And drink his health in auld Nanse Tinnock's1 If he some scheme, like tea and winnocks,* 1 A worthy old hostess of the author's in Mauchline, where he sometimes studies politics over a glass of guid auld Scotch drink.-B. Nanse's story was different. On seeing the poem, she declared that the poet had never been but once or twice in her house. A portrait of Nanse was taken by Brooks in 1799, and has been engraved. 2 The young Chancellor of the Exchequer had gained some credit by a measure introduced in 1784 for preventing smuggling of tea by reducing the duty, the revenue being compensated by a tax on windows. What though their Phoebus kinder warms, Or hounded forth, dishonour arms Their gun's a burden on their shouther; Their bauldest thought's a hank'ring swither uncertainty Till skelp-a shot-they're aff, a'throwther, But bring a Scotchman frae his hill, He has nac thought but how to kill Nae cauld, faint-hearted doubtings tease him; And when he fa's, To the early part of 1786 may be referred a poem which seems to have attracted less attention than most others of the same degree of effort, but which, we think, presents a most pleasing strain of that benevolent feeling which Burns entertained towards the humbler animals. He here assumes a fictitious characterthat of an old farmer: THE AULD FARMER'S NEW-YEAR MORNING SALUTATION TO HIS AULD MARE MAGGIE, ON GIVING HER THE ACCUSTOMED RIPP OF CORN TO HANSEL IN THE NEW YEAR. handful A guid New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Thou could hae gaen like ony staggie Out-owre the lay. Though now thou's dowie, stiff, and crazy, A bonny gray: He should been tight that daur't to raize thee Thou ance was i' the foremost rank, And could hae flown out-owre a stank It's now some nine-and-twenty year, And fifty mark; Though it was sma', 'twas weel-won gear, When first I gaed to woo my Jenny, But hamely, tawie,' quiet, and cannie, That day ye pranced wi' muckle pride, 1 That allows itself peaceably to be handled. colt drooping excite firm-stately morass dowry strong mother mischievous engaging Though now ye dow but hoyte and hobble, can-limp And wintle like a saumont-coble, That day ye was a jinker noble, For heels and win'! And ran them till they a' did wauble Far, far behin'! twist runner reel When thou and I were young and skeigh, high-mettled tedious How thou would prance, and snore, and skreigh, The sma' droop-rumpl't, hunter cattle, Nae whip nor spur, but just a wattle Thou was a noble fittie-lan',2 As e'er in tug or tow was drawn! Aft thee and I, in aught hours' gaun, Hae turned sax rood beside our han' For days thegither. perhaps-race wheeze Thou never braindg't, and fetch't, and fliskit, raged-kicked And spread abreed thy weel-filled brisket Till spritty knowes wad rair't and risket, 1 A race at a marriage is called a broose, 2 The near horse of the hindmost pair in the plough. breast Till hillocks, where the earth was full of tough-rooted plants, would have given forth a cracking sound, and the clods gently fallen over.' "The tale of the Twa Dogs,' says Gilbert Burns, 'was composed after the resolution of publishing was nearly taken. Robert had a dog, which he called Luath, that was a great favourite. The dog had been killed by the wanton cruclty of some person the 1 Meaning all the four horses now working in my plough are thy progeny. 2 The eighth part of a bushel. |