See from his cavern grim Oppression rise, Mark ruffian Violence, distain'd with crimes, TO JOHN M'MURDO, ESQ.' O, COULD I give thee India's wealth, Because thy joy in both would be To share them with a friend. But golden sands did never grace The Heliconian stream; Then take what gold could never buy— ON THE DEATH OF A LAP-DOG, NAMED ECHO IN wood and wild, ye warbling throng, Now half-extinct your powers of song, 1 Steward to the Duke of Queensberry. THE KIRK'S ALARM. Ye jarring, screeching things around, 233 THE KIRK'S ALARM.' A SATIRE. ORTHODOX, Orthodox, Wha believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience- Has been blawn i' the wast, That what is not sense must be nonsense. Doctor Mac, Doctor Mac, Is heretic, damnable error. Town of Ayr, town of Ayr, To meddle wi' mischief a-brewing; To the Church's relief, And Orator Bob' is its ruin. D'rymple mild, D'rymple mild, 1 It is impossible to look back now to the civil war which then raged among the churchmen of the west of Scotland, without confessing that on either side there was much to regret, and not a little to blame; and no one can doubt that, in the, at best, unsettled state of Robert Burns' principles, the unhappy effect must have been powerful indeed, as to him. M'Gill and Dalrymple, the two ministers of the town of Ayr, had long been suspected of entertaining heterodox opinions. The gentry of the country took, for the most part, the side of M'Gill; the bulk of the lower orders espoused the cause of those who conducted the prosecution against this err ing Doctor. Gavin Hamilton, and all persons of his stamp, were, of course, on the side of M'Gill; Auld, and the Mauchline Elders, with his enemies. Mr. Robert Aiken, a writer in Ayr, had the principal management of M'Gill's cause. He was an intimate friend of Ham ilton, and through him had formed an acquaintance which now ripened into a warm friendship with Burns. M'Gill, Dalrymple, and their brethren were the New-light Pastors of his earliest "Satires." -Lockhart's Life of Burns, p. 60. Robert Aiken, agent, or, as we should say, attorney for Dr. M'Gill And your life like the new-driven snaw, Old Satan must have ye, For preaching that three's ane an' twa. Calvin's sons, Calvin's sons, And your skulls are storehouses of lead. Rumble John, Rumble John,1 Deal brimstone like adle," Simper James, Simper James," That the pack ye'll soon lead, Singet Sawnie, Singet Sawnie,* For Hannibal's just at your gates. Andrew Gowk, Andrew Gowk," Ye may slander the book, And the book nought the waur-let me tell you; Yet lay by hat and wig, And ye'll hae a calf's-head o' sma' value. THE KIRK'S ALARM. If ye'll meddle nae mair wi' the matter Wi' people wha ken ye nae better. Jamie Goose, Jamie Goose,' He has cooper'd and ca'd a wrang pin in't. Davie Bluster, Davie Bluster,' It's a sign they're no nice o' recruits, Royal blood ye might boast, If the ass was the king o' the brutes. Muirland Jock, Muirland Jock,' To crush Common Sense for her sins; There's no mortal so fit, To confound the poor Doctor at ance. Cessnockside, Cessnockside, Wi' your turkey-cock pride, 4 O' manhood but sma' is your share; Even our faes maun allow, And your friends daurna say ye hae mair. Daddie Auld, Daddie Auld," A tod meikle waur than the clerk;' Ye'll be in at the death, And if ye canna bite, ye can bark. Poet Burns, Poet Burns, 1 Mr. Young. 2 Mr. Grant. Mr. G. Smith. 6 Of Mauchline. 235 3 Mr. John Sheppard. Why desert ye your auld native shire? Yet were she even tipsy, She could ca' us nae waur than we are.' DAINTIE DAVIE. Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers, CHORUS. Meet me on the warlock-knowe, The crystal waters round us fa', The scented breezes round us blaw, When purple morning starts the hare, Then through the dews I will repair, When day, expiring in the west, And that's my ain dear Davie. The chosen champions of the Auld Light, in Ayrshire, presented, In many particulars of personal conduct and demeanour, as broad a mark as ever tempted the shafts of a satirist. That Burns has grossly overcharged the portraits of them, deepening the shadows that were sufficiently dark. and excluding altogether those brighter, and perhaps softer, traits of character which redeemed the origin als within the sympathies of many of the worthiest and best of men, seems equally clear.-Lockhart, p. 62. A knoll where wizards have held tryste. |