Or faith! I'll wad my new pleugh-pettle, She'll teach you, wi' a reekin' whittle, 16 This while she's been in crankous mood, Play'd her that pliskie !) An' now she's like to rin red-wud 17 An' L—, if ance they pit her till 't, She'll tak the streets, An' rin her whittle to the hilt, I' th' first she meets! 18 For G-sake, sirs! then speak her fair, An' strive wi' a' your wit and lear 19 Yon ill-tongued tinkler Charlie Fox, An' send him to his dicing box An' sportin' lady. ''Militia:' a Militia Bill in 1782, when the country was threatened with invasion, was mangled by Rockingham, and lost. B 20 Tell yon guid bluid o' auld Boconnock's1 An' drink his health in auld Nanse Tinnock's' If he some scheme, like tea an' winnocks,3 21 Could he some commutation broach, Yon mixtie-maxtie queer hotch-potch, 22 Auld Scotland has a raucle tongue; Though by the neck she should be strung. 23 An' now, ye chosen five-and-forty, An' kick your place, Ye'll snap your fingers, poor an' hearty, 24 God bless your honours a' your days, Wi' sowps o' kail and brats o' claise, ''Boconnock:' the Earl of Chatham was the son of Robert Pitt of Boconnock, in Cornwall.-2 Nanse Tinnock :' a worthy old hostess of the author's in Mauchline, where he sometimes studies politics over a glass of guid auld Scotch drink.-B.- 'Tea an' winnocks: Pitt reduced the tax on tea, and laid one on windows, in 1784. - Coalition:' between Fox, North, and Burke. In spite o' a' the thievish kaes, That haunt St Jamie's! Your humble poet sings an' prays While Rab his name is. POSTSCRIPT. 25 Let half-starved slaves, in warmer skies, She eyes her freeborn, martial boys, 26 What though their Phoebus kinder warms, Or hounded forth, dishonour arms 27 Their gun's a burden on their shouther Till skelp-a shot-they're aff, a' throwther, 28 But bring a Scotsman frae his hill, Clap in his cheek a Highland gill, An' there's the foe, He has nae thought but how to kill 29 Nae cauld, faint-hearted doubtings tease him; His latest draught o' breathin' lea❜es him 30 Sages their solemn e'en may steek, In clime and season. But tell me whisky's name in Greek, 31 Scotland, my auld, respected mither! -Freedom and whisky gang thegither!- ་ THE HOLY FAIR.1 'A robe of sceming truth and trust And secret hung, with poison'd crust, The dirk of Defamation: A mask that like the gorget show'd And for a mantle large and broad, He wrapt him in Religion.' IIYPOCRISY à la mode: 1 UPON a simmer Sunday morn, When Nature's face is fair, Holy Fair' is a common phrase in the West of Scotland for a sacramental occasion.-B. I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff the caller air. The risin' sun owre Galston muirs, Fu' sweet that day. 2 As lightsomely I glowr'd abroad, Three hizzies, early at the road, The third, that gaed a wee a-back, Was in the fashion shining, Fu' gay that day. 3 The twa appear'd like sisters twin, The third cam up, hap-step-an'-lowp, An' wi' a curchie low did stoop, As soon as e'er she saw me, Fu' kind that day. 4 Wi' bonnet aff, quoth I, 'Sweet lass, But yet I canna name ye.' Quo' she, an' laughin' as she spak, |