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Blood shall flow freely, but it shall be gore
Or, like the light dance which the wild-breeze
Which now its breath bears down, now tosses
high, (2.)-CHAP. iv.
Beats to the earth, or wafts to middle sky. No, sir,—I will not pledge-- I'm one of those
Such, and so varied, the precarious play Who think good wine needs neither bush nor preface Of fate with man, frail tenant of a day! To make it welcome. If you doubt my word,
Anonymous. Fill the quart-cup, and see if I will choke on't.
Necessity-thou best of peacemakers,
As well as surest prompter of invention-
This is some creature of the elements Ascasto. Can she not speak?
Most like your sea-gull. He can wheel and whistle
His screaming song, e'en when the storm is loudest
Of the wild wave-crest-slumber in the calm,
An arrant gull, with all this.
I fear the devil worst when gown and cassock,
Or, in the lack of them, old Calvin's cloak, (5.)–CHAP. XVII.
Conceals his cloven hoof.
(13.)-CHAP. xxxii. To Love's sweet sorrows.
'Tis the black ban-dog of our jail—Pray look on him, Old Play.
But at a wary distance-rouse him not
He bays not till he worries.
The Black Dog of Neugue.
(14.)-CHAP. XXXVIII. Like lass that woes a lover.
“ Speak not of niceness, when there's chance of Anonymous.
The captain said, as ladies writhed their neck (7.)-CHAP. XXII.
To see the dying dolphin flap the deck: He was a fellow in a peasant's garb;
“ If we go down, on us these gentry sup; Yet one could censure you a woodcock's carving, We dine upon them, if we haul them up. Like any courtier at the ordinary.
Wise men applaud us when we eat the eaters,
The Sea Voyage.
(15.)-CHAP. XL. Which glide and sigh, and sign, and move their lips, Contentions fierce, But make no sound; or, if they utter voice, Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause. 'Tis but a low and undistinguish'd moaning,
Albion. Which has nor word nor sense of utter'd sound.
He came amongst them like a new-raised spirit, (9.)-CHAP. xxv.
To speak of dreadful judgments that impend, The course of human life is changeful still
And of the wrath to come. As is the fickle wind and wandering rill;
Or brawlers with their swords—I'll trust to thee, When Princes meet, astrologers may mark it
For I ask only from thee words, not deeds. An ominous conjunction, full of boding,
The Devil hath met his Match. Like that of Mars with Saturn.
Nearest of blood should still be next in love; (8.)–CHAP. xxix.
And when I see these happy children playing, Thy time is not yet out-the devil thou servest
While William gathers flowers for Ellen's ringlets, Has not as yet deserted thee. He aids
And Ellen dresses flies for William's angle, The friends who drudge for him, as the blind man
I scarce can think, that in advancing life, Was aided by the guide, who lent his shoulder
Coldness, unkindness, interest, or suspicion,
Will e'er divide that unity so sacred,
Which Nature bound at birth.
(5.)—CHAP. XXIII. Our counsels waver like the unsteady bark,
Oh! you would be a vestal maid, I warrant,
The bride of Heaven-Come--we may shake your
For here I bring in hand a jolly suitor (10.)-CHAP. XXXI.
Hath ta'en degrees in the seven sciences
That ladies love best—He is young and noble, Hold fast thy truth, young soldier.—Gentle maiden,
Handsome and valiant, gay and rich, and liberal. Keep you your promise plight-leave age its subtle
The Nun. ties, And grey-hair'd policy its maze of falsehood;
It comes_it wrings me in my parting hour,
The long-hid crime—the well-disguised guilt.
His diet roo acid, his temper too sour,
Little Ritson came out with his two volumes more.
But one volume, my friends, one volume more,
We'll dine on roast-beef and print one volume 1823.
The stout Gothic yedirur, next on the roll, Assist me, ye friends of Old Books and Old Wine,
With his beard like a brush and as black as a coal; To sing in the praises of sage Bannatyne,
And honest Greysteel that was true to the core, Who left such a treasure of old Scottish lore
Lent their hearts and their hands each to one volume As enables each age to print one volume more. One volume more, my friends, one volume more,
One volume more, &c.
