. 
 
 Knowles. W. \L Manufr, 
 
 If 
 
 uirtri 
 
 in, A. '2 oopi 
 
 •s Ilalilax.X.S. Kerr, A. L. .Merchant 
 
 Hawes, ,). 1?. Manufr. St. John.i Keelin'r, liiehard. Arti^t 
 
 Hunt, II. (i. Ihiilder 
 Jfamniond, John 
 Iliiu'h. Jas. Photo, .\rtist 
 
 Hut 
 Hill 
 
 ehinson. (ieo 
 
 Knowles, ,r. S. 
 IKearns, Alex. 
 Kil))atrick, S. (i 
 
 Portland. 
 
 man, 
 
 Will 
 
 lam 
 
 ilannav, Jas. Harrii-ter, Fredton 
 
 Kenney,.F. K. ^Merchant St. John. 
 
 Kennedy, D., Scottish Vocalist, 
 12 copies. 
 
 Kilner, W. ,r. Parrister St. John. 
 Inches*, P. R., ]\I. I). St. John. Kain, John A. Builder Portland. 
 Inches, Charles M. ]). 
 
 LivinL'ston, Wni., C. M. & V. 
 
 lune^ 
 
 n 
 
 on. 
 
 T. H. 
 
 St. ,]ohi 
 
 St. John 
 
 Jardine..\.3rerch't "J copies 
 Jack, \Vm. .Vdvocate (ien, 
 ilack, T. Allan Barrister 
 Johnston, C. II., ^l.T). 
 Jordan, G. E. 
 
 1 Livingston, E. IL, M.D.Ed. 
 
 St. John. 
 
 iLewin, F. L. ^Merchant 
 ! Lloyd, J. 4 copies 
 Lawton, J. F, Manufr 
 
LIST OF SUBSC'RIBEIIS. 
 
 229 
 
 Laiii-illiarcl. A. St. John. 
 
 Lockharr. \V. A. ^relTh't " 
 Lawlor, J. .f. '' 
 
 Lindsay, >[. Merchant " 
 Lee, James Little River.' 
 
 TjiviiiffstdM. G. St. John. 
 
 Lindsay, Kolit. " 
 
 Lawtoii, IL G. Merc'.iant " 
 Liint. A. G. 
 Leo, T. \V. Tennher 
 Loutfinaid, l{. M. '• 
 
 Litth'jolm. Tiioinas 
 l/iseeUes, E. " 
 
 Livingston. James " 
 
 Lindsav. VVin. " 
 
 Leetcl)', Jas. P. G. T)"i)t. 
 Liviniiston, J, " Trihune" office, l2 
 
 copies 
 
 St. Jolin. 
 
 Araijee, Johii, >rerchant St. Joiin. 
 
 Milliijan. J.ALirbh^ worker '" 
 
 Milliiran, R. 
 
 lS[orrison. W. Merciiant " 
 
 Mansoii. rfas. " •' 
 
 IVLirtin, Alex. "' "' 
 
 Martin. Wm. 
 
 Miller, J. t). " 
 
 Martin, James " 
 
 Marshall.J.R. Chief Police-' 
 
 Morrow, R. A. IL 
 
 ^turray, J. JTarbor riisjiec'r " 
 
 Marvin, A. B. " 
 
 Miisson. .lohn. Saddler " 
 
 Marsters.J.l). Photo Artist " 
 
 Mott. ,\. A. S. 
 
 Moore. J. I?. Merchant •' 
 
 Menard. C. I'. " 
 
 >[acint(>sh. M. A. " 
 
 \V. K. 
 
 Afarch. John 
 Melro»e. Roht. B lilder 
 Moore. IC.R. Nail Mannfr. " 
 ^[oulson. Jas. " 
 
 ^[orrison. F. A.. Barrister " 
 Mu'iro. 1). R. 
 Mitc'.iell. M. 
 
