We're fit to win our daily bread, ,1 'Mair spier na, nor fear na,' To lie in kilns and barns at e'en, gound When banes are crazed, and bluid is thin, Yet then content could make us blest; The honest heart that's free frae a' Intended fraud or guile, However fortune kick the ba', Has aye some cause to smile : 1 Ramsay. ask fig 2 "The old-remembered beggar, even in my own time, like the baccoch, or travelling cripple of Ireland, was expected to merit his quarters by something beyond an exposition of his distresses. He was often a talkative, facetious fellow, prompt at repartee, and not withheld from exercising his power that way by any respect of persons, his patched cloak giving him the privilege of the ancient jester. To be a guid crack· that is, to possess talents for conversation-was essential to the trade of a 'puir body' of the more esteemed class; and Burns, who delighted in the amusement their discourses af What though, like commoners of air, Without-hold But either house or hal'? In days when daisies deck the ground, With honest joy our hearts will bound On braes when we please then, We'll sit and sowth a tune; And sing't when we hae dune. con forded, seems to have looked forward with gloomy firmness to the possibility of himself becoming, one day or other, a member of their itinerant society. In his poetical works, it is alluded to so often as perhaps to indicate that he considered the consummation as not utterly impossible. Thus, in the fine dedication of his works to Gavin Hamilton, he says: And when I downa yoke a naig, Then, Lord be thankit, I can beg.' Again, in his Epistle to Davie, a brother poet, he states that, in their closing career, The last o't, the warst o't, Is only but to beg.' And after having remarked, that " To lie in kilns and barns at e'en, When banes are crazed, and bluid is thin, Is doubtless great distress,' the bard reckons up, with true poetical spirit, that free enjoyment of the beauties of nature which might counterbalance the hardship and uncertainty of the life even of a mendicant." SIR WALTER SCOTT Notes to Antiquary. It's no in titles nor in rank, It's no in wealth like Lon'on bank, Nae treasures nor pleasures That makes us right or wrang. Think ye, that sic as you and I, learning Wha drudge and drive through wet and dry, Think ye, we are less blest than they, As hardly worth their while? Baith careless and fearless Esteeming and deeming observe Then let us cheerfu' acquiesce; Nor make our scanty pleasures less, And even should misfortunes come, They make us see the naked truth, Though losses and crosses Be lessons right severe, But tent me, Davie, ace o' hearts! And am (To say aught less wad wrang the cartes, And flatt'ry I detest) This life has joys for you and I; And joys that riches ne'er could buy; And joys the very best. There's a' the pleasures o' the heart, The lover and the frien'; Ye hae your Meg, your dearest part, mark I Sillar's fame was a lass named Margaret Orr, who had Oh all ye powers who rule above! Oh Thou whose very self art love! Her dear idea brings relief And solace to my breast. Oh hear my fervent prayer! All hail, ye tender feelings dear! Long since, this world's thorny ways. Had it not been for you! the charge of the children of Mrs. Stewart of Stair. Burns, accompanying his friend on a visit to Stair, found some other lasses there who were good singers, and communicated to them some of his songs in manuscript. Chance threw one of these in the way of Mrs. Stewart, who, being struck by its elegance and tenderness, resolved to become acquainted with the author. Accordingly, on his next visit to the house, he was asked to go into the drawing-room to see Mrs. Stewart, who thus became the first friend he had above his own rank in life. It was not the fortune of "Meg" to become Mrs Sillar |