Since by these single champions what wonders were And first, Allan Ramsay, was eager to glean
done, From Bannatyne's Hortus his bright Evergreen;
What may not be achieved by our Thirty and One ? Two light little volumes (intended for four)
Law, Gospel, and Commeroe, we count in our corps, Still leave us the task to print one volume more. One volume more, &c.
And the Trade and the Press join for one volume more.
One volume more, &c.
Ancient libels and contraband books, I assure ye,
I How much he left out, or how much he put in;
We'll print as secure from Exchequer or Jury; The truth of the reading he thought was a bore,
Then hear your Committee and let them count o'er So this accurate age calls for one volume more.
The Chiels they intend in their three volumes more.
Three volumes more, &c.
They'll produce you King Jamie, the sapient and Sext, And weigh'd every letter in critical scales, But left out some brief words, which the prudish ab- And the Rob of Dumblane and her Bishops comenext;
Oro tome miscellaneous they'll add to your store, hor,
Resolving next year to print four volumes more. And castrated Banny in one volume more.
Four volumes more, my friends, four volumes One volume more, my friends, one volume more;
more; We'll restore Banny's manhood in one volume
Pay down your subscriptions for four volumes
This club was instituted in the year 1822, for the publica I can't call that worthy so candid as learn'd;
tion or reprint of rare and curious works connected with the He rail'd at the plaid and blasphemed the claymore, history and antiquities of Scotland. It consisted, at first, of
a very few members,-gradually extended to one hundred, And set Scots by the ears in his one volume more.
at which number it has now made a final pause. They asOne volume more, my friends, one volume more,
sume the name of the Bannatyne Club from George BannaCelt and Goth shall be pleased with one volume tyne, of whom little is known beyond that prodigious effort more.
which produced his present honours, and is, perhaps, one of the most singular instances of its kind which the literature of
any country exhibits. His labours as an amanuensis were VI.
undertaken during the time of pestilence, in 1568. The dread As bitter as gall, and as sharp as a razor,
of infection had induced him to retire into solitude, and unAnd feeding on herbs as a Nebuchadnezzar
der such circumstances he had the energy to form aud exe
Sir Walter Scott was the first President of the Club, and of Pinkerton, Ritson, and Herd, &c. in the Introductory Rewrote these verses for the anniversary dinner of March, 1823. marks on Popular Poetry, ante, p. 537, et seq. -See Life, vol. vii., p. 137.
4 James Sibbald, editor of Scottish Poetry, &c. "The Yedi.
tur," was the name given him by the late Lord Eldin, then 9 In accordance with his own regimen, Mr. Ritson publish- Mr. John Clerk, advocate. The description of him here is ed & volume entitled, “ An Essay on Abstinence from Ani- very accurate, mal Food as a Moral Daty. 1802."
6 David Herd, editor of Songs and Historical Ballads. 2
vols. He was called Greysteel by his intimates, from having See an account of the Metrical Antiquarian Researches been long in unsuccessful quest of the romance of that name
cute the plan of saving the literature of the whole nation : You, perhaps, may observe that one Lionel Berguer. and, undisturbed by the general mourning for the dead, and In defence of our blunder appears a stout arguer: general fears of the living, to devote himself to the task of But at length I have settled, I hope, all these collecting and recording the triumphs of human genius in the poetry of his age and country;-thus, amid the wreck of all
clatters, that was mortal, employing his elf in preserving the lays by By a rout the papers—fine place for such matters, which immortality is at once given to others, and obtained for I have, therefore, to make it for once my command, the writer himself. He informs us of some of the numerous
sir, difficulties he had to contend with in this self-imposed task. That my gudeson shall leave the whole thing in my The volume containing his labours, deposited in the Library of the Faculty of Advocates at Edinburgh, is no less than
hand, sir, eight hundred pages in length, and very neatly and closely And by no means accomplish what James says you written, containing nearly all the ancient poetry of Scotland threaten, now known to exist.
