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Depend upon it, my snobbish friend,
may find it waxed at the farther end,
By some plebeian vocation;
That plagued some worthy relation !
But Miss MacBride had something beside
According to public rumor; And he lived “up town,” in a splendid square, And kept his daughter on dainty fare, And gave her gems
that were rich and rare, And the finest rings and things to wear,
And feathers enough to plume her.
A thriving tailor begged her hand,
By a violent manual action,
An exceedipgly vulgar fraction!
Another, whose sign was a golden boot,
In a way that was quite appalling;
“The cobbler keep to his calling!”
* Sutor is the Latin for shoemaker.
And altogether above him!
With true judicial celerity;
Is merely a double verity!
The last of those who came to court,
A crime by no means flagrant
A ragged fellow "a vagrant!"
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, 6. Whenever he dies—as die he must
And yields to Heaven his vital trust,
In behalf of his only daughter."
And the very magnificent Miss MacBride,
Quite graciously relented;
With much disdain, consented!
Old John MacBride, one fatal day,
Of fortune's undertakers;
Among the brokers and breakers !
But, alas, for the haughty Miss MacBride, 'Twas such a shock to her precious pride! She couldn't recover, although she tried
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!
'Twas little condolence she had, God wot-
The airs she used to borrow!
Remarked that moral transgression
Was a very wick-ed profession !
And mocked at her situation:
And that was a consolation"
Was the very first to forsake her;
To quiet the butcher and baker'
Bewails her lonely position;
and below the richWas ever a worse condition!
With insolent pride of station!
repose, That wealth's a bubble that comes
-and goes ! And that all proud flesh, wherever it grows,
Is subject to irritation!
THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD.
[ 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.