 Mahoney, IF. Rudder St. John. 
 Miller, David, Merchant " 
 Murrav, Chris. •' " 
 
 Murdo'ch, G., SuptW.W. " 
 Murdoch, John " 
 
 Murdoch, jr., Wm., Sur'r. " 
 Murdoch, ( Jeo. 
 Murdoch, jr. Gilb«'rt 
 Murdocli. J. A. " 
 
 Mitchell. ]). 
 
 Maher M. \V.. \L P. P. ' 
 .Monlifo;iiery,J.\V. .Merch't •' 
 .Maxwell. Hobi'r' I'ortland. 
 
 ^Ldler, ITeMry, A[erci\"t " 
 Moo"e, .1. ir. Sussex. 
 
 Maher. I']. Mercliant Si. John. 
 NLdier, .loseph Portland. 
 
 .MuUin, G. U. I'arrister Boston. 
 MuUin, John. Merchant St. .lohn. 
 Melick. C. S. 
 .Moran, V:i])\. H. (1. 
 .Moore, J. X. " 
 
 .Morrison, \V. S. Indiantown. 
 Marshall. R.. Ins. .V<fent St.. John. 
 .Marter. W.T. P..,('us. D'j)t. •' 
 Nragee, Win. .Merchant '' 
 
 McMillan. Hon. J. St. John. 
 
 .McClellau. T., B. J5. X. A. " 
 
 McLaughlin. D.J. Aferch't '• 
 
 M(d^irlane, .lames " •' 
 
 .McCarthy, 'i'. 
 
 McSorlev. .la<. " " 
 
 M(d?ol)lMr, J. ir. 
 
 .McCiuire, D. B. i{irri>ti-r " 
 
 .McLaren. L,. M. I). 
 
 .McVvity. J. IL .Merchant " 
 
 .M(djea,n. A. Shippinyr Mas. " 
 
 Me("arth,\. .lolni 
 
 M(d)(.ncl'l. .lohn 
 
 Mc.Murrav, Boherf 
 
 McMnrray, .lohn " 
 
 McCallie. '.lolin " 
 
 McFarlane. J. R. Merch't " 
 
 Me(}oldrick. P. 
 
 MeClellan. IL M 
 
 
L'::o 
 
 LIST OF SU.1{SCRI]{KRS. 
 
 McLoaii, Arch. St. .John.'Neshit, Jolm 
 
 McDonou<,'li, M. Meroli't " 
 
 Mc'Loofl. M. ])ru^r<i;ist " 
 
 l\I('AIoiiJi^fl(\ir.C'. Hiirristcr " 
 
 McArtluir, Jolin, Mereh't " 
 
 ]\IcAroe. 'I'lidiiias '* 
 
 McCiiUocli, ,l(tliii " 
 
 JMcLauclilan.C. Sliipbroker " 
 
 ]Mol\oan.J. 'I'.C. .Architpot " 
 
 ]M('l,(>an. .loliii 
 
 i\l('l\av, \V. ('ouiitv Trcas. " 
 
 i\r<'Manup. flaincs •' 
 
 IVlcK.iv. Kcv. >'. 
 
 Met 'read V, (". L. Moreli't " 
 
 :Mc('n'(lii.. ]{. 
 
 M('(;)iian-v. .\. 
 
 IMcKvov.'P. .1. 
 
 McLan"irlilanJ-Mr. Morcirt " 
 
 :\lcLaiijihlin, Holiert, P.O. " 
 
 ^IcSwt'tMiev, W. |{.. liarris'r " 
 
 McManii. is. ('. :\l(M"cliant " 
 
 McMillan. Dou^rlas 
 
 McKcc. .1. K. 
 
 McDonald. Ai'tliur. Ship builder. 
 
 Portland. 
 
 McAllister. .loliii 
 
 McLean, \V. M. liidiibuclo. 
 
 .^L• Donald, James .^L)ntroal. 
 
 McAfee. ,j OS. Portland 
 
 ^NIcFjeod, K. Harristor St. John. 
 
 McNiclioU't KiiPsel.Mer'ts " 
 
 AL'Lvoy. Andrew " 
 
 Mct'orrlock. W J. Carleton. 
 
 McMillan, J. I'ublisher St. John. 
 
