My goose-quill too rude is, to tell all your goodness TO MR. MITCHELL, Collector of Excise, Dumfries, 1796. FRIEND of the poet, tried and leal,1 Wi' a' his witches Are at it, skelpin'!' jig and reel, I modestly fu' fain3 wad hint it, It would be kind; And while my heart wi' life-blood dunted." So may the auld year gang out moaning Domestic peace To thee and thine; and comforts crowning POSTSCRIPT. Ye've heard this while how I've been licket, And sair me sheuk; But by guid luck I lap' a wicket, And turn'd a neuk.10 1 Stanch, faithful.-2 Tripping.—3 Very desirous.-4 The girl.- Beats.The place of milking. -7 Whole.-8 A jacket. - Leaped. -10 Corner. But by that health, I've got a share o't, Then farewell folly, hide and hair o't, TO A GENTLEMAN WHOM HE HAD OFFENDED THE friend whom wild from wisdom's way TO AN OLD SWEETHEART, After her marriage, with a present of a copy of his Poems.; ONCE fondly loved, and still remember'd dear, TO MISS LOGAN, With Beattie's Poems, as a New-Year's gift. JAN, 1, 1787. AGAIN the silent wheels of time 1 Health and welfare.-2 More cautious. And you tho' scarce in maiden prime, No gifts have I from Indian coasts I send you more than India boasts, Our sex with guile and faithless love TO A YOUNG LADY, Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries; with a present of books. TO A YOUNG LADY, With a present of songs. HERE, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives, Or pity's notes, in luxury of tears, As modest want the tale of woe reveals; While conscious virtue all the strain endears, And heaven-born piety her sanction seals. TO A LADY, With a present of a pair of drinking-glasses. FAIR empress of the Poet's soul, And fill them high with generous juice, And pledge me in the generous toast- "To those who love us!"-second fill! TO MISS CRUICKSHANKS, A very young lady, with a present of a book. Never may'st thou, lovely flower Never Boreas' hoary path, Never Eurus' pois'nous breath, Never baleful stellar lights, Taint thee with untimely blights! Never, never reptile thief Riot on thy virgin leaf! Nor even Sol too fiercely view Thy bosom blushing still with dew! May'st thou long, sweet crimson gem, Richly deck thy native stem; Till some evening, sober, calm, The loveliest form she e'er gave birth! TO A LADY, Whom the Author had often celebrated under the name of Chloris, with a present of a copy of his Poems. 'Tis Friendship's pledge, my young fair friend, Nor thou the gift refuse, Nor with unwilling ear attend The moralizing muse. Since thou, in all thy youth and charms, Must bid the world adieu, (A world 'gainst peace in constant arms) Since, thy gay morn of life o'ercast, Did nip a fairer flower :) Since life's gay scenes must charm no more, Still nobler wealth hast thou in store, Thine is the self-approving glow, The joys refined of sense and taste, |