There I be, if that date come, I'll wad a bod- | Gaunt, ghastly, ghaist-alluring edifices, dle, Some fewer whigmeleeries in your noddle. NEW BRIG. Avid Vandal, ye but show your little mense, Just much about it wi' your scanty sense; Will your poor, narrow foot-path of a street, Where twa wheel-barrows tremble when they meet, Your ruin'd, formless bulk o' stane an' lime, Compare wi' bonnie Brigs o' modern time? There's men o' taste would tak the Ducatstream,* Tho' they should cast the very sark an swim, Ere they would grate ́their feelings wi' the View Of sic an ugly Gothic hulk as you. AULD BRIG. Conceited gowk! puff'd up wi' windy This monie a year I've stood the flood an' tide; But twa-three winters will inform you better, Hanging with threat'ning jut, like precipices; With order, symmetry, or taste unblest; And still the second dread command be free, sea. Mansions that would disgrace the building taste Of any mason, reptile, bird, or beast; surrection! AULD BRIG. O ye, my dear-remember'd, ancient yealings, Were ye but here to share my wounded feelings! Ye worthy Proveses, an' mony a Bailie, When from the hills where springs the brawl-Wha in the paths o' righteousness did toil ay; ing Coil, Or stately Lugar's mossy fountains boil, Or where the Greenock winds his moorland Ye dainty Deacons, and ye douce Conveeners, To whom our moderns are but causey-clean To see each melancholy alteration; In plain braid Scots hold forth a plain braid story! Nae langer thrifty Citizens, an' douce, Wha waste your well-hain'd gear on d-d new NEW BRIG. Now haud you there! for faith ye've said enough, And muckle nair than ye can mak to through As for your priesthood, I shall say but little, In all the pomp of ignorant conceit; Men wha grew wise priggin owre hops an' raisins, Or gather'd lib'ral views in Bonds and Seisins. Plain, dull Stupidity stept kindly in to aid them. All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn wreath'd with nodding corn; Then Winter's time-bleach'd locks did hoary show, By Hospitality with cloudless brow. A female form, came from the tow'rs of Stair: To rustic Agriculture did bequeath What farther clishmaclaver might been said, What bloody wars, if Sprites had blood to shed, No man can tell; but all before their sight, Bright to the moon their various dresses glanc'd: They footed o'er the watry glass so neat, Or when they struck old Scotia's melting airs, inspir'd! No guess could tell what instrument appear'd, The Genius of the Stream in front appears, A venerable Chief advanc'd in years; His hoary head with water-lilies crown'd, His manly leg with garter tangle bound. Next came the loveliest pair in all the ring, Sweet Female Beauty hand in hand with Spring; Then, crown'd with flow'ry hay, came rural Joy, And Summer, with his fervid-beaming eye: THE ORDINATION. For sense they little owe to Frugal Heaven.To please the Mob they hide the little given. I. KILMARNOCK Wabsters fidge an' claw An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations, Swith to the Laigh Kirk, ane an' a' An' there tak up your stations; II. Curst Common Sense that imp o' h-ll, III. Mak haste an' turn king David owre, An' lilt wi' holy clangor; Alluding to a scoffing ballad which was made on the A well known performer of Scottish music on the admission of the late Reverend and worthy Mr L. to Violin. the Laigh Kirk |