But Scot with Scot ne'er met so hot,

Or were more in fury seen, sir,

Than 'twixt Hal1 and Bob 2 for the famous job-
Who should be Faculty's Dean, sir.

2 This Hal for genius, wit, and lore,
Among the first was number'd;
But pious Bob, 'mid learning's store,
Commandment tenth remember'd.
Yet simple Bob the victory got,
And wan his heart's desire ;

Which shows that Heaven can boil the pot,
Though the Devil p- in the fire.

3 Squire Hal besides had in this case.
Pretensions rather brassy,

For talents to deserve a place
Are qualifications saucy;
So their worships of the Faculty,

Quite sick of merit's rudeness,

Chose one who should owe it all, d'ye see,
To their gratis grace and goodness.

4 As once on Pisgah purged was the sight
Of a son of Circumcision,

So may be, on this Pisgah height,

Bob's purblind mental vision:
Nay, Bobby's mouth may be open'd yet

Till for eloquence you hail him,
And swear he has the Angel met

That met the ass of Balaam.

5 In your heretic sins may you live and die, Ye heretic Eight-and-thirty,

''Hal:' the Hon. Henry Erskine.- Bob :' Robert Blair of Aventon.

But accept, ye sublime majority,

My congratulations hearty.

With your Honours and a certain King
In your servants this is striking,
The more incapacity they bring,

The more they're to your liking.

EXTEMPORE IN THE COURT OF SESSION.

TUNE- Killiecrankie.'

LORD ADVOCATE.

He clench'd his pamphlets in his fist,

He quoted and he hinted,
Till in a declamation-mist,

His argument he tint it:

He gaped for 't, he graipèd for 't,
He fand it was awa', man;

But what his common sense came short,
He eked it out wi' law, man.

MR ERSKINE.

Collected, Harry stood a wee,

Then open'd out his arm, man:
His lordship sat wi' ruefu' e'e,

And eyed the gathering storm, man;
Like wind-driven hail, it did assail,
Or torrents owre a linn, man;
The Bench sae wise lift up their eyes,
Half-wauken'd wi' the din, man.

ADDRESS TO GENERAL DUMOURIER.

A PARODY ON ROBIN ADAIR.'

1 YOU'RE welcome to despots, Dumourier; You're welcome to despots, Dumourier. How does Dampiere do?

Ay, and Beurnonville too?

Why did they not come along with you, Dumourier?

2 I will fight France with you, Dumourier;

I will fight France with you, Dumourier;
I will fight France with you,

I will take my chance with you;

By my soul, I'll dance a dance with you, Dumourier.

3 Then let us fight about, Dumourier;

Then let us fight about, Dumourier;

Then let us fight about,

Till freedom's spark is out,

Then we'll be d-, no doubt, Dumourier.

ELECTION BALLADS.

BALLAD I.-THE FIVE CARLINES.

1 THERE were five carlines in the south,
They fell upon a scheme,

To send a lad to Lon'on town,
To bring them tidings hame.

2 Nor only bring them tidings hame,
But do their errands there,

And aiblins gowd and honour baith
Might be that laddie's share.

3 There was Maggy by the banks o' Nith,1
A dame wi' pride eneugh,

And Marjory o' the Mony Lochs,2
A carline auld and teugh.

4 And Blinkin' Bess o' Annandale,3
That dwelt near Solwayside,

And Whisky Jean, that took her gill,
In Galloway sae wide.

5 And Black Joan, frae Crichton Peel,
O' gipsy kith and kin-

Five wighter carlines werna foun'
The south countrie within.

6 To send a lad to Lon'on town,
They met upon a day,

And mony a knight, and mony a laird,
Their errand fain would gae.

7 Oh, mony a knight and mony a laird,
This errand fain wad gae;

But nae ane could their fancy please,
Oh, ne'er a ane but twae.

8 The first he was a belted knight,"
Bred o'a Border clan,

And he would gae to Lon'on town,
Might nae man him withstan'.

9 And he wad do their errands well,
And meikle he wad say,

Annan.-Galloway: Kirkcudbright.—Crichton Peel:' Sanquhar.—

''Nith:' Dumfries.-2 Mony Lochs:

And ilka ane at Lon'on court,
Would bid to him guid-day.

10 Then next came in a sodger youth,
And spak wi' modest grace,
And he wad gae to Lon'on town,
If sae their pleasure was.

11 He wadna hecht them courtly gifts,
Nor meikle speech pretend,
But he wad hecht an honest heart,
Wad ne'er desert a friend.

12 Now, wham to choose, and wham refuse,
At strife thir carlines fell;

For some had gentle folks to please,
And some would please themsel'.

13 Then out spak mim-mou'd Meg o' Nith,
And she spak up wi' pride,

And she wad send the sodger youth,
Whatever might betide.

14 For the auld guidman o' Lon'on court 2
She didna care a pin ;

But she wad send the sodger youth
To greet his eldest son.3

15 Then up sprang Bess o' Annandale,
And a deadly aith she's ta’en,
That she wad vote the Border Knight,
Though she should vote her lane.

16 For far-aff fowls hae feathers fair,
And fools o' change are fain;

1 'Sodger youth: Major Miller. 2Lon'on court: George III. Eldest son: ' the Prince of Wales.

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