432 COLD WATER. "Tis sweet the nectar of the gods to quaff, The verdant turf is grateful to the feet, Before another century has fled, Water! thy virtues none will dare deny ; When thou in rain descendest from the sky. The workman, when his daily labour's done- The spigot turn-lie under-and be blest! No longer to the couch will idlers fly, While lackeys work away with all their might, No more will builders try their utmost skill, Economists will search in every street For friendly water-spouts supplied with rain; No more shall watering-pots their blessings shed Shall be refreshed by gently falling showers. Umbrellas, also, will be only known By specimens in old museums seen, And when 'tis read in history's faithful page, That pickpockets were pumped on, now and then, Our children will despise a foolish age, That so much honoured such unworthy men, HOMEOPATHIC SOUP. Then hail! all hail! to hydropathic skill, For nauseous drugs no use there soon will be; To view as things with which they can dispense. Physic to agriculture they'll apply, And write prescriptions for a sickly crop; In every farm, so modern savants say, 433 434 A KINTRA SCHULEMAISTER. Should you now desire A KINTRA SCHULEMAISTER'S FAREWEEL TAE THE FAREWEEL, my auld an' trusty frien', When ye were glossy, black, and sheen But at you noo ilk ane, I ween, Maun hae his fling. I've had you on at mony a rockin', Amid the thrang, But ilk ane laid aside his mopin' For dance an' sang. When first I wore you on my back, Or Rich, the banker; Na-even the Provost kindly spak, Withoot a hanker. A COUNTRY SCHOOLMASTER. I'm jist the same as I was then, That luckless coat, It gars my bosom heave an' sten When thinkin' o't. When baskin' 'neath Dame Fortune's rays, The wheel gaes roun', and then come faes, The Bailie gies a distant boo, Nae cracks wi' Rich the banker noo; But poortith may be noble too, By self-respect. If ance yer elbows are but clooted, By ane an' a', An' maybe on the causey hooted- 435 A COUNTRY SCHOOLMASTER. A TALE. A COUNTRY Schoolmaster, named Jonas Bell, In other words, he taught them how to spell, The little school-boys stood like fishes mute. Poor Jonas, though a patient man as Job, (Yet still, like Job, was sometimes heard to growl,) Was by a scholar's adamantine nob, Beyond all patience gravelled to the soul! 436 JOHN DAVIDSON. I question whether Jonas in the fish 'Twas thus-a lady who supported Bell, 66 M, I, L, K—and paused-"Well, sir, what's that?" Dost thou this birchen weapon see? JOHN DAVIDSON. JOHN DAVIDSON and Tib his wife, "Guidwife," quoth John, " did ye see that moose? "A moose ?"-" Ay, a moose.”—“ Na, na, guidman, It wasna a moose, 'twas a rat.' "I've seen mair mice than you, guidman- Sae haud yer tongue an' say nae mair— "Me haud my tongue for you, guidwife! I saw't as plain as e'en could see, |