Let warlocks' grim, an' withered hags, And in kirk-yards renew their leagues, 1 wizards. 5 fondled. ⚫ thaws. Thence, countra wives, wi' toil an' pain, By witching skill; 6 An' dawtit, twal-pint Hawkie's gaen 7 As yell's the bill. When thowes dissolve the snawy hoord 1o, An' nighted Trav❜llers are allured To their destruction. 11 An' aft your moss-traversing Spunkies Till in some miry slough he sunk is, When masons' mystic word an' grip, The youngest 'brother' ye wad whip 2 ragwort. • twelve-pint. 10 hoard. digged up. 7 milkless. Will-o'-the-wisp. ⚫ churn. 8 bull. Lang syne, in Eden's bonie yard, Sweet on the fragrant, flow'ry swaird, Then you, ye auld, snick-drawin1 dog! An' played on man a cursed brogue, An' gied the infant warld a shog*, An' how ye gat him i' your thrall, An' lowsed 10 his ill-tongued wicked scaul ", But a' your doings to rehearse, Your wily snares and fechtin 13 fierce, Wad ding 15 a' Lallan 16 tongue, or Erse, • smoky rags. 8 blackened face. • slanted. 10 loosed. is fighting. singed periwig. 11 scold. 12 of all. 14 Vide Milton, Book vi.-R. B. 15 exhaust. 16 Lowland. An' now, auld Cloots, I ken ye're thinkin, But, faith! he'll turn a corner jinkin', FROM 'THE HOLY FAIR.' Now, butt an' ben, the change-house fills, 5 6 Here's crying out for bakes an' gills, An' there the pint-stowp clatters; They raise a din, that, in the end, Is like to breed a rupture O' wrath that day. Leeze me on drink! it gies us mair 10 small beer. 11 tickle. The lads an' lasses, blythely bent On this ane's dress, an' that ane's leuk, While some are cozie i' the neuk 2, An' formin assignations To meet some day. But now the Lord's ain trumpet touts3, An' echoes back return the shouts ; His piercing words, like Highlan swords, His talk o' Hell, whare devils dwell, Wi' fright that day. A vast, unbottom'd, boundless pit, Wha's raging flame, an' scorching heat, The half asleep start up wi' fear, 'Twad be owre lang a tale, to tell An' how they crowded to the yill3, When they were a' dismist : How drink gaed round, in cogs an' caups, Amang the furms and benches; An' cheese an' bread frae women's laps, Was dealt about in lunches 10 2 nook. Shakspeare's Hamlet.-R.B. • wooden vessels. In comes a gaucie1 gash Guidwife, Syne draws her kebbuck 2 an' her knife, The auld guidmen, about the grace, Frae side to side they bother, Till some ane by his bonnet lays, Waesucks! for him that gets nae lass, Sma' need has he to say a grace, 4 Or melvie his braw claithing! On sic a day! Now Clinkumbell 5, wi' rattling tow, 6 Begins to jow an' croon ; Some swagger hame, the best they dow', 8 9 At slaps the billies halt a blink, Till lasses strip their shoon : Wi' faith an' hope, an' love an' drink, They're a' in famous tune For crack 10 that day. EPISTLE TO A YOUNG FRIEND "1. May 1786. I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend, Than just a kind memento; |