Then I'll comply, and marry Pate,

And syne my cockernony

He's free to touzel air or late,

Where corn-riggs dre bonny.

[Exeunt omnes.

APPENDIX.

No. I.

MEMOIRS of the late DAVID ALLAN, Painter in Edinburgh; commonly called the Scots Hogarth.

As his history is unknown to his countrymen in general, it was thought proper to introduce, here, some account of the late DAVID ALLAN, who, with his pencil, has kept alive Allan Ramsay's characters, and preserved from change, or decay, their manners, furniture, and accommodations, with so much fidelity, and judgment. In farther illustrating his pastoral, whatever concerns this ingenious, and congenial artist, must excite a lively interest; and his admirable edition of it is frequently referred to in the preceding descriptions of its scenary, so intimately

In the Scots Magazine for November 1804, page 822, appeared this

"I would be obliged to any of your correspondents, through the medium of your Magazine, if they could furnish any memoirs of the late celebrated David Allan, the Scottish Hogarth: as I do not believe any account of him was ever published, any information regarding him would be an acquisition to your readers. I am, Sir, yours, &c.

EDINBURGH, Oct. 22. 1804. S

A. S."

An " ANSWER" to this "QUERY" appeared next month, in page 912; but it contains nothing, save the date of his death, with an enumeration of some of his paintings, and prints; a bad pun; and information, that," in the Life of Burns the Poet, there is frequent mention made of this ingenious artist, in the Letters of Burns and Thomson, that do him immortal honour." This is the only answer that has ever been obtained; and no account of him has at all appeared, excepting a very superficial one since, in 1805, in what is called the Biographia Scotica.

The following MEMOIRS are drawn up, chiefly, from the communications of his widow, now in Edinburgh; and of his brother James Allan, farmer at Hall near Denny in Stirlingshire, a son of his father by a second marriage.

DAVID ALLAN the painter, who likewise etched, and aquatinted, second son of David Allan shoremaster at Alloa, and Janet Gullan from Dunfermline, was born at Alloa on the 13th of February 1744.

In consequence of a fright she got, and the delicate state of her health, he was born in the sixth or seventh month of his mother's pregnancy, who died a few days afterwards; and no nurse could be found whom he could suck in the neighbourhood, owing to the smallness of his mouth. After some time at length a suitable one being heard of, the child, which was both little and weak, being wrapped up carefully, was laid in a basket among cotton, and sent by a man on horseback to be suckled by a woman who lived at the distance of some miles from Alloa. In consequence of a recent storm, the snow was lying very deep on the ground; the horse, entangled amongst it, stumbled, and both the man and his tender charge fell off. The infant was thrown out of the basket, and received so severe a cut on his head

The child was not expected to live; and from the circumstances attending his birth, together with his early misfortune, his arrival made some noise in the place, and excited an interest in his fate, not only in the village where the nurse resided, but throughout the whole country round it. Among those who came to see him, was a worthy lady in its vicinity, who had so much compassion for him, that, every day, when she rode out in her carriage an airing, she called at the nurse's house and took the infant along with her, till, by her particular care and attention, he was at last preserved.

After he was sent home from nursing, the maid who had the care of him, went with him in her arms, into a crowd, collected to see some experiments making with loaded cannons; when he, again, nearly lost his life, through her stupidity in running with him across the opening before the guns, at the time they went off.

The first essay of his genius for designing, was occasioned by his having got a burned foot, when a little boy, which confined him to the house. One day, at this time, his father said to him. "You idle little rogue! you are kept from school and doing nothing! Come! Here is a bit of chalk. Draw something with it on the floor." This trifling incident