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Upo' the cutty-stool was forced to ride;
The fient a cheep''s amang the bairnies now;
For a' their anger 's wi' their hunger gane: Ay maun the childer, wi' a fastin' mou,
Grumble an' greet, an' mak an unco maene. In rangles. round, before the ingle's low,
Frae gudame's 4 mouth auld.warld tales they hear, O’ warlocks loupin round the wirrikow 5:
O'ghaists, that wino in glen an kirkyard drear, Whilk touzles a' their tap, an' gars them shake wi'
For weel she trows, that fiends an' fairies be
Sent frae the deil to fleetch? us to our ill; That ky hae tint 8 their milk wi' evil ee;
An' corn been scowder'd' on the glowin' kiln. O mock nae this, my friends! but rather mourn,
Ye in life's brawest spring wi' reason clear; Wi' eild 10 our idle fancies a' return,
And dim our dolefu' days wi' bairnly" fear; The mind's ay cradled whan the grave is near.
Yet Thrift, industrious, bides her latest days,
Though Age her sair-dow'd front wi'runcles wave;
Not a whimper. .. Moan.-3 Circles.--4 Grandame. 5 Scare-crow.–6 Abide, 7 Entice. -8 Lost. Scorched.10 Agel Childish.
Yet frae the russet lap the spindle plays ;
Her e'enin stent reels she as weel's the lave. On some feast-day, the wee things buskit braw,
Shall heese her heart up wi' a silent joy,
Her ain spun cleedin? on,a darlin' oys;,
In its auld lerroch yet the deas remains, Where the gudeman aft streeks? him at his ease; and canny
banes O' labourers doylt upo' the wintry leas. Round him will baudrins 8 an' the collie come, To wag
their tail, and cast á thankfu' ee, To him wba kindly flings them mony a crum
O'kebbuckwbang'd, an' dainty fadge to prie'l; This a' the boon they crave, an' athe fee.
Frae him the lads their mornin' counsel tak:
What stacks he wants to thrash; what rigs to till; How big a birn 12 maun lie on bassie's back,
For meal an' mu'ter 14 to the thirlin' mill... Niest, the gudewife her hirelin' damsels bids Glowr through the byre, an' see the hawkies 15
1 Task.--. The rest.-3 Grandchild. - 4 Her farewell entertainment.--5 Corner.–6 Bench.—7 Stretches.—8 The cat.-9 Young cheose.-10 Luaf.-11 To taste.-13 Burthen.13 The horse. 14 The miller's perquisite.--15 Cows.
Tak tent, case Crummy tak her wonted tids',
An' ca' the laiglen's treasure on the ground;
Then a' the house for sleep begin to green',
Their joins to slack frae industry a while; The leaden god fa's heavy on their een,
An' haffins steeks them frae their daily toil; The cruizy, too, can only blink and bleer;
The restit ingle's done the maist it dow;
Upo' the cods to clear their drumly powo,
Peace to the husbandman, an a' his tribe,
Whase care fells a' our wants frae year to year! Lang may his sock7 and cou'ter turn the gleyb,
An' banks o' corn bend down wi' laded ear! May Scotia's simmers ay look gay an' green;
Her yellow ha'rsts frae scowry blasts decreed !
Frae the hard grip o' ails, and poortith freed;
· Fits. The milk-pail. To long. The lamp.-5 Pillow.6 Thick heads. Ploughshare. Soil. Comfortable.
FROM LYRIC POEMS, DEVOTIONAL AND MORAL. LONDON,
GOVERNMENT OF THE MIND.
IMPERIAL Reason, hold thy throne,
Conscience to censure and approve
Subjection, and in order move.
Enchanting order! Peace how sweet!
Delicious harmony within;
Ah! when shall I such empire win!
The hero's laurel fades; the fame
For boundless science is but wind;
Without dominion of the mind.
PHILIP DORMER STANHOPE,
EARL OF CHESTERFIELD.
BORN 1694.-DIED 1773.
ON NASH'S PICTURE.AT FULL LENGTH
BETWEEN THE BUSTS OF SIR I. NEWTON AND MR. POPE,
The old Egyptians hid their wit
In hieroglyphic dress,
And please themselves with guess.
Moderós, to hit the self-same path,
And exercise their parts,
Forgive them, God of Arts !
Newton, if I can judge aright,
All wisdom does express;
Adds to their happiness.
Pope is the emblem of true wit,
The sunshine of the mind;
You'll endless pleasure find.