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Anticipation forward points the view :
Gars 20 auld claes look amaist as weel's the new ;
Their master's and their mistress's comm
An' ne'er, though out o' sight, to jauk or play :
An' mind your duty, duly, morn an' night!
Implore His counsel and assisting might:
Jenny, wha kens the meaning o’the same,
To do some errands, and convoy her hame.
Sparkle in Jenny's e’e, and flush her cheek;
While Jenny hafflins 22 is afraid to speak ;
A strappan 24 youth, he taks the mother's eye ;
The father cracks 25 of horses, pleughs, and kye.26
But blate 27 an. laithfu', 98 scarce can weel behave ;
What maks the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave,
O heartfelt raptures ! bliss beyond compare !
And sage experience bids me this declare, -
One cordial in this melancholy vale,
In other's arms breathe out the tender tale,
20 Makes. 21 Diligent.
24 Tall and handsome. 25 Converses. 26 Kine, cows.
27 Bashful. 28 Reluctant. 29 The rest, the others. SP. ENG. LIT.
Is there, in human form, that bears a heart,
A wretch ! a villain! lost to love and truth! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art,
Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth ? Curse on his perjured arts! dissembling smooth!
Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exiled ? Is there no pity, no relenting ruth, 30
Points to the parents fondling o'er their child ? Then paints the ruin'd maid, and their distraction wild ? But now the supper crowns their simple board!
The healsome parritch, chief o' Scotia's food : The soupe 32 their only hawkie 33 does afford,
That 'yont 34 the hallan 35 snugly chows her cood : The dame brings forth, in complimental mood,
To grace the lad, her weel-hain'd 36 kebbuck, 37 fell, 38 An' aft he's press’d, an' aft he ca's it good ;
The frugal wifie, garrulous, will tell, How ’twas a towmond 39 auld,40 sin 41 lint was i’ the bell.“The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face,
They round the ingle form a circle wide; The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace,
The big Ha’-Bible,43 ance his father's pride ; His bonnet reverently is laid aside,
His lyart 44 haffets 45 wearin' thin an' bare;
He wales 48 a portion with judicious care ;
They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim ;
Or plaintive Martyrs,47 worthy of the name; Or noble Elgin 47 beets the heavenward flame,
The sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays : Compared with these, Italian trills are tame;
The tickled ears no heartfelt raptures raise ; Nam unison bae they with our Creator's praise. The priest-like father reads the sacred page,
How Abram was the friend of God on high ;
30 Mercy, kind feeling. 31 Oatmeal-pudding. 32 Sauce, milk. 33 A pet name for a cow. °34 Beyond. 35 A partition wall in a cottage. 36 Carefully preserved.
40 Old. 37 A cheese.
39 Twelve months.
41 Since. 38 Biting to the taste. 42 Flax was in blossom. 43 The great Bible kept in the hall. 44 Gray.
45 The temples, the sides of the head. 46 Chooses.
47 The names of Scottish psalm-tunes.
Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage
With Amalek's ungracious progeny ;
Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire;
Or, rapt Isaiah’s wild seraphic fire ;
Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme,
How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He, who bore in Heaven the second dame,
Had not on earth whereon to lay his head : How His first followers and servants sped,
The precepts sage they wrote to many a land : How he 49 who lone in Patmos banished,
Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand, [command. And beard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's
Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King,
The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope “springs exulting on triumphant wing,"
That thus they all shall meet in future days; There ever bask in uncreated rays,
No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear,
In such society, yet still more dear,
In all the pomp of method and of art,
Devotion's every grace, except the heart ! The Power, incensed, the pageant will desert,
The pompous strain, the sacerdotal stole ; 51 But haply, in some cottage far apart,
May hear, well pleased, the language of the soul ; And in His book of life the inmates poor enrol.
Then homeward all take off their several way ;
The youngling cottagers retire to rest; The parent-pair their secret hoinage pay,
And proffer up to Heaven the warm request
49 Saint John. 50 An island in the Archipelago, where John is supposed to have written the book of Revelation.
51 Priestly vestment.
That He, who stills the raven's clamorous nest,
And decks the lily fair in flowery pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best,
For them and for their little ones provide ; But, chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside. From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs,
That makes her loved at home, revered abroad ; Princes and lords are but the breath of kings,
“ An honest man's the noblest work of God ;” And certes, 52 in fair virtue's heavenly road,
The cottage leaves the palace far behind : What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load,
Disguising oft the wretch of human-kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined ! O Scotia ! my dear, my native soil !
For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent ! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And, Oh! may Heaven their simple lives prevent
From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent,
A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand, a wall of fire, around their much-loved isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide
That stream'd through Wallace's undaunted heart, Who dared to, nobly, stem tyrannic pride,
Or nobly die, the second glorious part,
His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward !)
But still the patriot, and the patriot bard,
261. John Wolcott. 1738-1819. (Manual, p. 396.)
THE RAZOR SELLER.
A fellow in a market town,
And offer'd twelve for eighteen-pence;.
Which certainly seem'd wondrous cheap,
As every man would buy, with cash and sense.
That seem'd a shoe-brush stuck beneath his nose :
“This rascal stole the razors, I suppose. “No matter if the fellow be a knave, Provided that the razors shave;
It certainly will be a monstrous prize."
And quickly soap'd himself to ears and eyes.
Being well lather'd from a dish or tub,
Just like a hedger cutting furze:
“I wish my eighteen-pence within my purse." Hodge sought the fellow-found him—and begun : * Prhaps, Master Razor-rogue, to you 'tis fun,
That people flay themselves out of their lives :
With razors just like oyster knives.
As for the razors you have bought,
Upon my soul I never thought That they would shave." “Not think they'd shave !" quoth Hodge, with wondering eyes,
And voice not much unlike an Indian yell; “What were they made for then, you dog ?” he cries :
“Made !” quoth the fellow, with a smile,—“TO SELL.”