The race may, after all, turn out Then, for a shadeless, empty; show, And, this delicious meat still more, I'd 'change, with it, a certainty, Now, as one bird in hand's, at least, Besides, we've races such as these, For the last time, you shall set out, For, our coarse mutton, for a year, : By Monday I'll have eat this up; And then I'll turn me south. On Sunday last 'twas we came here; The carline's head-the carline's loups- Shall ever be my toasts! Before that John had well begun This story long to tell, The beggars saw nor he'd divide, For, always, James, when levelling, They both had time enough to plan, As well as execute; For many a glass, and snuff, John took, Before that he got through't: So, like their fishwife friends in France, Since none would be so civil As give them all they sought, themselves, They'd take it, through the devil. Whilst loyal John his story told, Now, when the dealers raise, and look't, Their gills, and stories done, They found, with grief, when 'twas too late, Both price, and cow, were gone! Quoth John to James, what think you now? Or James got back to Edinburgh town, He'd got his fill of Sans Culottes, The requisitions that were made, At ance, opened baith his een; And sent him hame a wiser man, That day, frae CARLOPS GREEN. NO. VI. POPULAR POEMS, ON THE SCENARY OF THE GENTLE SHEPHERD, Connected with the Illustrations. The following lines, in the form of a letter, were sent into New-Hall House, by one of the servants, in summer 1802. VERSES, extempore, to Mr BROWN of New Hall. SIR, THIS will let you understand That Jamie Thomson is at hand. O'er frae Kinleith, in which he dwells, On t'ither side o' Pentland Hills. Nae ither business he has wi' ye, Sym's House; and Glaud's snug Onstead see; Now, if this favour ye will grant, Your humble servant JAMIE THOMSON. It is easy to see that this JAMES THOMSON has no resemblance to the celebrated poet of Ednam, but in name, and attachment to the muses. His forte is humour. He is a "canty callan," of the school of Allan; and is as eccentric, and droll, in his look, and manner, as in his genius. He is a common weaver at Kinleith, a hamlet, on a brow of the northern declivity of the Pentland Hills, between the waters of |