On the old Tolbooth of Glasgow, (now pulled Hæc domus odit, amat, punit, conservat, honorat, In English thus: This house doth hate all wickedness, And good men it erects. Over the principal entrance into the old tower of In varld is nocht, hes brought yat sal lest ay, Sir Walter Scott of Branxholm, knight, Margaret Douglas.-1517. A stranger going into the church of Laming. ton, in the Upper Ward of Lanarkshire, one day in winter, wrote the following stanza on a pew: A cauld cauld kirk, an' in't but few, His sermon made us a' turn blue, But its be warm e'er I come back, A Paraphrase of the first four verses of Barbara Allen. Made on Lord D's regiment receiving orders to march from Maestrecht to Sas Van Ghent, in Dutch Flanders. By Sir Robert Murray Keith, afterwards British ambassador at the Court of Vienna. I. It fell about the month of June, Or in the month of July, That Jan de Back*, in the low country, II. A letter by the post he sent, With news that were right dreary, "Rise up, rise up, young men," he said, "Of the bad air be not afraid, "Take ay the t'ather chappin. "For dinna ye mind as well as me, "The lads that drank came off Scot free, * Dutch Secretary at War. A Paraphrase of the CXXXVIIth Psalm, made at Sas Van Ghent, when the Regiment was very sickly. By the same. I By Sas's sickly streams we sat, Our bagpipes hung neglected by, II. Now they wha brought us to this town, But surely we'd be sair to blame, III. Auld Reekie I did ne'er forget, For ony town that I have seen yet, Gin e'er I do, in time to come, IV. How happy would the Dutchmen be, If Britain was sunk in the sea! "Twould better their conditon. But let's gang on as we've begun, V. O then we'll gar them a' repent We'll pay them for their pains. We'll spare them neither young nor auld, In the year 1694, a number of sheep were stolen from the tenants of the Earl of Monteith, and it was suspected that they were driven to Strathfillen. Monteith writes thus to the Earl of Braidalbine :— And if your Lordship's men be clean, Braidalbine answers thus: My men I all convened have, And they do all deny. And if you say they've stole your sheep, EPIGRAM ON JAMES BOSWELL, ESQ., AND DR SAMUEL JOHNSON, BEING CONFINED TO THE ISLE OF SKY.. Two gems, the nation's greatest boast, And barren fields to cheer. She fearing that their gracious forms, ON AN EMINENT SECEDER USING THE PROVERB, "WORDS ARE BUT WIND." Zealot, if what you say be true, EPIGRAM WRITTEN ON THE WINDOW OF AN INN. Quid pluma levius? pulvis: Quid pulvere? Ventus: Quid venta? mulier: Quid muliere? nihil. What is lighter than a feather? |