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Some start awa wi' saucie pride,

XIII.
And jump out-owre the chimlie

Wee Jenny to her grannie says,
Fu’high that night.

“Will ye go wi' me, grannie?
VIII.

I'll eat the apple* at the glass,

I gat frae uncle Johnie ;"
Jean slips in twa, wi' tentie e'e;

She fuff’t her pipe wi' sic a lunt,
Wha 'twas she wadna tell;

In wrath she was sae vap'rin,
But this is Jock, an' this is me,

She noticed na, an azle brunt
She says in to hersel:

Her braw new worset apron
He bleezed owre her, an' she owre him,

Out through that night.
As they wad never mair part;
Till fuff! he started up the lum,

XIV.
And Jean had e'en a sair heart

“Ye little skelpie-limmer's face !
To see't that night.

How daur you try sic sportin,

As seek the foul thief ony place,
IX.

For him to spae your fortune?
Poor Willie, wi' his bow-kail runt,

Nae doubt but ye may get a sight!
Was brunt wi' primsie Mallie ;

Great cause ye hae to fear it;
An' Mallie, nae doubt, took the drunt,

For monie a ane has gotten a fright,
To be compared to Willie:

An' lived an' died deleerit
Mall's nit lap out wi' pridefu' Aing,

On sic a night.
An' her ain fit it burnt it;

XV.
While Willie lap, and swoor by jing,

« Ae hairst afore the Sherra-moor,
'Twas just the way he wanted

I mind't as weel' yestreen,
To be that night.

I was a gilpey then, I'm sure

I was na past fyfteen :
X.

The simmer had been cauld an’ wat,
Nell had the fause-house in her min',

An' stuff was unco green;
She pits hersel an’ Rob in ;

An'aye a rantin kirn we gat,
In loving bleeze they sweetly join,

An'just on Halloween
Till white in ase they're sobbin:

It fell that night.
Nell's heart was dancin at the view,

XVI.
She whisper'd Rob to look fort:

“ Our stibble-rig was Rab M'Graen,
Rob, stowlins, prie'd her bonnie mou,
Fu' cozie in the neuk for't,

A clever, sturdy fallow;
Unseen that night.

He's sin got Eppie Sim wi' wean,

That lived in Achmacalla :
XI.

He gat hemp-seed,t I mind it weel,

An' he made unco light o't;
But Merran sat behint their backs,

But monie a day was by himsel,
Her thoughts on Andrew Bell;
She lea'es them gashin at their cracks,

He was sae sairly frighted

That vera night.”
And slips out by hersel :
She through the yard the nearest taks,

XVII.
An' to the kiln she goes then,

Then up gat sechtin Jamie Fleck,
An' darklins grapit for the bauks,

An' he swoor by his conscience,
And in the blue-clue* throws then,

That he could saw hemp-seed a peck ;
Right fear't that night.

For it was a' but nonsense ;

The auld guidman raught down the pock, XII.

An' out a handful gied him ;
An'aye she wint, an'aye she swat,

Syne bad him slip frae 'mang the folk,
I wat she made nae jaukin ;

Sometimes when nae ane seed him :
Till something held within the pat,

An' try't that night.
Guid L-! but she was quakin!
But whether 'twas the deil himsel,

* Take a candle, and go alone to a looking-glass; eat

an apple before it, and some traditions say, you should Or whether 'twas a bauken,

comb your hair, all the time; the face of your conjugal Or whether it was Andrew Bell,

companion, to be, will be seen in the glass, as if peeping She did na wait on talkin

over your shoulder. To spier that night.

+ Steal out unperceived, and sow a handful of hempseed; harrowing it with any thing you can conveniently

draw after you. Repeat now and then, “ Hemp-seed, I • Whoever would, with success, try this spell, must saw thee, hemp-seed, I saw thee; and him (or her) that strictly observe these directions : Steal out, all alone, 10 is to be my true love, come after me and pou thee.” Look the kiln, and, darkling, throw into the pot a clue of blue over your left shoulder, and you will see the appearance yarn; wind it in a new clue off the old one; and, towards of the person invoked, in the attitude of pulling hemp. the latter end, something will hold the thread; demand Some traditions say, "come after me, and shaw thee," wha hauds ? i. e. who holds ? an answer will be returned that is, show thyself: in which case it simply appears frorn the kiln-poi, by naming the Christian and surname Others omit the harrowing, and say, "come after me, and of your future spouse.

harrow thee."

