son, and like him, delivered a poetic oration in the Pantheon at Edinburgh. Having embarked in some commercial speculations which failed-Picken, after enjoying comparative affluence and comfort for some time, was reduced to indigence and distress. He died in 1815 or 1816. We owe our thanks to the gentleman who furnished us with the substance of the above notices, and are only sorry that it is incompatible with our limits to insert the judicious reflections with which they were accompanied. Better use of them will be made hereafter. THE FIVE FRIENDS. A famous Scotish Sang. TUNE-We're a' noddin. Weel wha's in the bouroch, and what is your cheer? And we're a' noddin, nid nid noddin, We're a' noddin fou at e'en. There's our ain Jamie Clark frae the hall o' Argyle, There is Will the gude fallow, wha kills a' our care, There is blythe Jamie Barr frae St. Barchan's town, There is Rab frae the south, wi' his fiddle and his flute, And we're a' noddin, &c. Apollo, for our comfort, has furnish'd the bowl, Robert Tannakill. WHY UNITE TO BANISH CARE Air-Let us taste the sparkling wine, Why unite to banish Care? Far be hence the sordid elf Patriot heroes, doom'd to sigh, Come, the hoary-headed sage, The f-là-wing are those Fragments menti-nod in pages 40 and 41 of the Eonar My father wad hae me to marry the miller, That heightens their fancy to ony regard, The miller is crooket, the miller is crabbet, The laird, tho' he's wealthy, is lyart and lean, He's auld and he's cauld, and he's blin' and he's bald, And he's no for a lassie o' merry eighteen. O LADDIE, CAN YE LEAVE ME. O laddie, can ye leave me ! Alas, 'twill break this constant heart, Think on the tender vow you made And can ye now deceive me ! Is a' your love but art? COME HAME TO YOUR LINGALS. Come hame to your lingals, ye ne'er-do-weel loon, BRAVE LEWIE ROY WAS THE FLOW'R, &c. Brave Lewie Roy was the flow'r of our highlandmen, Tall as the oak on the lofty Benvoirluch, Fleet as the light-bounding tenants of Fillan-glen, Lone was his biding, the cave of his hiding, When forc'd to retire with our gallant Prince Charlie, Tho' manly and fearless, his bold heart was cheerless, Away from the lady he aye lov'd so dearly. I'LL LAY ME ON THE WINTRY LEE. I'll lay me on the wintry lee, And sleep amidst the wind and weet, And ere another's bride I be, O bring to me my winding sheet ! What can a hapless lassie do, When ilka friend wad prove her foe, FAITHLESS NANNIE. Full eighteen summers up life's brae, AND WAR YE AT DUNTOCHER BURN. And war ye at Duntocher burn, And how's my wifie and the bairns? This hedger wark's a weary trade, It doesna suit ava, man, Wi' lanely house, and lanely bed, THOU CAULD GLOOMY FEBERWAR. Thou cauld gloomy Feberwar, O gin thou wert awa', I'm wae to hear thy sughing winds, I'm wae to see thy snaw, For my bonnie brave young Highlander, The lad I lo'e sae dear, Has vow'd to come and see me, In the spring o' the year. O HOW COULD YE GANG SAE TO GRIEVE ME. O how can ye gang, lassie, how can ye gang, O how can ye gang sae to grieve me? Wi' your beauty and your art, ye hae broken my heart, For I never, never dreamt ye wad leave me ! MEG O' THE GLEN. Meg o' the glen set aff to the fair, Wi ruffles and ribbons, and meikle prepare, NOW MARION DRY YOUR TEARFU' E’E. O wow, gudeman, my heart is fain! DAVIE TULLOCH'S BONNIE KATY. Davie Tulloch's bonnie Katy, Davie's bonnie blythsome Katy, He socht her love, but gat her pity. Wi' trembling grip he squeez'd her hand, Aye he thought his gear and land Wad win the love o' bonnie Katy; Davie Tulloch's bonnie Katy, Davie's bonnie blythsome Katy, Aye she smil'd as Davie wil'd, Her smile was scorn, yet mixt wi' pity. KISSED YESTREEN. The lassies a' leugh, and the carlin flate, |