Ae auld wheelbarrow, mair for token, An' my auld mother brunt the trin'le.- } But her, my bonny sweet wee lady, B' the Ld! ye'se get them a' thegither. ; And now, remember Mr A-k-n, This list wi' my ain han' I wrote it, Day an' date as under notit, Then know all ye whom it concerns, Subscripsi huic, Mossgiel, February 22d, 1786. ROBERT BURNS. EPIGRAM. BURNS, accompanied by a Friend, having gone to Inverary at a time when some company were there on a visit to his Grace the Duke of Argyll, finding himself and his companion entirely neglected by the Inn-keeper, whose whole attention seemed to be occupied with the visitors of his Grace, expressed his disapprobation of the incivility with which they were treated in the following lines: WHOE'ER he be that sojourns here, 1 pity much his case, Unless he come to wait upon The Lord their God, his Grace. There's naething here but Highland pride, And Highland scab and hunger; If Providence has sent me here, 'Twas surely in an anger. EPITAPH ON A WAG IN MAUCHLINE. LAMENT him Mauchline husbands a', He aften did assist ye; For had ye staid whole weeks awa', Your wives they ne'er had miss'd ye. Ye Mauchline bairns, as on ye pass O tread ye lightly on his grass, EPIGRAM ON ELPHINSTONE'S TRANSLATION OF MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS. O THOU whom Poetry abhors, Whom Prose has turned out of doors, 'Twas laurell'd Martial roaring murder ! EPIGRAM ON CAPTAIN FRANCIS GROSE, THE CELEBRATED ANTIQUARY. TAE following Epigram, written in a moment of festivity by BURNS, was so much relished by GROSE, that he made it serve as an excuse for prolonging the convivial occasion that gave it birth, to a very late hour. THE Devil got notice that Grose was a-dying, And saw each bed-post with its burden a-groaning,* Astonished! confounded! cry'd Satan, " by G-d, "I'll want 'im, ere I take such a d-ble load." * Mr Grose was exceedingly corpulent, and used to rally himself, with the greatest good humour, on the singular rotun dity of his figure. |