A leffon fadly teaching to your cost, That Architecture's noble art is loft! The L-d be thankit that we've tint the gate o't! Gaunt, ghaftly, ghaift-alluring edifices, dreft, With order, fymmetry, or tafte unblest; Forms Forms might be worshipp'd on the bended knee, And still the second dread command be free, Their likeness is not found on earth, in air, or fea. Manfions that would difgrace the building tafte Of any mafon reptile, bird or beaft! Fit only for a doited Monkish race, Or frosty maids forfworn the dear embrace And foon may they expire, unbleft with refur rection ! AULD AULD BRIG. O YE, my dear-remember'd, ancient yealings, Were ye but here to fhare my wounded feel ings! Ye worthy Proveses, an' mony a Bailie, Wha meekly gae your burdies to the smiters ; And (what would now be ftrange) ye godly Writers: A'ye douce folk I've born aboon the broo, Were ye but here, what would ye fay or do! How would your fpirits groan in deep vexa tion, VOL. I. I Το To fee each melancholy alteration; And agonizing, eurfe the time and place Nae langer Rev'rend Men, their country's glory, In plain braid Scots hold forth a plain braid story! Nae langer thrifty Citizens, an' douce, Meet owre a pint, or in the Council-house; But ftaumrel, corky-headed, graceless Gen try, The herryment and ruin of the country; Men, three-parts made by Taylors and by Barbers, Wha waist your well-hain'd gear on d-d new Brigs and Harbours! NEW NEW BRIG. Now haud you there! for faith ye've faid enough, And muckle mair than you can mak to through. Nae mair the Council waddles down the street, Men wha grew wife priggin owre hops an' raifins, Or gather'd lib'ral views in Bonds and Seifins. I a If |