10 I'll wander on, wi' tentless heed I'll lay me with th' inglorious dead, 11 But why o' death begin a tale? And large, before enjoyment's gale, Let's tak the tide. 12 This life, sae far's I understand, Is a' enchanted fairy-land, Where Pleasure is the magic wand, That, wielded right, Maks hours like minutes, hand in hand, 13 The magic wand, then, let us wield; For, ance that five-an'-forty's speel'd, See crazy, weary, joyless eild, Wi' wrinkled face, Comes hostin', hirplin' owre the field, Wi' creepin' pace. 14 When ance life's day draws near the gloamin', Then fareweel vacant careless roamin' And fareweel cheerfu' tankards foamin', And social noise; And fareweel dear, deluding woman! The joy of joys! 15 O Life! how pleasant in thy morning, Like schoolboys, at the expected warning, 16 We wander there, we wander here, We eye the rose upon the brier, Unmindful that the thorn is near, Among the leaves; And though the puny wound appear, 17 Some, lucky, find a flowery spot, And, haply, eye the barren hut With high disdain. 18 With steady aim some Fortune chase; Keen Hope does every sinew brace; Through fair, through foul, they urge the race, And seize the prey: Then cannie, in some cozie place, They close the day. 19 And others, like your humble servan', Poor wights! nae rules nor roads observin'; They zig-zag on ; Till curst with age, obscure and starvin', They aften groan. 20 Alas! what bitter toil an' straining- E'en let her gang ! Beneath what light she has remaining, Let's sing our sang. 21 My pen I here fling to the door, 6 And kneel, Ye Powers!' and warm implore, In all her climes, Grant me but this, I ask no more, Aye rowth o' rhymes. 22 Gie dreeping roasts to countra lairds, And maids of honour! And yill and whisky gie to cairds, Until they sconner. 23 A title-Dempster1 merits it; A garter gie to Willie Pitt; Gie wealth to some be-ledger'd cit, In cent. per cent. ; But give me real, sterling wit, And I'm content. 24 While ye are pleased to keep me hale, I'll sit down o'er my scanty meal, Be 't water-brose, or muslin-kail, Wi' cheerfu' face, As lang's the Muses dinna fail To say the grace.' 'Dempster:' sce a former note. 25 An anxious e'e I never throws Sworn foe to sorrow, care, and prose, 26 O ye douce folk, that live by rule, Your hearts are just a standing pool, 27 Nae hair-brain'd sentimental traces In your unletter'd, nameless faces! In arioso trills and graces 28 Ye are sae grave, nae doubt your wise; Nae ferly though ye do despise The hairum-scairum, ram-stam boys, I see you upward cast your eyes-- Ye ken the road. 29 Whilst I-but I shall haud me thereWi' you I'll scarce gang ony whereThen, Jamie, I shall say nae mair, But quat my sang, Content wi' you to mak a pair, Whare'er I gang. A DREAM. Thoughts, words, and deeds, the statute blames with reason; But surely dreams were ne'er indicted treason? On reading, in the public papers, the Laureate's Ode, with the other parade of June 4, 1786, the author was no sooner dropped asleep, than heimagined himself transported to the birthday levee; and in his dreaming fancy made the following Address.-B. 1 GUID-MORNIN' to your Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses, 2 I see ye're complimented thrang. The poets, too, a venal gang, Wi' rhymes weel-turn'd and ready, 3 For me, before a monarch's face, For neither pension, post, nor place, |