 McALllan. J( hn " 
 
 McLachlan, .John 
 
 AL'Donald. Anjins " 
 
 Mc(}o\\an. J. C'lareniout House. 
 
 McCarthv. T. St. John. 
 
 ^fcLauclilan, D. F. Portland. 
 
 St. John. 
 
 Otty, IL P.. P. O. St. John. 
 
 Otty. O.W. Barrister Hampton. 
 OHrien. John St. John. 
 
 Parks. J. ir. :\ranuf'r St. Jolin. 
 I'richard, G. H. :\reroh't " 
 I'hilps. ( ieo. Banker " 
 
 I'erley, \V. ('., P.arrister •' 
 I'ufTslev, (I. E. 
 l\iters(')n.W. jr., Jeweller " 
 Paisley, J. F., P. O. Dep't " 
 I'otter, ('. E. Merchant 
 Patterson,,L 
 
 Paterson, V.'m. " 
 
 I'eters, \Vm. 'J'anner " 
 
 I'ullen. J. IL 
 Philps, James 
 I Penny, James 
 Perrv, ^Nlalcom 
 Porter. W. (i. 
 Peacock, David 
 Polly. Andrew 
 I'rice, (Jeo. 
 I'atter.son, Geo. 
 Patt-n,]). M. Mercliant 
 Palmer, A. L. Barrister 
 . I'orter. ilanies 
 Pen^illv, B. 
 ['a<re. B. B. Jeweller 
 Phillips. Bichard 
 Percey, Samuel 
 Price, James 
 Porter. Robert 
 
 Pet ers, H. ( 'it y Engineer St. John. 
 Perrie. Henry '2 copies " 
 
 Quill, M. J. ShipBroker St. John. 
 Quinsler, A\'m. " 
 
 ti 
 <( 
 (i 
 i( 
 
 it 
 «< 
 << 
 
 Portland. 
 
 IVichol.Mjn. J. W.Mereh't St. John.lBobertson, JFon. J. St. John. 
 Nari-away. Bev. .L R. " j Robertson. J). Barrister 
 
 Norris, John " Reed, T. M. Dru^rgist 
 
 >»avarro, John '• j Robertson, J. D. Alerch't " 
 
 >ievins, Charles " iBobinnon, T, W. 
 
LTST OK srMSCHTI5KI{S. 
 
 .»•• 1 
 
 Tl )b?rt-i;)n,A.D. MamifrSt. J.)lin. 
 
 Kohortson, C. 
 
 Rinkinp, Tliomas " 
 
 li iiiI<iiH>, Tlionns A. " 
 
 Krikiiit', Ali'xuider 
 
 Ki'iini v'j;o, G. " 
 
 R-id, Thoin;is 
 
 Einir, M. A.. M. D. 
 
 R )hf>rtson, Geo. Mercli't 
 
 E rikiii, Alex. I'ortlaiul. 
 
 M mkiii, Jus. St. John. 
 
 Rinuf. G. F. Merchant 
 
 R'lnciinan. John 
 
 Ricli.'irls, C. L. Merchant •' 
 
 RuUtrlos, C. P. 
 
 R )\viin, A. 
 
 RuLTii^le-;. ( 'ha-5. 
 
 Ro!>b, William 
 
 Robertson. T). 
 
 RolMnson, H. S. 
 
 Ross, Hiram 
 
 .< 
 
 «< 
 it 
 
 Ricliards, J. \. 
 
 Robsrtson, 11. Merchant 
 
 Ravinonrl, ('. E. 
 
 RuVl. J. R. ("ol. of Cms. 
 
 Reel, James, Shipper 
 
 R;innie. (J. 
 
 Resjan, C. O. Ship Broker •' 
 
 Robertson. Alex, senr '• 
 
 Risk. Jolin, ^^t'rclulnt " 
 
 Robinson. F. P. JJarrister " 
 
 7^)ss, Jolin 
 
 Reid, 'J'homas 2 cdpies 
 
 Robertson, I). I). .\rerch't •• 
 
 Robertson, Robert Jiidiantown 
 
 Rin<f, Z. Merclnnt St. John 
 
 Risk, Wni. 
 
