the passionateness of youth. His range of subjects is narrowed by the narrow space of a career which began at twenty-one and was finished at twenty-four. He had a keen enjoyment of city life, with its clubs for a little dissipation, and its bailies and its 'black banditti' for a constant occasion of laughter. Still more keen on his part was that enjoyment of the country, the pleasures of which he seldom tasted except in imagination, but which supplies the inspiration of some of his most touching verses, as well as of some of his admirable mock heroics. We alternate in his verse between these two sets of themes, and in his treatment of both we meet with the same vein of pure pathos, and its almost unfailing accompaniment of genuine humour. JOHN SERVICE. THE DAFT DAYS. [Corresponding in Scotland to Christmas holidays in England.] Now mirk' December's dowie face 3 Glowrs owr the rigs wi' sour grimace, Wi' blinkin light and stealing pace, From naked groves nae birdie sings; 4 And dwyning Nature droops her wings, Mankind but scanty pleasure glean Sends drift owr a' his bleak domain, And guides the weir3. 7 Auld Reikie! thou 'rt the canty hole, 8 9 A bield for mony caldrife soul, Baith warm and couth 10 When merry Yule-day comes, I trow, 12 And kickshaws, strangers to our view, ; •Edinburgh. 11 wooden goblet. 'brewer. Ye browster' wives! now busk ye bra, Mair precious than the Well of Spa, Then, tho' at odds wi' a' the warl', As lang's there's pith into the barrel Fiddlers! your pins in temper fix, 5 But banish vile Italian tricks From out your quorum, Nor fortes wi' pianos mix Gie's Tullochgorum®. For nought can cheer the heart sae weel As can a canty Highland reel; It even vivifies the heel To skip and dance: Lifeless is he wha canna feel Its influence. Let mirth abound; let social cheer Nor envy, wi' sarcastic sneer, Our bliss destroy. And thou, great god of aqua vitæ! Wha sways the empire of this city- To hedge us frae that black banditti, 'jorum. The City Guard. foaming. pegs. 7 rosin. 'Printed four years before Skinner's 'Tullochgorum' (p. 491). ' ill-tempered BRAID CLAITH. Ye wha are fain to hae your name To laurel'd wreath, But hap1 ye weel, baith back and wame, 4 He that some ells o' this may fa', 8 Whan bienly clad wi' shell fu' braw O' gude Braid Claith. Waesuck for him wha has nae fek o't! 11 For he's a gowk 10 they're sure to geck at, While he draws breath, Till his four quarters are bedeckit On Sabbath-days the barber spark, Gangs trigly, faith! Or to the Meadow or the Park, In gude Braid Claith. Weel might ye trow, to see them there, 14 Wud be right laith 15 When pacing wi' a gawsy air 1 16 In gude Braid Claith. If ony mettled stirrah1 grien' His body in a scabbard clean O' gude Braid Claith. For gin he comes wi' coat thread-bare, 4 A feg for him she winna care, But crook her bony mou' fu' sair, An' scald him baith. Wooers shou'd ay their travel" spare Braid Claith lends fouk an unco heese? For little skaith": In short, you may be what you please For thof ye had as wise a snout on, Till they cou'd see ye wi' a suit on FROM CALLER WATER.' Whan father Adie' first pat spade in Nor did he thole 13 his wife's upbraidin' 'Langsyne in Eden's bonny yard.'-Burns' Address to the Deil. 12 cupboard. |