How mony lengthen'd, sage advices, And ay the ale was growing better: Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drowned himself amang the nappy! As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes winged their way wi' pleas ure: Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Nae man can tether time or tide; That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling show'rs rose on the blast; The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd; Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder bellow'd: That night, a child might understand, The Deil had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his gray mare, Meg, 1 frothing ale. 2 shoemaker. And past the birks3 and meikle stane, Where drunken Charlie brak's neckbane; And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, Where hunters fand the murdered bairn; And near the thorn, aboon the well, Whare Mungo's mither hanged hersel. Before him Doon pours all his floods; The doubling stormroars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk Alloway seemed in a bleeze; Thro'ilka bore the beams were glancing; And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! Fair play, he car'd na deils a boddle. Put life and mettle in their heels. 1 hurried. 2 smothered. 3 birches. 6 window-seat. A towzie1 tyke, black, grim, and large, 4 Till roof and rafters a' did dirl. The mirth and fun grew fast and furious: Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, Now Tam, O Tam, had thae been A' plump and strapping in their teens; Their sarks, instead o' creeshie 8 flannen, Been snaw-white seventeen-hunder linnen! 9 Thir 19 breeks o' mine, my only pair, That ance were plush, o' gude blue hair, I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies," For ae blink o' the bonnie burdies! But Tam kend what was what fu' There was ae winsome wench and walie, But here my muse her wing maun cour; Sic flights are far beyond her power; Till first ae caper, syne 5 anither, As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Ah, Tam! ah, Tam! thou'll get thy Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. JOHN Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent 4 But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; We've had wi' ane anither: 1 It is a well-known fact, that witches, or any evil spirits, have no power to follow a poor wight any farther than the middle of the next running stream. It may be proper likewise to mention to the benighted traveller, that when he falls in with bogles whatever danger may be in his going forward, there is much more hazard in turning back.-R. B. 2 deuce (fiend). 3 aim. 4 smooth. 1 by and by. 2 Although the "Cotter," in the Saturday Night, is an exact copy of my father in his manners, his family devotions, and exhortations, yet the other parts of the description do not apply to our family. None of us ever were " At service out amang the neebors roun'." Instead of our depositing our "sair-won penny-fee" with our parents, my father labored hard, and lived with the most rigid economy, that he might be able to keep his children at home. Gilbert Burns to Dr. Currie, Oct. 24, 1800. 3 attentively. 5 news. enquires. 6 makes. Their master's an' their mistress's command, The younkers a' are warned to obey; And mind their labors wi' an eydent1 hand, And ne'er, tho' out o' sight, to jauk 2 or play: "And oh! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night! Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, Implore His counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright!" But, hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the |