Or give the least offence or pain, Now, 'tis but just the legislature Shou'd either say that I'm a fauter, Or thole me to employ my bigging, Or of the burden ease my rigging, By ordering, frae the public fund, A sum to pay for what I'm bound Syne, for amends for what I've lost, Edge me into some canny post, With the good liking of our king, A. R. No. IV. A POEM by the Reverend Mr Bradfute, referred to in the Illustrations: From the Seventeenth Volume of the Statistical History, entitled A MORNING WALK At New Hall, in Mid-Lothian, The Seat of Robert Brown, Esq. Advocate. Written in 1784, By the Reverend Mr BRADFUTE, author of the Statistical Account of Dunsyre in Clydesdale; of an Essay on the Fisheries, in the Transactions of the Highland Society of Scotland; and the intimate friend of Sir James Clerk of Pennecuik. WAKED by the morning rays from fleeting dreams, I leave the couch inviting to repose, To trace the SCENES which Nature spreads around; To please the eye or animate the soul, With recollections drawn from ancient times. We enter first the Glen, adorned with trees, At bottom of the woods salute the ear; For as auld-fashioned as I look, "O heavens! I canna thole the clash I winna stay ae moment langer.” My Lord, please to command your anger; "What wad this insolent be at? Rot out your tongue-pray, Master Symmer, If you regard your reputation, Hence frae this beast let me be hurried, "Scarce had he shook his paughty crap, When in a customer did pap; He up douse Stanza lifts, and eyes him, Cries, "Gods! wha buys this bonny naithing? Now, Sir, to apply what we've invented, And, may your servant hope My lay shall merit your regard, And smile at ka fop. ODE to the Memory of Mrs FoRBES, the late Lady Nex Hall. Written in 1728. The same year in which his second quarto issued from the press with the Pastoral Comedy completed, and the first scene reprinted as part of the drama, having a Nose, by Ramsay, subjoined to it, informing his readers that he had, now, " carried the Pastoral the length of free acts at the desire of some persons of distinction." An life! thou short uncertain blaze, In prime of life and lovely glow, If outward charms, and temper sweet, For as auld-fashioned as I look, "O heavens! I canna thole the clash I winna stay ae moment langer." My Lord, please to command your anger ; Rot out your tongue-pray, Master Symmer, And us of a distinguished station, Hence frae this beast let me be hurried, For with his stour and stink I'm worried." "Scarce had he shook his paughty crap, When in a customer did pap; He up douse Stanza lifts, and eyes him, Turns o'er his leaves, admires, and buys him : "This book," said he, " is good and scarce, The saul of sense in sweetest verse." But reading title of gilt cleathing, Cries, "Gods! wha buys this bonny naithing? Now, Sir, to apply what we've invented, And, may your servant hope |