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sant evenings than at all the houses of fashionable people in this country put together; and to their kindness and hospitality I am indebted for many of the happiest hours of my life.

The day returns, my bosom burns,
The blissful day we twa did meet,
Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,

Ne'er summer sun was half sae sweet.
Than a' the pride that loads the tide,
And crosses o'er the sultry line;

Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes,
Heav'n gave me more, it made me thine.

greatly shocked to find this little spot, that ought to have been held sacred, almost gone to decay. The pane of glass on which the Poet had written his well-known" Lines" was removed; the floor was covered with straw; the door thrown open; and the trees that had been planted at the entrance to this interesting place, were broken down and destroyed by cattle.

Such was the late proprietor, Capt. Smith's neglect of a spot on the window of which ROBERT BURNS had traced, with his own hand (which still remains), this tender tribute to the memory of a departed Friend.

"To Riddell, much lamented man!

This ivied cot was dear;

Wanderer, dost value matchless worth?
This ivied cot revere!"

How

While day and night can bring delight,
Or nature aught of pleasure give;
While joys above, my mind can move,
For thee, and thee alone, I live!
When that grim foe of life below,

Comes in between to make us part,
The iron hand that breaks our band,
It breaks my bliss-it breaks my heart!

How different the reverence of a poor old woman cottager, living in a wretched hut, in the immediate neighbourhood of Ellisland. On being asked if she kenn'd Burns? "Kend him! Aye did I! He was a graat man for pomms, and makin o' beuks, an' the like o' that; but he's deed now, puir man!”

THE GABERLUNZIE-MAN.*

THE Gaberlunzie-Man is supposed to commemorate an intrigue of James the Vth. Mr. Callander of Craig forth, published some years ago, an edition of Christ's Kirk on the Green, and the GaberlunzieMan, with notes critical and historical. James the Vth is said to have been fond of Gosford, in Aberlady Parish, and that it was suspected by his cotemporaries, that in his frequent excursions to that part of the country he had other purposes in view besides golfing and archery. Three favourite ladies, Sandilands, Weir, and Oliphant; (one of them resided at Gosford, and the others in the neighbourhood,) were occasionally visited by their royal and gallant admirer, which gave rise to the following satirical advice to his Majesty, from Sir David Lindsay, of the Mount, Lord Lyon.†

Sow not your seed on Sandylands,

Spend not your strength in Weir,
And ride not on an Elephant,

For spoiling o' your gear.

* A wallet-man or tinker, who appears to have been formerly

a jack-of-all-trades.

↑ Sir David was Lion King-at-Arms, under James V.

The pawky auld carle came o'er the lee,
Wi' many good e'ens and days to me,
Saying, Goodwife, for your courtesie,
Will ye lodge a silly poor man!
The night was cauld, the carle was wat,
And down ayont the ingle he sat ;

My daughter's shoulders he 'gan to clap,
And cadgily ranted and sang.

O wow! quo' he, were I as free,
As first when I saw this country,
How blyth and merry wad I be!
And I wad never think lang.
He grew canty, and she grew fain;
But little did her auld minny ken
What thir slee twa togither were say'n,
When wooing they were sae thrang.

And O! quo' he, ann ye were as black As e'er the crown of my dady's hat, "Tis I wad lay thee by my back,

And awa' wi' me thou shou'd gang. And O! quo' she, ann I were as white, As e'er the snaw lay on the dike, I'd clead me braw, and lady like, And awa' with thee I'd gang.

Between the twa was made a plot;
They raise awee before the cock,
And wilily they shot the lock,

And fast to the bent are they gane.
Up the morn the auld wife raise,
And at her leisure pat on her claise;
Syne to the servant's bed she gaes,
To speer for the silly poor man.

She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay,
The strae was cauld, he was away,
She clapt her hand, cry'd Waladay,

For some of our gear will be gane.
Some ran to coffers, and some to kists,
But nought was stown that cou'd be mist,
She danc'd her lane, cry'd, Praise be blest,
I have lodg'd a leal poor man.

Since nathing's awa', as we can learn,
The kirn's to kirn, and milk to earn,
Gae butt the house, lass, and waken my bairn,

And bid her come quickly ben.

The servant gade where the daughter lay,

The sheets was cauld, she was away,

And fast to her goodwife gan say,

She's aff with the Gaberlunzie-man.

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