Will hap some deacons in a truff, Inrow'd in the lang leet 1 O' death yon night. ΤΟ THE PRINCIPAL AND PROFESSORS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF ST. ANDREWS, ON THEIR SUPERB TREAT TO DR. SAMUEL JOHNSON. [Boswell, in his 'Tour to the Hebrides,' records this 'superb treat,' so genially 'flyted' about by Fergusson. "The Professors entertained us with a very good dinner. Present: Murison, Shaw, Cook, Hill, Haddo, Watson, Flint, Brown.-Sub Thursday, 19th August [1773].”] ST. ANDREWS town may look right gawsy, Nae grass will grow upo' her cawsey, 'Bout him you've made an unco noise; An' a' things nicely set in order, Wad kep him on the Fifan border; 1 In the business, says Robert Chambers, of an Edinburgh municipal election, according to the old mode, a large list of eligible persons first presented by the trades, that the magistrates might shorten it, was called the lang leet. When abridged, it was called the short leet. The word is from the French élite, choice persons. Death's endless list is here, with happy humour, called his lang leet. 2 A well-known river near St. Andrews. I'se warrant now frae France an' Spain, But hear me lads! gin I'd been there, To cow an' horse, an' sican beast, While in Scots ground this growth was common To gust the gab o' man and woman. Tak tent, ye Regents! then, an' hear My list o' gudely hameil gear, O' blyther fallows mony time: 1 This is literally surly Sam's' definition: but it was literally the common opinion of our fatherland. Scotland owes much to Burns and Scott for disabusing the English mind of its errant notions concerning us: yet still it is astonishing the ignorance that prevails, In all Scottish viewstown or landscape-the 'kilt' figures, and we have seen a picture of Burns and his Highland Mary, in which the immortal ploughman is 'full displayed' in a gorgeous Royal Stuart tartan, and Mary, of course, with an ample, dazzling-coloured plaid. The opprobrious definition was silently suppressed. It was retained, however, in the folios of Fergusson's time. Fourth edition, 1773. Imprimis, then, a haggis fat, Weel tottled in a seything pat, Secundo, then a gude sheep's head An' learn, that maugre o' his wame, Ill bairns are ay best heard at hame. Has gi'en you dishes ane or mae, That wad ha' gard his grinders play, Not to Roast Beef,2 old England's life, 1 See Polemo Middinia' in the original, or in the recent effective and broadly humorous rendering of it by the late lamented Professor Tennant of St. Andrews. 2 Alluding to two tunes under these titles.-F. Than neist whan Samy's heart was faintin, When cog Wha thro' the week, till Sunday's speal, Or, like a torch at baith ends burning, Is there nae ither subject rife To clap your thumb upon but Fife? Gi'e o'er, young man, you'll meet your corning, Come on, ye blades! but ere ye tulzie, 1 The poet refers to a 'duel-challenge,' which was addressed to him by a chivalric gentleman in Dunfermline, who was highly offended with the closing reflections in the 'Expedition to Fife,' which see. Fergusson, however, had admirers in Fife, for in a copy of verses which were sent to the publisher of the Weekly Magazine' from Fife, it is said, "In Fife, troth, ilka body's keen To see his verse: Faith you may greet wi' baith your e'en When Rob grows hearse." Vol. L. p. 16. Ne'er shaw your teeth, nor look like stink, What weets the wizen an' the wyme, Will mend your prose and heal my rhyme. ELEGY ON JOHN HOGG, LATE PORTER TO THE UNIVERSITY OF ST. ANDREWS. [John was a great favourite with the students. He was what is generally signified in Scotland by a "bien body," being proprietor of a park of land lying on the south-west of St. Andrews, betwixt the Mill Lead and Nether Burn, which now belongs to Mr. David Anderson, Farmer. It is a pretty little spot. He had likewise an acre of land on the other side of the Burn:' and some house property in North Street, St. Andrews. John must have been somewhat parsimonious in his way, for it is told of him 'among the old people in St. Andrews still,' that his wife, "his winsome Kate," was anxious on a time to get a 'black silk cap' [bonnet], but John said, “Na, what mair would the regents' wives hae?" meaning the Professors, who were then called regents. Mrs. Hogg, it would appear, was rather inclined "to be the ledy," and often urged John to allow her tea, which was not every one's beverage then, but John indulged her seldom, and when that outlay was made, he pinched her in the article of white bread, keeping her strictly to the bannocks or oat cakes. John [alas!] has no head-stone. His "dowy widow," whose name was Catharine Gourlay, was married again to Dean of Guild Landale, a respectable man, a dyer in St. Andrews, whose 'silver ball' hangs first on the Silver Club of the ancient Golf Club Society there, at this day. 'Winsome Kate' survived Mr. Landale also: and I find that she kept a sewing school after his death.-Communicated in substance by John Buddo, Esq., Writer, St. Andrews.] DEATH, what's ado? the de'il be licket, |