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His wee bit ingle, blinkin bonnily,

At service out, amang the farmers roun'; His clane hearth-stane, his thrifty wifie's Some ca’ the pleugh, some herd, some tentic smile,

rin The lisping infant prattling on his knee, A cannie errand to a neebor town;

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“Th’expectant wee things, toddlin, stacher through,

To meet their dad, wi' flichterin noise and glee.' Does a' his weary, carking cares beguile, Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman An' maks him quite forget his labor an' his grown, toil.

In youthful bloom, love sparkling in her e'e

Comes hame, perhaps, to show a braw new Belyve the elder bairns came drapping in,

gown,

Or deposite her sair-worn penny-fee,

O happy love! where love like this is found! To help her parents dear, if they in hardship O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare! be.

I've paced much this weary, mortal round,

And sair experience bids me this declare: Wi'joy unfeigned brothers and sisters meet, “ If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasAn'each for others' welfare kindly spiers;

ure spare The social hours, swift-winged, unnoticed One cordial in this melancholy vale, fleet;

'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears; In other's arms breathe out the tender tale,

The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years; Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the Anticipation forward points the view.

evening gale !" The mother, wi' her needle and her shears, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new; Is there, in human form, that bears a heart, The father mixes a' wi' admonition due.

A wretch, a villain, lost to love and truth,

That can with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Their master's an' their mistress's command, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? The younkers a' are warned to obey;

Curse on his perjured arts! dissembling And mind their labors wi' an eydent 'hand,

smooth! An' ne'er, though out o'sight, to jauk an' Are honor, virtue, conscience, all exiled ? play.

Is there no pity, no relenting ruth, "An' oh, be sure to fear the Lord alway, Points to the parents fondling o'er their child? And mind your duty duly, morn and night: Then pants the ruined maid, and their distrace Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray,

tion wild! Implore his counsel an’ assisting might; They never sought in vain that sought the But now the supper crowns their simple board, Lord aright.”

The halesome parritch, chief of Scotia's

food; But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; The soupe their only hawkie does afford,

Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, That 'yont the hallan snugly chows her Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor,

cood. To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The dame brings forth in complimental The wily mother sees the conscious flame

mood, Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, an' flush her cheek; To grace the lad, her weel-hained kebbuck Wi' heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name,

An' aft he's pressed, an' aft he ca's it guid; While Jenny bafflins is afraid to speak; The frugal wifie, garrulous, will tell Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild How 'twas a towmond auld, sin' lint was i' worthless rake.

the bell.

fell;

Wi, kindly welcome, Jenny brings him ben; The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face A strappan youth; he takes the mother's They round the ingle form a circle wide ; eye;

The sire turn's o’er, wi patriarchal grace, Blithe Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta' en;

The big ha’-Bible, ance his father's pride; The father cracks o' horses, pleughs, and His bonnet reverently is laid aside, kye.

His lyart haffets wearing thin and bare; The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi' Those strains that once did sweet in Zion joy,

glide, But, blate and laithful, scarce can weel be- He wales a portion with judicious care, have;

And, “Let us worship God," he says, with The woman, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy

solemn air. What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave;

They chant their artless notes in simple guise; Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected They tune their hearts, by far the noblest

like the lave.

aim;

Perhaps “Dundee's" wild, warbling measures Compared with these, Italian thrills are rise,

tame; Or plaintive “Martyr's” worthy of the The tickled ears no heart-felt raptures raise; name;

Nae unison hae they wil our Creator's praise.

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Or noble “Elgin” beats the heavenward The priest-like father reads the sacred page, flame,

How Abram was the friend of God on high; i'he sweetest far of Scotia's holy lays; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage

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Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire;

How his first followers and servants sped; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. The precepts sage they wrote to many a land;

How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand,

And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is by Heaven's command.

sent,

Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Then, kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal Be blessed with health, and peace, and King,

sweet content! The saint, the father, and the husband prays; And oh, may Heaven their simple lives preHope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," vent

That thus they all shall meet in future days; From luxury's contagion, weak and vile! There ever bask in uncreated rays,

Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, A virtuous populace may rise the wbile,

Together hymning their Creator's praise, And stand a wall of fire around their much In such society, yet still more dear,

loved isle ! While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.

O Thou! who poured the patriotic tide

That streamed throngh Wallace's undauntCompared with this, how poor Religion's ed heart, pride,

Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art,

Or nobly die, the glorious second part, When men display to congregations wide The patriot's God peculiarly thou art,

Devotion's every grace, except the heart! His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward ! The Power, incensed, the pageant will de O never, never Scotia's realm desert! sert,

But still the patriot, and the patriot-bard, The pompous strain, the sacerdotal stole; In bright succession raise, her ornament and But, haply, in some cottage far apart,

guard ! May hear, well pleased, the language of the

ROBERT BURNS. soul, And in his book of life the inmates poor enroll.

HYMN: "ABIDE WITH ME.Then homeward all take off their several way; The youngling cottagers retire to rest;

The darkness deepens; Lord, with me The parent-pair their secret homage pay,

abide! And proffer up to Heaven the warm request, When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, That He, who stills the raven's clamorous Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me!

nest, And decks the lily fair in flowery pride,

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Would, in the way his wisdom sees the best, Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away; For them, and for their little ones provide ; Change and decay in all around I see; But chiefly, in their hearts, with grace divine O thou who changest not, abide with me! preside.

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word; From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur But as thou dwell'st with thy disciples, Lord, springs,

Familiar, condescending, patient, free, That makes her loved at home, revered Come, not to sojourn, but abide, with me!

abroad; Princes and lords are but the work of kings; Come not in terrors as the King of kings, “ An honest man's the noblest work of But kind and good, with healing in thy wings,

God;" And, certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me

Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea; The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load,

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, And, though rebellious and perverse meanStudied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined. while,

Thou hast not left me, oft as I left thee. O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!

On to the close, O Lord, abide with me!

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