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XVIII.

XXIII. He marches through amang the stacks,

They hoy't out Will, wi' sair advice : Though he was something sturtin ;

They hecht him some fine braw ane; The graip he for a harrow taks,

It chanced the stack he faddom'd thrice," An'haurls at his curpin :

Was timmer propt for thrawin: An' every now an' then he says,

He taks á swirlie, auld moss-oak, “Hemp-seed, I saw thee,

For some black, grousome carlin ;
An' her that is to be my lass,

An' loot a winze, an' drew a stroke,
Come after me and draw thee,

Till skin in blypes came haurlin
As fast this night.”

Aff's nieves that night.
XIX.

XXIV.
He whistled up Lord Lenox' march

A wanton widow Leezie was,
To keep his courage cheerie ;

As canty as a kittlen;
Although his hair began to arch,

But och! that night, amang the shaws, He was sae fley'd an eerie :

She got a fearfu' settlin ! Till presently he hears a squeak,

She through the whins, an' by the cairn, An' then a grane an' gruntle ;

An' owre the hill gaed scrievin, He by his shouther gae a keek,

Whare three lairds' lands met at a burnt
An' tumbled wi' a wintle

To dip her left sark sleeve in,
Out-owre that night.

Was bent that night.
XX.

XXV. He roar'd a horrid murder-shout,

* Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays, In dreadfu' desperation !

As through the glen it wimplet:
An' young an’auld came rinnin out,

Whyles round a rocky scar it strays ;
To hear the sad narration :

Whyles in a wiel it dimplet;
He swoor 'twas hilchin Jean M‘Craw,

Whyles glitter'd to the nightly rays,
Or crouchie Morran Humphie,

Wi' bickering, dancing dazzle ;
Till stop ! she trotted through them a';

Whyles cookit underneath the braes,
An' wha was it but Grumphie

Below the spreading hazel,
Asteer that night!

Unseen that night.
XXI.

XXVI.
Meg fain wad to the barn gaen,

Amang the brachens, on the brae,

Between her an' the moon,
To win three wechts o' naething;*
But for to meet the deil her lane,

The deil, or else an outler quey,
She pat but little faith in :

Gat up an' gae a croon:
She gies the herd a pickle nits,

Poor Leezie's heart mais lap the hool;
An’twa red cheekit apples,

Neer lav'rock height she jumpit,
To watch, while for the barn she sets,

But mist a fit, an' in the pool
In hopes to see Tam Kipples

Out-owre the lugs she plumpit,
That vera night.

Wi'a plunge that night.
XXII.

XXVII.
She turns the key wi' cannie thraw,

In order, on the clean hearth-stane,
An' owre the threshold ventures;

The luggies threef are ranged,
But first on Sawnie gies a ca',
Syne bauldly in she enters;

* Take an opportunity of going, unnoticed, to a Bear

stack, and fathom it three times round. The last fathom A ratton rattled up the wa',

of the last time, you will catch in your arms the appearAn' she cried L-d preserve her,

ance of your future conjugal yoke-fellow. An' ran through midden-hole an'a',

You go out, one or more, for this is a social spell, to An' pray'd wi' zeal an' fervour,

a south running spring or rivulet, where “ three lairds' Fu’fast that night.

lands meet,” and dip your left shirt sleeve. Go to bed in sight of a fire, and hang your wet sleeve before it to

dry. Lie awake; and some time near midnight, an appa* This charm must likewise be performed unperceived, rition, having the exact figure of the grand object in ques. and alone. You go to the barn, and open both doors, tion, will come and turn the sleeve, as if to dry the other laking them off the hinges, if possible; for there is danger side of it. that the being, about to appear, may shut the doors, and Take three dishes; put clean water in one, foul do you some mischief. Then take that instrument used water in another, leave the third empty: blindfold a in winnowing the corn, which, in our country dialect, person, and lead him to the hearth where the dishes are we call a wecht; and go through all the attitudes of letting ranged: he or she) dips the left hand: if by chance in down corn against the wind. Repeat it three times; and the clean water, the future husband or wife will come to the third time an apparition will pass through the barn, the bar of matrimony a maid ; if in the foul, a widow; if in at the windy door, and out at the other, having both in the empty dish, it foretells, with equal certainty, no the figure in question, and the appearance or retinue, marriage at all. It is repeated three times, and every marking the employment or station in life.

time the arrangement of the dishes is altered

Though now ye dow but hoyte an' hobble An' wintle like a saumont-coble, That day ye was a jinker noble

For heels an' win'! An’ran them till they a' did wauble,

Far, far behin.

