From whence, when the patch from its pane is un furled, We can spit with contempt on the rest of the world, Epigram, ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND. IF cares can quench the poet's fire, Sure if there lived a friendly swain, To please inclined, and kind to show it. Can words tell how my heart would leap, "Lives such a swain?"-he lives in you. "Spring returns, but youth no more.' LOUD roaring Winter now is o'er, And Spring returns with fragrance sweet; The bee sips nectar from each flower, And frisking lambs on hillocks bleat. The little birds chant on each bough, They sweep around on sportive wing. O How pleasant, now, abroad to rove, To view the fruit trees as they bloom; What painful cares harrass our breast, Yet still the weight increaseth more. To the Curious. AN ENIGMA. WHAT Samson embraced, when revenge for his eyes, Harsh-voiced as a native of Pluto's pale regions; That e'er she was formed to embitter enjoyment; The little emphatical main-spring of speech, Whose pleasure is toil, and whose ease is employment. Pick out the initials of each of their names, And his who destroyed, and then bowed down to Which done, a known title your notice then claims, (O) Verses to a Stationer, WITH AN EMPTY INK-GLASS. A PRESENT, perhaps, you'll conclude this to be, Yet, sma' though it seem, 'tis a manifest truth, And claughans, and mountains, maun start frae its And critics in mony a stern dozen. Then since sic a terrible squad's to be drawn, Sican thrangs o' corruption and evil; Let the liquor, guid sir, that you send ower the lawn, Epitaph on John Allan. While Wilson wrought in Lochwinnoch, he was much importuned by one of his shopmates to write him an epitaph. This individual had excelled in little except "daundering" upon the Sundays about the hedgerows and whin bushes in search of birds' nests. Wilson for a long time resisted the entreaties of his companion, for his best reason, that there was nothing in his character that could entitle him to a couplet; but being hard pressed, he burst forth with the following extemporaneous hit, which at once silenced the inquirer, and set his shopmates into a roar of laughter at his expense.- Sir W. Jardine's edition of the American Ornithology. BELOW this stane John Allan rests; An honest soul, though plain; He sought hale Sabbath days for nests, Connel and Flora, A SONG. DARK lowers the night o'er the wide stormy main, Alas! morn returns to revisit our shore; For see, on yon mountain, the dark cloud of death, Ye light fleeting spirits that glide o'er yon steep, Togmenae, A SONG. AIR-"Patie's Wedding." ON Hogmenae night, as ye'll hear, That reached frae ae end to the ither, There were Dempster, and Brodie, and Dott, A core o' as good hearty cocks As e'er spent a saxpence o' siller. O O At seven, the hour that was set, And syne for some porter we rappit. We might send for the roast beef and mutton. So Dempster, and Brodie, in Co., Like lamplighters ran to the baker's, And dowse, as a meeting of Quakers. The ne'er a ane then had the spavy; Wi' braw creeshie platefu's of gravy. Sic clashing of knives, plates, and forks, Now ilka ane, swelled like a drum, With roast beef, potatoes, and mutton, The banes a' thegither were got, And plates and a' cleared frae the table, And the landlord desired, by a vote, The board was now lifted awa', And round gaed a mutchkin o' brandy, |