They hoy't' out Will, wi' sair advice; 6 For some black, grousome carlin; 5 7 Aff's nieves that night. A wanton widow Leezie was, But och that night, amang the shaws, She through the whins, an' by the cairn, Whare three lairds' lands met at a burn,10 Was bent that night. Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays, 1 Urged. 13 Unseen that night. Amang the branchens,14 on the brae, The deil, or else an outler quey, 15 2 Promised. 3 Take an opportunity of going, unnoticed, to a bear-stack, and fathom it three times round. The last fathom of the last time you will eatch in your arms the appearance of your future conjugal yoke-fellow. -BURNS. Swore an oath. 9 Gorse. ♦ Knotty. ↑ Shreds. 5 Hideous old woman. 10 You go out, one or more, for this is a social spell to a south-running spring or rivulet, where "three lairds' lands meet," and dip your left shirt-sleeve. Go to bed in sight of a fire, and hang your wet sleeve before it to dry. Lie awake; and, some time near midnight, an apparition, having the exact figure of the grand object in question, will come and turn the sleeve, as if to dry the other side of it.-BURNS. 11 Cliff. 14 Fern. 12 Eddy. 13 Appeared and vanished. 16 Moan. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the hool; 1 Wi' a plunge that night. 2 In order, on the clean hearth-stane, Because he gat the toom 4-dish thrice, In wrath that night. Wi' merry sangs, an' friendly cracks, Their sports were cheap an' cheery: Syne, wi' a social glass o' strunt,8 They parted aff careerin' Fu' blithe that night. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. A DIRGE. WHEN chill November's surly blast I spied a man, whose aged step His face was furrowed o'er with years, 1 Burst its case. 2 Take three dishes; put clean water in one, foul water in another, leave the third empty: blindfold a person, and lead him to the hearth where the dishes are ranged; he (or she) dips the left hand; if by chance in the clean water, the future husband or wife will come to the bar of matrimony a maid; if in the foul, a widow; if in the empty dish, it foretells, with equal certainty, no marriage at all. It is repeated three times, and every time the arrangement of the dishes is altered.-BURNS. 1815. 4 Empty. 5 Sowens, with butter instead of milk to them, is always the Halloween supper.-BURNS. 6 Smoke. 7 Mouths. 8 Spirituous liquor. 66 Young stranger, whither wanderest thou? Began the reverend sage; "Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or youthful pleasure's rage? Or, haply, pressed with cares and woes, To wander forth, with me, to mourn "The sun that overhangs yon moors, "O man! while in thy early years, Which tenfold force gives Nature's law, "Look not alone on youthful prime, وو But see him on the edge of life, "A few seem favourites of fate, MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. And man, whose heaven-erected face Makes countless thousands mourn! "See yonder poor, o'erlaboured wight, "If I'm designed yon lordling's slave If not, why am I subject to Or why has man the will and power "Yet let not this too much, my son, The poor, oppressèd, honest man, Had there not been some recompense "O Death! the poor man's dearest friendThe kindest and the best! Welcome the hour my agèd limbs Are laid with thee at rest! The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow, From pomp and pleasure torn; But, oh! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn!" 39 ADDRESS TO THE DE'IL.1 O Prince! O Chief of many throned Powers, O THOU! whatever title suit thee, Closed under hatches, 2 MILTON. To scaud poor wretches! Hear me, auld Hangie, for a wee, E'en to a de'il, To skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me, An' hear us squeel! Great is thy power, an' great thy fame;* 5 An' though yon lowin heugh's thy hame, An' faith! thou's neither lag nor lame, 6 Whyles, ranging like a roarin' lion, Tirlin' the kirks; 8 Whyles in the human bosom pryin', Unseen thou lurks. 1 It was, I think, in the winter of 1784, as we were going with carts for coals for the family fire (and I could yet point out the particular spot), that Robert first repeated to me the "Address to the De'il." The curious idea of such an address was suggested to him by running over in his mind the many ludicrous accounts and representations we have from various quarters of this august personage.-GILBERT BURNS. 3 Brimston-dish. * Splashing violently. This verse ran originally thus: Lang syne in Eden's happy scene, My dearest part, A dancin', sweet, young, handsome quean, |