And every time great care is ta’en,

To see them duly changed :
Auld uncle John, wha wedlock's joys

Sin Mar's year did desire,
Because he gat the toom-dish thrice,
He heaved them on the fire

In wrath that night.

XXVIII.
Wi’ merry sangs, and friendly cracks,

I wat they dinna weary ;
An' unco tales, an' funnie jokes,

Their sports were cheap an' cheery, Till butter'd so'ns,* wi’ fragrant lunt,

Set a' their gabs a-steerin; Syne, wi'a social glass o' strunt, They parted aff careerin

Fu' blythe that night.

When thou an' I were young an' skeigh, An' stable-meals at fairs were dreigh, How thou wad prance, an' snore, an' skreigh,

An' tak the road! Town's bodies ran, and stood abeigh,

An'ca't thee mad.

When thou was corn't, an' I was mellow, We took the road aye like a swallow : At brooses thou had ne'er a fellow,

For pith an' speed: But every tail thou pay't them hollow,

Where'er thou gaed.

THE AULD FARMER'S NEW-YEAR MORN

ING SALUTATION TO HIS AULD MARE
MAGGIE,

ON GIVING HER ACCUSTOMED RIPP OF CORN TO

HANSEL IN THE NEW-YEAR.

The sma’, droop-rumpl't, hunter cattle, Might aiblins waur't thee for a brattle ; But sax Scotch miles thou try't their mettle,

An' gar't them whaizle : Nae whip nor spur, but just a wattle

O'saugh or hazel.
Thou was a noble fittie-lan',
As e'er in tug or tow was drawn !
Aft thee an' I, in aught hours gaun,

On guid March weather, Hae turn'd sax rood beside our han',

For days thegither. Thou never braindg't, an' fetch't, an’ Aiskit, But thy auld tail thou wad hae whiskit, An' spread abreed thy weel-fill'd brisket,

Wi' pith, an' pow'r, Till spritty knowes wad rair't and risket,

An’slypet owre.

A GUID new-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a rip to thy auld baggie : Though thou's howe-backit, now, an' knaggie,

I've seen the day,
Thou could hae gaen like ony staggie

Out-owre the lay.
Though now thou's dowie, stiff, an' crazy,
An' thy auld hide's as white's a daisy,
I've seen thee dappl't, sleek, and glaizie,

A bonnie gray :
He should been tight that daur't to raize thee,

Ance in a day.
Thou ance was i’ the foremost rank,
A filly buirdly, steeve, an' swank,
An' set weel down a shapely shank,

As e'er tread yird ;
An' could hae flown out-owrc a stank,

Like ony bird.
It's now some nine an' twenty year,
Sin' thou was my good father's meere;
He gied me thee, o' tocher clear,

An' fifty mark;
Though it was sma', 'twas weel-won gear,

An' thou was stark. When first I gaed to woo my Jenny, Ye then was trottin wi' your minnie: Though ye was trickie, slee, an' funnie,

Ye ne'er was donsie ;
But hamely, tawie, quiet, an' cannie,

An' unco sopsie.
That day, ye pranced wi' muckle pride,
When ye bure hame my bonnie bride;
An' sweet, an' gracefu' she did ride,

Wi' maiden air!
Kyle Stewart I could bragged wide,

For sic a pair. • Sowens, with butter instead of milk to them, is al. ways the Halloween supper.

When frosts lay lang, an’snows were deep, An' threaten'd labour back to keep, I gied thy cog a wee-bit heap

Aboon the timmer;
I kenn'd my Maggie wad na sleep

For that, or simmer.
The cart or car thou never restit;
The steyest brae thou wad hae fac't it :
Thou never lap, and sten't, and breastit,

Then stood to blaw;
But just thy step a wee thing hastit,

Thou snoov't awa.

