The cruel powers reject the prayer Ye Heavens, how great is my despair, THERE'S NAETHIN LIKE THE HONEST NAPPY. THERE'S naethin like the honest nappy! Whaur'll ye e'er see men sae happy, Or women sonsie, saft an' sappy, "Tween morn an' morn, As them wha like to taste the drappie In glass or horn. I've seen me daez't upon a time; Then back I rattle on the rhyme As gleg's a whittle ! PROLOGUE, SPOKEN BY MR. WOODS, ON HIS BENEFIT NIGHT, WHEN by a generous public's kind acclaim, Poor is the task to please a barb'rous throng, Here holds her search, by heaven-taught Reason's beam; Here History paints with elegance and force, When well-form'd taste, and sparkling wit unite, O Thou, dread Power! whose empire-giving hand At Tyranny's, or direr Pleasure's chain; Bold may she brave grim Danger's loudest roar, Till Fate the curtain drop on worlds to be no more. NATURE'S LAW. A POEM HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO G. H. ESQ. Great nature spoke, observant man obeyed. LET other heroes boast their scars, The marks of sturt and strife: And other Poets sing of wars, POPE. The plagues of human life; Great Nature spoke, with air benign, 'Be fruitful and increase. "The liquid fire of strong desire 'I've pour'd it in each bosom ; 'Here, in this hand, does mankind stand, The Hero of these artless strains, Who sung his rhymes in Coila's plains With meikle mirth an' glee; Kind Nature's care had given his share, He felt the powerful, high behest, Propitious Powers screen'd the young flow'rs, From mildews of abortion ; And lo! the Bard, a great reward, Has got a double portion ! Auld, cantie Coil may count the day, As annual it returns, The third of Libra's equal sway, That gave another Burns, With future rhymes, an' other times, To emulate his sire; To sing auld Coil in nobler style Ye Powers of peace, and peaceful song, And bless auld Coila, large and long, Long may she stand to prop the land, THE CATS LIKE KITCHEN. THE cats like kitchen; The dogs like broo; The lasses like the lads weel, And th' auld wives too. CHORUS. And we're a' noddin, Nid, nid, noddin, We're a' noddin fou at e'en. TRAGIC FRAGMENT. ‘ALL devil as I am, a damned wretch, 'I view the helpless children of distress. I had been driven forth like you forlorn, 'The most detested, worthless wretch among you ! 'O injur❜d God! thy goodness has endow'd me 'With talents passing most of my compeers, 'Which I in just proportion have abus'd, 'As far surpassing other common villains, As Thou in natural parts hadst given me more,' |