LINES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW, AT THE KING'S
ARMS TAVERN, DUMFRIES.

YE men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering
'Gainst poor Excisemen? give the cause a hearing;
What are your landlords' rent-rolls? taxing ledgers:
What premiers, what? even Monarch's mighty gaugers:
Nay, what are priests, those seeming godly wise men?
What are they, pray, but spiritual Excisemen?

LINES WRITTEN ON THE WINDOW OF THE GLOBE TAVERN, DUMFRIES.

THE greybeard, Old Wisdom, may boast of his treasures,
Give me with gay Folly to live;

I grant him his calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures,
But Folly has raptures to give.

LINES WRITTEN UNDER THE PICTURE OF THE
CELEBRATED MISS BURNS.

CEASE ye prudes, your envious railing,
Lovely Burns has charms-confess:
True it is, she had one failing,

Had a woman ever less?

EPIGRAM ON ELPHINSTONE'S TRANSLATION OF MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS.

О THOU, whom Poetry abhors,

Whom Prose had turned out of doors,
Heard'st thou that groan?-proceed no further,
'Twas laurel'd Martial roaring murder.

EPITAPH ON A COUNTRY LAIRD, NOT QUITE SO WISE AS SOLOMON.

BLESS the Redeemer, O Cardoness,

With grateful lifted eyes,

Who said that not the soul alone,

But body, too, must rise;

For had He said, "The soul alon、
From death I will deliver,"
Alas! alas! O Cardoness,

Then thou hadst slept for ever'

EPITAPH ON WEE JOHNNY.

Hic jacet wee Johnny.

WHOE'ER thou art, O reader know
That death has murder'd Jonnny'
An' here his body lies fu' low-
For saul he ne'er had ony.

EPITAPH ON A CELEBRATED RULING ELDER
HERE SOwter Hood in Death dues sleep;
To h-1, if he's gane thither,
Satan, gie him thy gear to keep,
He'll haud it weel thegither.

EPITAPH FOR ROBERT AIKEN, ESQ.

KNOW thou, O stranger to the fame
Of this much lov'd, much honour'd name!
(For none that knew him need be told)
A warmer heart death ne'er made cold.

EPITAPH FOR GAVIN HAMILTON, ESQ.

THE poor man weeps-here Gavin sleeps,
Whom canting wretches blam'd:

But with such as he, where'er he be,
May I be sav'd, or d―'d!

1 John Wilson, who printed an edition of Burns' Poems.

2 Shoemaker,

EPITAPH ON MY FATHER.

O YE, whose cheek the tear of pity stains
Draw near with pious rev'rence and attend!
Here lie the loving husband's dear remains,

The tender father, and the gen'rous friend;

The pitying heart that felt for human woe;
The dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride;
The friend of man, to vice alone a foe;

"For ev'n his failings lean'd to virtue's side.”

EPITAPH ON JOHN DOVE, INNKEEPER,
MAUCHLINE.

HERE lies Johnny Pidgeon;
What was his religion?
Wha e'er desires to ken,

To some other warl'

Maun follow the carl,

For here Johnny Pidgeon had nane!

Strong ale was ablution,

Small beer persecution,

A dram was memento mori;

But a full flowing bowl

Was the saving his soul,

And port was celestial glory.

EPITAPH ON JOHN BUSHBY,' WRITER, IN
DUMFRIES.

HERE lies John Bushby, honest man,
Cheat him, Devil, if you can.

"Went to the churchyard where Burns is buried. A bookseller accompanied us. Went on to visit the grave. There,' said the bookseller to us, pointing to a pompous monument a few yards off, 'there lies Mr. John Bushby, a remarkably clever man; he was an attorney, and hardly ever lost a cause he undertook. Burns made many a lampoon upon him, and there they rest, as you see.""Memoirs of Wordsworth, i. 214.

GLOSSARY.

THE ch and gh have always the guttural sound. The sound of the English diphthong oo, is commonly spelled ou. The French u, a sound which often occurs in the Scottish language, is marked oo, or ui. The a in genuine Scottish words, except when forming a diphthong, or followed by an e mute after a single consonant, sounds generally like the broad English a in wall. The Scottish diphthong e, always, and ea, very often, sound like the French e masculine. The Scottish diphthong ey, sounds like the Latin ei.

Awn, the beard of barley, oats,
&c.
Awnie, bearded

Agley, off the right line; wrong Ayont, beyond

Airle-penny, Airles, earnest Backets, ash boards

Aft, oft

Aften, often

Alblins, perhaps

Ain, own

BA', Ball