With pleasure in thy breast diffuses, Most anxiously I wish to know, How keeps thy much-loved Jean her health? I need na vaunt, perhaps spend giddy winding clothes But I'll sned besoms-thraw saugh woodies,' cut Lord, help me through this warld o' care! I'm weary sick o't late and air! Not but I hae a richer share Than monie ithers; But why should ae man better fare, Come, firm Resolve, take thou the van, Wha does the utmost that he can, Will whyles do mair. sometimes 1 Woodies-'two or three willow-twigs twisted together, used for binding the end of a broom or birch besom.'-Dr Jamieson. Burns, in short, avows his willingness to become a broom-maker, rather than allow his children to want. 2 The male hemp, that which bears the seed; 'Ye have a stalk o' carl-hemp in you,' is a Scotch proverb.-Kelly. But to conclude my silly rhyme To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime My compliments to Sister Beckie; As e'er tread clay! And gratefully, my guid auld cockie, I'm yours for aye. ROBERT BURNS. In this light strain-and yet it is a levity involving some very serious things-did Burns write (if our conclusions are correct) the day after he had given vent to the tragic strains To Mary in Heaven. Among Captain Riddel's visitors of this season, was Francis Grose-a broken-down English gentleman who, under the impulse of poverty, had been induced to exercise considerable literary and artistic talents for the benefit of the public. A large work on the Antiquities of England had been completed some years ago. He had also produced a treatise on Arms and Armour, another on Military Antiquities, and several minor works. The genius and social spirit of the man were scarcely more remarkable than his personal figure, which was ludicrously squat and obese. Grose having made an inroad into Scotland, for the purpose of sketching and chronicling its antiquities, Burns met him at Friars' Carse, and was greatly amused by his aspect and conversation. The comic Muse also caught at the antiquarian enthusiasm as a proper subject. The consequence was a poem 1 ON CAPTAIN GROSE'S PEREGRINATIONS THROUGH SCOTLAND, COLLECTING THE ANTIQUITIES OF THAT KINGDOM, Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, 2 If there's a hole in a' your coats, I rede you tent it: A chiel's amang you taking notes, And, faith, he'll prent it. warn Chuckie, a familiar term for a hen, transferred endearingly to a matron of the human species. 2 Maidenkirk is an inversion of the name of Kirkmaiden, in Wigtonshire, the most southerly parish in Scotland. If in your bounds ye chance to light And wow! he has an unco slight By some auld houlet-haunted biggin, It's ten to ane ye'll find him snug in Some eldritch part, plump owl-building unholy Wi' deils, they say, Lord save's! colleaguin' Ilk ghaist that haunts auld ha' or chaumer, Ye'll quake at his conjuring hammer, It's tauld he was a sodger bred, And ta'en the-Antiquarian trade, He has a fouth o' auld nick-nackets, And parritch-pats, and auld saut-backets, Of Eve's first fire he has a cinder; A broomstick o' the witch of Endor, Forbye, he'll shape you aff, fu' gleg, The knife that nicket Abel's craig, It was a faulding jocteleg,' Or lang-kail gully. 'Jocktaleg, a clasp-knife; Northumberland and Scotland. necromancy abundance quickly neck Probably from Jock of 6 Liege. Liege formerly supplied Scotland with cutlery.'-Grose's Provincial Glossary. The But wad ye see him in his glee, And port, O port! shine thou a wee, Now, by the powers o' verse and prose! They sair misca' thee; I'd take the rascal by the nose, Wad say, Shame fa' thee. Another of the facetice of this acquaintance was an EPITAPH ON CAPTAIN GROSE, THE CELEBRATED The Devil got notice that GROSE was a-dying, So whip! at the summons, old Satan came flying; But when he approached where poor FRANCIS lay moaning, I'll want 'im, ere I take such a damnable load.' Afterwards, when Grose had gone forward on his mission, Burns kept up a correspondence with him. Professor Stewart having intimated to the poet a desire to see Grose, the former sent the following letter to his antiquarian friend :— TO FRANCIS GROSE, ESQ., F. S. A. SIR-I believe among all our Scots literati you have not met with Professor Dugald Stewart, who fills the moral philosophy chair in the university of Edinburgh. To say that he is a man of the first parts, and, what is more, a man of the first worth, to a gentleman of your general acquaintance, and who so much enjoys the luxury of unencumbered freedom and undisturbed privacy, is etymology of this word remained unknown till not many years ago, that an old knife was found, having this inscription Jacques de Liege, the name of the cutler. Thus it is in exact analogy with Andrea di Ferrara.'-Lord Hailes. 'After he [James VI.] had gone to England, it is said he boasted to some of his courtiers that he would repeat a sentence which none of them could understand. Calling one of his stable-boys, he said to him: "Callan, hae there's threttie pennies; gae wa and buy me a jockteleg; and gin ye bide, I'll gang to the bougars o' the house, and tak a caber, and reestle your riggin wi't."'-Dr Jamieson. |