202 EPISTLE TO LAPRAIK. I've scarce heard ought described sae weel, They tauld me 'twas an auld kind chiel It pat me fidgin1 fain to hear't, That nane excell'd it, few cam near't, That, set him to a pint o' ale, Or rhymes an' sangs he'd made himsel, Or witty catches, Tween Inverness and Teviotdale, He had few matches. Then up I gat, an' swoor an aith, At some dyke-back, A pint an' gill I'd gie them baith To hear you crack. But, first an' foremost, I should tell, I to the crambo-jingle fell, Though rude an' rough, Yet crooning to a body's sel', Does weel encugh. I am na poet, in a sense, But just a rhymer, like, by chance, I Eager. 2 Enquired. EPISTLE TO LAPRAIK. An' ha'e to learning nae pretence, Yet, what the matter? Whene'er my Muse does on me glance, Your critic-folk may cock their nose, But, by your leave, my learned foes, What's a' your jargon o' your schools, What sairs your grammars? A set o' dull, conceited hashes, Confuse their brains in college classes! An' syne they think to climb Parnassus By dint o' Greek! Gie me a spark o' Nature's fire, That's a' the learning I desire; Then though I drudge through dub an' mire. At pleugh or cart, My Muse, though hamely in attire, May touch the heart. Oh, for a spunk o' Allan's glee, That would be lear eneugh for me, Blockheads. 203 3 Year-old cattle (bullock). Stone-breaking. 4 Allan Ramsay. 204 EPISTLE TO LAPRAIK. Now, sir, if ye ha'e friends enow, I'se no insist, But gif ye want ae friend that's true, I winna blaw about mysel'; As ill I like my fau'ts to tell; But friends, an' folk that wish me well, They sometimes roose1 me; Though I maun own, as monie still As far abuse me. But Mauchline race, or Mauchline fair, An' ha'e a swap o' rhymin' ware, Wi' ane anither. The four-gill chap, we'se gar3 him clatter, Syne we'll sit down an' tak' our whitter,+ To cheer our heart; An' faith, we'se be acquainted better Before we part. There's naething like the honest nappy "Tween morn and morn, As them wha like to taste the drappy 1 Praise. 2 4 Hearty draught of liquor. 6 Where will. Stoup. 3 Make. EPISTLE TO LAPRAIK. I've seen me dais't1 upon a time, Then back I rattle on the rhyme, As gleg's a whittle !3 Awa' ye selfish war'ly race, Wha think that havins, sense, and grace, I dinna like to see your face, Nor hear you crack.6 But ye whom social pleasure charms, "Each aid the others," Come to my bowl, come to my arms, My friends, my brothers! But, to conclude my lang epistle, Who am, most fervent, While I can either sing or whissle, Your friend and servant. 205 206 HALLOWEEN. HALLOWEEN.1 The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added, to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature, in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such should honour the Author with a perusal, to see the remains of it, among the more unenlightened in our own.-R. B. Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, The simple pleasures of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.-Goldsmith. UPON that night, when Fairies light On Cassilis Downans dance, To sport that night. Amang the bonnie, winding banks, 1 Halloween is thought to be a night when witches, devils, and other mischief making beings are all abroad on their baneful midnight errands; particularly those aerial people, the fairies, are said on that night to hold a grand anniversary.-R. B. 2 Certain little, romantic, rocky, green hills, in the neighbourhood of the ancient seat of the Earls of Cassilis.-R.B. 3 Fields. A noted cavern near Colean-honse, called the Cove of Colean; which, as well as Cassilis Downans, is famed in country story for being a favourite haunt of fairies.-R. B. 5 Meandering. The famous family of that name, the ancestors of Robert, the great deliverer of his country, were Earls of Carrick.-R. B. |