 Ruddock. A. L. Portland 
 
 JiobiM'tson. John St. Joliii 
 
 Richey, John 
 
 Rancinian, William " 
 
 Robertson, Janet C. (Queen's Co 
 
 Sweeny, Riglit Rev. John. D.D. 
 
 R. C. Risho]) of St. John. 
 Street, W. H. Merchant St. John 
 
 Skinner, ( '. N., .Iiidije of IVobates 
 ! St. John. 
 
 |Stecves, TFon. W.ir. Senator " 
 ;Sniilii, dohn. M. 0. Portland. 
 iSnider, (r. K.Mercliaiit 
 
 Stewart. L. Ship Uroker St. John. 
 
 Smith. W. IT. .S.IJ. Inspcc'r " 
 
 Shives. K'obcrt "' 
 
 iSteeves, ,1. G., M. 1). " 
 
 Srrt'ct. A. I>. S.. Mercliant " 
 
 St'clv. Kicliard 
 
 Smith, (i. \V. 
 
 Stapl.'s. K. S. .Mercliant 
 |Stockto!i, A. ('., Barrister " 
 jSmith. A. (". DniMrjiist 
 Istothart. Thomas " 
 
 ;Smiler. J). 
 
 |stavely. Rev. A. McI.. 
 !Scott.'R(ibert •' 
 
 jSalmnn. (rco. Mercliant 
 
 Smillt. W. F. 
 
 Smith. J. T. 
 
 JSmith, Georj,'e " 
 
 Sweet, John. >r<'rchant '• 
 
 Street, W. \. 
 
 Smith, Daniel 
 
 Stewart. James 
 
 iStarr. \V. F. \rt'rchaiit 
 
 Spencer. ('. 
 
 |Smith. J. (i. 
 
 jSaunders. da<. Merco;mt 
 
 Stev(Mis()n. H. •• " 
 
 Steiiie-, Kfibert I'nrtlaiiil. 
 
 jSanctoii. K.K. Men-h't St..I(»liii. 
 . Stockton, ( '. H. IJarrister " 
 . Sears. John. nniL'Lri-t " 
 
 Stewart, jiiiir. (jr. I)riipi,n^t " 
 .Scott . .hime< 
 . Skinm>r. I\. (". Uarrister 
 
 Sinclair. A. Mercliant •' 
 
 >^ullivaM. Daniel 
 . Scammell, I'Mv Shi|)l>riil<er '• 
 
 Spence. J. M. I'ortland. 
 
 . Sliarp. Iv \. St. .lohri. 
 
 Sim. Fiiilay 
 .Stewart. Geo. Auctioaeer " 
 
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 LIST OF SlHSCKllJHKS, 
 
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 Stewart. Robert St. Jolni, 
 
 Siinmp, NVillinm " 
 
 Sut'den, 71. \. Sliij) l^roker " 
 
 SpiUer. (}. S. 
 
 Scott. Ak'XiiiKlci- " 
 
 Scclcv. (}. .\. '« 
 
 Sulliv:!;i. W. F. 
 
 Sliaw. IJ. N. Portlund. 
 
 Siniiott. W. ir. HiirriHter St.. John. 
 
 SjiikIjiII, \V. ( 'liaiiilK'rliiin " 
 
 Scovil. Rev. Canon " 
 
 Stewurl. Altxaiuler '* 
 
 Siiiipsuii. R. If. 
 
 Stcen, Alex. Builder '' 
 
 ThoiuHon, W.4eo])ies Xitlibank. 
 Ta))lev, I) Stp'rv Mag. Portland. 
 Travis, J. Barrister St. .lolin. 
 'I'luirgar.Col.J. V.X.B..\Iil" 
 Tavlor, J. M. Mereliant 
 TuVnbull. W. W. •• 
 Tliorne, VV If. 
 Turnbull, J. K. Manuf r " 
 
 .'i e'/pies. 
 '^i'hoinso:!. W. Manul'r St..Iolin. 
 Tiidiiope, (Jeorge " 
 
 Tiionison, Clias. U. 
 'J'ravis, CJeo. " 
 
 'rhoriie, K. Ij. Board A])pr*s " 
 Teid. William 
 Troop. (). V. 
 Thompson. ,Iohu 
 Tole. W 
 
 'l'lioni-;on, ]). '' 
 
 Till, (}. H. 
 Turner, Richard 
 ^risdale. T. F. (}. 
 'I'ul'ts, F. Merchant 
 Tuck, W. H. lUrri>ter 
 Tiioinson. -lames '" 
 
 N'ennintr, -1. II. Merch't St.Jolni. 
 
