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"0! why has worth so short a date?

While villains ripen gray with time! Must thou, the noble, gen'rous, great,

Fall in bold manhood's hardy prime! Why did I live to see that day,

A day to me so full of woe? 0! had I met the mortal shaft

Which laid my benefactor low !

" The bridegroom may forget the bride

Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown

That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child

That smiles sae sweetly on her knee; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn,

And a' that thou hast done for me !"


Sent to sir John Whiteford, of Whiteford, bart.

with the foregoing poem.

Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever'st,
Who, save thy mind's reproach, nought earthly

To thee this votive offering I impart,
The tearful tribute of a broken heart.
The friend thou valued'st, I, the patron, lov'd ;
His worth, his honour, all the world approv'd.
We'll mourn 'till we too go as he has gone,
· And tread the dreary path to that dark would un-




Of brownyis and of bogylis full is this buke.

Gawin Douglas.

When chapman billies leave the street,
And drouthy neebors, neebois meet,
As market-days are wearing late,
An' folk begin to tak the gate ;
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
An' gettin fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Whare sits our sulky sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter,
As he frae Ayr ae night did canter,
(Auld Ayr wham ne'er a town surpasses,
For honest men and bonny lasses.)

O Tam! hadst thou but been sae wise As taen thy ain wife Kate's advice! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum ; That frae November 'till October, Ae market-day thou was nae sober ; That ilka melder, wi’ the miller, Thou sat as long as thou had siller ; That ev'ry naig was ca'd a shoe on, The smith and thee gat roaring fou on ; That at the L-d's house, ev'n on Sunday, Thou drank wi' Kirton Jean 'till Monday. She prophesy'd that late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, By Alloway's auld haunted kirk,

Ab, gentle dames ! it gars me greet, To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises !

But to our tale: Ae market night,
Tam had got planted unco right;
Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely,
Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely;
And at his elbow, souter Johnny,
His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony;
Tam loe'd him like a vera brither;
They had been fou for weeks thegither.
The night drave on wi’ sangs an' clatter ;
And aye the ale was growing better:
The landlady and Tam grew gracious ;
Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious :
The souter tauld his queerest stories;
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus:
The storm without might rair and rustle,
Tam did na mind the storm a whistle.

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Care, mad to see a man so happy,
E'en drown'd himself amang the nappy,
As bees flee hame wi' lades o treasure,
The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure:
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o life victorious.

But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed ;
Or like the snow-falls in the river,
A moment white-then melts for ever;
Or like the borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place ;
Or like the rainbow's lovely form
Evanishing amid the storm.-
Nae man can tether time or tide;
The hour approaches Tam maun ride;
That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, .
That dreary hour he mounts his beast in ;

And sic a night he taks the road in,
As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in.

The wind blew as 'twad blown its last; The rattling show'rs rose on the blast; The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd ; Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder bellow'd: That night, a child might understand, The deil had business on his hand.

Weel mounted on his gray mare, Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire, Despising wind, and rain, and fire; Whiles holding fast his gude blue bonnet ; Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet ; Whiles glow'ring round wi' prudent cares, Lest bogles catch him unawares; Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry.

By this time he was cross the ford, Whare in the snaw the chapman smoor’d; And past the birks and meikle stane, Whare drunken Charlie brak's neck-bane; And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; And near the thorn, aboon the well, Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel. Before him Doon pours all his floods ; The doubling storm roars thro' the woods ; The lightnings flash from pole to pole ; Near and more near the thunders roll; When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze; Thro’ilka bore the beains were glancing; And loud resounded mirth and dancing.

Inspiring bold John Barleycorn!
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Wi' tipenny, we fear nae evil;
Wi' usquabae we'll face the devil!

The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle,
Fair play, he card na deils a boddle.
But Maggie stood right sair astonishid,
"Till, by the heel and hand admonishd,
She ventur'd forward on the light;
And, vow! Tam saw an unco sight;
Warlocks and witches in a dance ;
Nae cotillion brent new frae France,
But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels,
Put life and mettle in their heels.
A winnock bunker in the east,
There sat auld Nick, in shape o' beast ;
A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large,
To gie them music was his charge :
He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl,
'Till roof and rafters a' did dirl.-
Coffins stood round like open presses ;
That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses ;
And by some devilish cantrip slight,
Each in his cauld hand held a light.
By which heroic Tam was able
To note upon the haly table,
A murderer's banes in gibbet airns ;
Twa span-lang, wee, unchristen’d bairns ;
A thief, new cutted frae a rape,
Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape ;
Five tomahawks, wi' blude red-rusted ;
Five scymitars, wi' murder crusted ;
A garter, which a babe had strangled ;
A knife, a father's throat had mangled,
Whom his ain son o' life bereft,
The grey hairs yet stack to the hefta
Wimair o' horrible and awfu',
Which ev'n to name wad be unlawfu'.

* As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious 7.
The piper loud and louder blew;
The dancers quick and quicker flew;
They el'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit,
'Till ilka carlin swat and reekit,
And coost her duddies to the wark,
And linket at it in her sark!

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