My pleugh is now thy bairn-time a': Four gallant brutes as e'er did draw: Forbye sax mae, I've sell't awa.

That thou hast nurst: They drew me thretteen pund an' twa,

The vera warst. Monie a sair daurk we twa hae wrought, An' wi' the weary warl' fought! And monie an anxious day, I thought

We wad be beat! Yet here to crazy age we're brought,

Wi' something yet.

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O life! thou art a galling load,
Along a rough, a weary road,

To wretches such as I!
Dim backward as I cast my view,

What sickening scenes appear!
What sorrows yet may pierce me through,
Too justly I may fear!
Still caring, despairing,

Must be my bitter doom ;
My woes here shall close ne'er,

But with the closing tomb !

II.

See stern oppression's iron grip,

Or mad ambition's gory hand,
Sending, like blood-hounds from the slip,

Wo, want, and murder, o'er a land !
E'en in the peaceful, rural vale,

Truth, weeping, tells the mournful tale, How pamper'd luxury, flattery by her side,

The parasite empoisoning her ear,

With all the servile wretches in the rear, Looks o'er proud property, extended wide ; And eyes the simple rustic hind,

Whose toil upholds the glittering show, A creature of another kind,

Some coarser substance, unrefined,
Placed for her lordly use, thus far, thus vile, below;

Where, where is love's fond, tender throe,
With lordly honour's lofty brow,

The powers you proudly own?
Is there beneath love's noble name,
Can harbour, dark, the selfish aim,

To bless himself alone ?
Mark maiden innocence a prey

To love-pretending snares, This boasted honour turns away,

Shunning soft pity's rising sway, Regardless of the tears, and unavailing prayers !

Perhaps, this hour, in misery's squalid nest,

She strains your infant to her joyless breast,
And with a mother's fears shrinks at the rocking

blast!
“Oye! who, sunk in beds of down,
Feel not a want but what yourselves create,
Think, for a moment, on his wretched fate,

Whom friends and fortune quite disown!
Ill satisfied keen nature's clamorous call,

Stretch'd on his straw he lays himself to sleep, While through the ragged roof and chinky wall,

Chill o'er his slumbers piles the drifty heap!
Think on the dungeon's grim confine,
Where guilt and poor misfortune pine !
Guilt, erring man, relenting view !
But shall thy legal rage pursue
The wretch, already crushed low

By cruel fortune's undeserved blow?
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress,
A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss !"

I heard nae mair, for chanticleer

Shook off the pouthery snaw,
And haild the morning with a cheer,

A cottage-rousing craw.
But deep this truth impress’d my mind-

Through all his works abroad,
The heart benevolent and kind

The most resembles God.

Happy, ye sons of busy life,
Who, equal to the bustling strife,

No other view regard!
E'en when the wished end's denied,
Yet while the busy means are plied,

They bring their own reward:
Whilst I, a hope-abandon'd wight,

Unfitted with an aim,
Meet every sad returning night,
And joyless morn the same ;
You, bustling, and justling,

Forget each grief and pain :
I, listless, yet restless,
Find every prospect vain.

III,
How blest the solitary's lot,
Who, all-forgetting, all-forgot,

Within his humble cell,
The cavern wild with tangling roots,
Sits o'er his newly-gather'd fruits,

Beside his erystal well!
Or, haply, to his evening thought,

By unfrequented stream.
The ways of men are distant brought,
A faint collected dream:
While praising and raising

His thoughts to heaven on high, As wandering, meandering,

He views the solemn sky,

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IV.
Than I, no lonely hermit placed
Where never human footstep traced,

Less fit to play the part;
The lucky moment to improve,
And just to stop, and just to move,

With self-respecting art:
But ah! those pleasures, loves, and joys,

Which I too keenly taste,
The solitary can despise,
Can want, and yet be blest !
He needs not, he heeds not,

Or human love or hate,
Whilst I here must cry here,
At perfidy ingrate!

V. 0! enviable, early days, When dancing thoughtless pleasure's maze,

To care, to guilt unknown!
How ill exchanged for riper times,
To feel the follies, or the crimes,
of others, or my own!

DESPONDENCY.

AN ODE.

I. OPPRESS'D with grief, oppress’d with care, A burden more than I can bear, I sit me down and sigh:

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