 ^'ennlnt;, J. A. " 
 
 Vei\ninfr, W. H. 
 
 Vas-*ie, Joli'\ Merchant " 
 
 A'alpev. 1. II. Maniif'r 
 
 \'.iil, \. il, liarrister 
 
 Valpev, (Jeorge .\, St. .lohn. 
 
 N'rooii!, W. F. Ship Broker " 
 
 W'etmore. A. R.. Judge Sup. Court 
 W'attei-s. C. '• ('(.. " 
 
 Warner, (ien. I). R.. American 
 Consul St. .John. 
 
 Welsh. Wm. Siiip Ruild.T '• 
 Wedderhiirn, Wm..M.!M'. " 
 Wil-oii. John S. " 
 
 Wales. I?. '2 copies Portland. 
 
 Wilsdii. ,i. X. 4 c(.])ies St.John. 
 Whiting. M. .1. .MerclTt St. .Joim. 
 Wrifrlit. W. M. 
 Wriglit, J. A. Barrister 
 Walk.-r, Thomas M. 1). '• 
 Woodhurn.J.R. Photo Ar. " 
 Walker, .lohn 
 Wliiting. (i. H. Merch'l 
 Wilsdii, .Vmlrew 
 Wilson, .lohn 
 Woodrow. .lames, P. ( ). 
 Willl^, Fdward, M. P. P. •' 
 Woodward. I. " 
 
 White. 'Thomas 
 Waim. \\ ilham '2 (•(!])ies " 
 Willett, .lohn. Parrister 
 Wilson, .lolui Port'and. 
 
 Welsh, Saimiel, Merch't ^t.-Fohn. 
 Wales, jr. James Portland. 
 
 WatM,n. A. A. Photo. \r. St.. lohn. 
 Wilson. Waller 
 Wilson,. I. 
 
 Wilson, -iatues Portland. 
 
 VViUett. .lames S| . .Jojm. 
 
 V'ViKoii. ,Io|in Portland. 
 
 W etmore,< ).I). Ship Brok'r •* 
 Wilkins, Cliarles St. ,lohn. 
 
 Wills. A. (r. Portland. 
 
 Williams. ,|(ist])h. .Mn-ch't " 
 ^V,>l,sh, W. W. ^ SI. John. 
 
 Wil-on. -lames ' '• 
 
 Whitne\. (i.'o. W. '• • 
 
 Voiinjj, Vilam. Mercli't St. Joim. 
 
 ^ OUlltf. ly. H. 
 
 Voimiiclaux. T. Merchitnt '• 
 
I, St. John, 
 
 ipBrokii- " 
 
 ii(l{:;e Sup. C(>\irt 
 
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 ). Vt.. Aniorii-an 
 St. .Jolni. 
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 n.M.P.r. •' 
 
 L>s Portland. 
 
 •{,])ies St.Jolm. 
 lei-cirt St..lolni. 
 
 i\rrisl('r " 
 
 M. 1). '■ 
 
 PliotoAr. " 
 
 Ueivirt 
 
 M. P. V. •' 
 
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 •J (•(i])ies " 
 barrister " 
 
 Port'and. 
 Merch't St. .Tolm. 
 4 Portbmd. ' 
 
 u)1oAr. SI.,lolin. 
 
 Poi-thind. 
 
 SI. ,)olin. 
 
 Pdrtland. 
 ^hipBroUr " 
 s St. Jolni. 
 
 Portland. 
 
 h. M.r.-ht '• 
 
 St. John. 
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 Mfrcli't St. John. 
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