agreed upon a napplication for a like purpose; which I am empowered to transmit you by the conveyance commonly called by the profane, the Post. For I do not find there is any gospel name for it. If it seemeth good in your eyes, after communing with your heart in prayer, it would be a furtherance of this Godly work, if you would get printed in the great city a sufficient number of this Petition, and order one to be delivered to every Member of the House, on the great day of grace, whereon the Reverend Ministers are to present their Petition, it might, with Divine assistance, very much forward so good a work, and might be the cause, that both of them may meet with the same success, which I am sure both of them equally deserve.

Now, worthy and honourable Sir, if you will be the instrument of the Lord in this holy undertaking, I do hereby promise you in my own name, and in that of all my brethren, that he amongst us, whom the Lord will bless with the comfortable task of doing you the last service in our power, shall do it so carefully, that you never shall find reason to complain of.

I am,

HONOURED AND WORTHY SIR,

Your Friend and Servant in the Lord,

ZOROBABEL M'GILCHRIST,

Bellman of Buckhaven.

CURIOUS ENUMERATION

OF

SCOTCH SONGS.

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TO SANDY O'ER THE LEE.

DEAR SANDY,

After getting some Cauld kail in Aberdeen, with John Roy Stewart, I accompained him to The house below the hill, where Green grows the rashes, and where two or three of The merry lads of Air, were taking their Bottle of punch, having lately come from Don-side, the landlord was Johnny M'Gill, you know he married the Souter's daugh ter; she gave us a hearty welcome, for Blythe was she but an' ben, and when she came ben she bobbit, and introduced us to Maggy Lauder, Mary Gray, &c. &c. not forgetting the Bonny wee thing: they were all waiting the arrival of Lucy Campbell from Within a mile of Edinbro,' for you must know Lucy is to be married to the Ranting roaring Highlandman. So down we sat to Cakes and ale, and were very happy, when up flew the door, and in started a Soldier laddie: I thought it had been Johnny Cummin', but na faith, says Peggy Bawn,

that's John Anderson my jo, from Bonny Dundee, for He wou'd be a soldier. Most of us knowing John, we invited him to a seat; he took out his fiddle, and was beginning to touch The bush aboon Traquair, but was stopped by Duncan Gray, who begged he would first favour us with God save the King; hang the King, says Charlie Stewart, who was immediately knocked down by Jack the brisk young drummer, who is a Bonny bold soldier. We all thought that Lewie Gordon would have interfered, who was standing in a neuk whistling Johnny Cope, when in came the Wandering sailor, singing Hearts of oak, with Black eyed Susan in one hand, and The oak stick in the other; and poor Lewie did not like A that an' a' that, but slunk away as pale as Hosier's ghost. Duncan Davidson was beginning to cry, Kick the rogues out, when in the midst of the scuffle we had notice by Roy's wife of Aldivalloch of the arrival of the young couple from Wauking o' the fauld; then the cry was Busk ye, busk ye, Fy let us a' to the bridal. By this you will understand, that Johnny's made a wedding o't. We just going, when Jenny Nettles hinted that the Ale wife and her barrel must be paid, on which we bid The good wife count her lawin. So each of us had a Saxpence under our thumb, and Jenny's Barbee made up the sum. On coming to The back of the change-house, where the wedding was held, near the Mill, mill, O, we were met by The lads of Dunse gallanting The lasses of Stewarton. The best man was Rattling roaring Willie, and I assure you Willie is a wanton wag.-The best maid was Ka

e were

therine Ogie, who is the Bonniest lass in a' the warld, except My jo Janet. Our dinner consisted of The Roast beef of Old England, Lumps of pudding, The haggis of Dunbar, Bannocks of barely meal, &c. &c.; as for myself, There were three eggs in the pan, and after dinner, we had Dribbles of Brandy; the whole cry was Fill the stoup an' had it clinking, and by no means Drink hooly an' fairly: then Come gie's a sang the lady cried, so Patie came up frae the glen, and Whistled o'er the lave o't, and sung Maggy's tocher. O if you had seen Auld Rob Morris laughing at the Auld wife ayont the fire, singing O as I was kisst the streen. We were now growing Sae merry as we twa ha'e been, and some of them began to Trip upon trenchers. So the dancing commenced, The bride cam' in frae the byre, and led down with one of the Braw lads of Gala water, to the tune of The Campbells are coming. The glancing of her apron, Silken snood, and the Gowd in her garters, made my heart Gae pitty patty. I danced a reel with the Maid of the mill and the Shepherd's Wife, to the tune I'll make you be fain. Andrew wi' his cutty gun, was at Kiss me sweetly, with Bess the gawkie, whistling all the while, Come kiss me in a corner. In short, we all danced heartly, but I observed Jenny dang the weaver, and Scoffed and scorn'd at him, saying O gin ye were ane and twenty, Tam. After this we had a Good night and joy; I came Todlin hame, Not drunk nor yet sober, and expected A bonny wee house and a canty wee fire, but I could not Open the door till three, nor waken Sleepy Maggy. At last

My ain kind dearie heard me, and She rose and let me in. By this time I was a sleepy body, and got to bed by the light of The bonny grey-eyed morn.

THURSDAY, in the Morn.

Yours,

WILLIE WINKIE.

THE 137th PSALM,

PARODIED BY DR PITCAIRNE.

[From a copy in the hand-writing of the late Geo. Paton, Esq.

At Athol's feet we sat and wept,
When Bothwell we thought on,
And Pentland Hills, which formerly
We mustered upon.

For there a song required they,
A song of our salvation;

But deil a song had we to sing,

But the Oath of Abjuration.

Note.-Toleration and Abjuration imposed on the Kirk, 1712. Harley, Earl of Oxford'smi nistry. Duke of Athol High Commissioner to the next General Assembly.