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Depend upon it, my snobbish friend,
By some plebeian vocation;
According to public rumor;
And feathers enough to plume her.
By a violent manual action,
An exceedingly vulgar fraction !
* Sutor is the Latin for shoemaker.
And could you really love him—".
And altogether above him!
With true judicial celerity;
Is merely a double verity!
A crime by no means flagrant
A ragged fellow “a vagrant!”
XIX. Now dapper Jim his courtship pliea (I wish the fact could be denied) With an eye to the purse of the old MacBride,
And really “nothing shorter!” For he said to himself, in his greedy lust, “Whenever he dies--as die he must
And yields to Heaven his vital trust,
In behalf of his only daughter.”
Quite graciously relented;
With much disdain, consented!
Her jaded spirits to rally; 'Twas a dreadful change in human affairs, From a place “up town,” to a nook "up stairs”
From an avenue down to an alley!
XXIII. 'Twas little condolence she had, God wotFrom her “troops of friends," who hadn't forgot
The airs she used to borrow! They had civil phrases enough, but yet 'Twas plain to see that their “deepest regret”
Was a different thing from sorrow'
Remarked that moral transgression
Was a very wick-ed profession!
xxy. And vulgar people—the saucy churls— Inquired about “the price of pearls,”
And mocked at her situation: “She wasn't ruined—they ventured to hope Because she was poor, she needn't mope. Few people were better off for soap.
And that was a consolation"
Was the very first to forsake her;
To quiet the butcher and baker "
Bewails her lonely position;
Was ever a worse condition !
With insolent pride of station !
Ts subject to irritation !
THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD.
ROBERT CHAMBERS. James Hogg, generally known as “The ETTRICK SHEP. HERN,” was, perhaps, the most creative and imaginative of the uneducated poets. His fancy had a wide range, picturing in its flight scenes of wild aërial magnificence and beauty. His taste was very defective, though he had done much to repair his early want of instruction. His occupation of a shepherd, among solitary hills and glens, must have been favorable to his poetical enthusiasm. He was not, like Burns, thrown into society when young, and forced to combat with misfortune. His destiny was unvaried, until he had arrived at a period, when the bent of his genius was fixed for life. Without society during the day, his evening hours were spent in listening to ancient legends and ballads, of which his mother, like Burns's, was a great reci er. This nursery of imagination he has himself beautifully described :
2. O list, the mystic lore sublime
Of fairy tales of ancient time!
* For a Note on Chambers, see Exercise CVIII.