Some banter in Blackwood to claim your dog-Latin. This Caledonian association, which boasts several names of I have various reasons of weight, on my word, sir, distinction, both from rank and talent, has assumed rather a broader foundation than the parent society, the Roxburghe For pronouncing a step of this sort were absurd, sir.Club in London. which, in its plan, being restricted to the Firstly, erudite sir, 'twas against your advising reprinting of single tracts, each executed at the expense of I adopted the lines this monstrosity lies in; an individual member, it follows as almost a necessary conse- For you modestly hinted my English translation quence, that no volume of considerable size has emanated from it, and its range has been thus far limited in point of Would become better far such a dignified station. utility. The Bannatyne, holding the same system with respect Second-how, in God's name, would my bacon be to the ordinary species of club reprints, levies, moreover, a saved, fund among its members of about L.500 a-year, expressly to By not having writ what I clearly engraved ? be applied for the editing and printing of works of acknow
On the contrary, I, on the whole, think it better ledged importance, and likely to be attended with expense To be whipped as the thief, than his lousy resetter. beyond the reasonable bounds of an individual's contribution. In this way either a member of the Club, or a compe- Thirdly-don't you perceive that I don't care a boddle tent person under its patronage, superintends a particular Although fifty false metres were flung at my noddie, volume, or set of volumes. Upon these occasions, a very mo- For my back is as broad and as hard as Benlomon's, derate number of copies are thrown off for general sale; and And I treat as I please both the Greeks and the Rothose belonging to the Club are only distinguished from the
mans; others by being printed on the paper, and ornamented with the decorations, peculiar to the Society. In this way several Whereas the said heathens might rather look serious useful and eminently valuable works have recently been At a kick on their drum from the scribe of Valerius. given to the public for the first time, or at least with a degree And, fourthly and lastly—it is my good pleasure of accuracy and authenticity which they had never before To remain the sole source of that murderous measure. attained.- Abridged from the Quarterly Review-ART. Pit-So stet pro ratione voluntas—be tractile, cairn's Ancient Criminal Trials. February, 1831.
Invade not, I say, my own dear little dactyl;
My own pye-house daughter's good prog to devour, sir.
throttle, ON THE COMPOSITION OF MAIDA'S EPITAPH.
And we'll soothe Priscian's spleen with a canny third
A fig for ail dactyls, a fig for all spondees,
A fig for dry thrapples, south, north, east, and west, “ Maidæ Marmorea dormis sub imagine Maida!
sir, Ad januam domini sit tibi terra levis."
Speates and raxes? ere five for a famishing guest, sir; See Life of Scott, vol. vii., pp. 275-281.
And as Fatsman and I have some topics for haver “DEAR JOHN,—I some time ago wrote to inform his he'll Fat worship of jaces, misprinted for dormis;
Be invited, I hope, to meet me and Dame Peveril, But that several Southrons assured me the januam Upon whom, to say nothing of Oury and Anne, you a Was a twitch to both ears of Ass Priscian's cranium. Dog shall be deemed if you fasten your Janua.
1 There is an excellent story (but too long for quotation) in forth 200 armed horsemen, whose appearance on the moors the Memoire of the Somervilles (vol. i. p. 240) about an old Lord greatly alarmed Lord Somerville and his guest, who happened of that family, who, when he wished preparations to be made to be no less a person than King James III.-See Scott's for high feasting at his Castle of Cowthally, used to send on a Miscellaneous Prose, vol. xxii. p. 312. billet inscribed with this laconic phrase, “ Speates and raxes," 2 Fatsman was one of Mr. James Ballantyne's many aliases. i. e. spits and ranges. Upon one occasion, Lady Somerville Another (to which Constable mostly adhered) was Mr. (being newly married, and not yet skilled in her husband's “ Basketfill "-an allusion to the celebrated printer Basker. hieroglyphics) read the mandates as spears and jacks, and sent ville.