As arts or arms they understand, Their labours ply. "They Scotia's race among them share: Some teach the bard-a darling care― "Mong swelling floods of reeking gore "And when the bard, or hoary sage, Or point the inconclusive page "Hence Fullarton, the brave and young; Or tore, with noble ardour stung, "To lower orders are assigned The humbler ranks of human kind; All choose, as various they're inclined, "When yellow waves the heavy grain, With tillage skill; And some instruct the shepherd train, "Some hint the lover's harmless wile; "Some, bounded to a district-space, Of rustic bard; And careful note each op'ning graceA guide and guard. "Of these am I-Coila my name; And this district as mine I claim, Where once the Campbells,1 chiefs of fame, I marked thy embryo tuneful flame, "With future hope I oft would gaze, "I saw thee seek the sounding shore, I saw grim Nature's visage hoar "Or when the deep green-mantled earth I saw thee eye the general mirth "When ripened fields and azure skies To vent thy bosom's swelling rise "When youthful love, warm-blushing, strong, I taught thee how to pour in song, "I saw thy pulse's maddening play By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from Heaven. 2 "I taught thy manners-painting strains, The Loudon branch of the Campbells. 2 Of strains like the above, solemn and sublime with that rapt and inspired melancholy in which the poet lifts his eye "above this visible diurnal sphere," the poems entitled "Despondency,' "The Lament," "Winter: a Dirge," and the invocation "To Ruin," afford no less striking examples.-Henry Mackenzie. By wood and wild, Where, haply, pity strays forlorn, Frae man exiled. Ye hills, near neebors o' the starns, That proudly cock your cresting cairns! Ye cliffs, the haunts of sailing yearns, Where echo slumbers! Come join, ye Nature's sturdiest bairns, Mourn, ilka grove the cushat kens! Or foaming strang, wi' hasty stens, Mourn, little harebells owre the lea; Ye roses on your thorny tree, At dawn, when every grassy blade Ye maukins, whiddin' through the glade, Mourn, ye wee songsters o' the wood; And mourn, ye whirring paitrick brood; Mourn, sooty coots, and speckled teals; Ye bitterns, till the quagmire reels, Mourn, clam'ring craiks, at close o' day, Ye howlets, frae your ivy bow'r, O rivers, forests, hills, and plains! Oft have ye heard my cantie strains; But now, what else for me remains But tales of woe; And frae my een the drapping rains Maun ever flow! Mourn, Spring, thou darling of the year! Thy gay, green, flow ring tresses shear, Thou, Autumn, wi' thy yellow hair, Wide o'er the naked world declare The worth we've lost! Mourn him, thou Sun, great source of light! For through your orbs he's ta'en his flight, O Henderson! the man! the brother! Like thee, where shall I find another, Go to your sculptured tombs, ye great, And weep the ae best fellow's fate HALLOWEEN.1 "Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, GOLDSMITH. Upon that night, when fairies light On Cassillis Downans2 dance, 1 This beautiful poem was probably suggested to Burns by one on the same subject from the pen of John Mayne, which appeared in print five years before his own, written in 1785.-ED. 2 Certain little, romantic, rocky, green hills in the Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, Beneath the moon's pale beams, Amang the bonnie winding banks Where Doon rins, wimplin', clear, Some merry, friendly, countra folks, To burn their nits, an' pou their stocks, The lasses feat, an' cleanly neat, Mair braw than whan they're fine; Their faces blythe, fu' sweetly kythe Hearts leal, an' warm, an' kin'; The lads sae trig, wi' wooer-babs Weel knotted on their garten, Some unco blate, an' some wi' gabs Gar lasses' hearts gang startin' Whiles fast at night. Then, first and foremost, thro' the kail, Their stocks maun a' be sought ance; They steek their een, an' graip an' wale For muckle anes an' straught anes. Poor hav'rel Will fell aff the drift, An' wandered through the bow-kail, neighbourhood of the ancient seat of the Earls of Cas sillis. 3 A noted cavern near Colzean House, called the Cove of Colzean, which, as Cassillis Downans, is famed in country story for being a favourite haunt of fairies. 4 The famous family of that name, the ancestors of Robert, the great deliverer of his country, were Earls of Carrick. 5 Halloween is thought to be a night when witches, devils, and other mischief-making beings are all abroad on their baneful midnight errands; particularly those aerial people, the fairies, are said on that night to hold a grand anniversary. The first ceremony of Halloween is pulling each a stock or plant of kail. They must go out, hand in hand, with eyes shut, and pull the first they meet with: its being big or little, straight or crooked, is prophetic of the size and shape of the grand object of all their spells -the husband or wife. If any yird or earth stick to the root, that is tocher or fortune; and the taste of the custoc, that is, the heart of the stem, is indicative of the natural temper and disposition. Lastly, the stems, or to give them their ordinary appellation, the runts, are placed somewhere above the head of the door; and the Christian names of the people whom chance brings into the house, are, according to the priority of placing the runts, the names in question. An' pou't, for want o' better shift, A runt was like a sow-tail, Sae bow't that night. Then, straught or crooked, yird or nane, Wi' cannie care, they place them The lasses staw frae 'mang them a' To pou their stalks o' corn;1 But Rab slips out, an' jinks about, Behint the muckle thorn: He grippet Nelly hard an' fast; Loud skirl'd a' the lasses; But her tap pickle maist was lost, When kuittlin' in the fause-house2 Wi' him that night. The auld guidwife's weel hoordet nits3 Are there that night decided: An' jump out-owre the chimlic Jean slips in twa', wi tentie ee; He bleez'd owre her, and she owre him, As they would never mair part; Till, fuff: he started up the lum, An' Jean had e'en a sair heart To see't that night. Poor Willie, wi' his bow-kail runt, Was brunt wi' primsie Mallie; They go to the barn yard, and pull each at three several times, a stalk of oats. If the third stalk wants the top pickle, that is, the grain at the top of the stalk, the party in question will come to the marriage-bed anything but a maid. When the corn is in a doubtful state, by being too green or wet, the stack-builder, by means of old timber, &c, makes a large apartment in his stack, with an opening in the side which is fairest exposed to the wind: this he calls a fause-house. 3 Burning the nuts is a famous charm. They name the lad and lass to each particular nut as they lay them in the fire, and accordingly as they burn quietly together, An' Mary, nae doubt, took the drunt, To be compar'd to Willie; Mall's nit lap out wi' pridefu' fling, An' her ain fit it brunt it; While Willie lap, an' swoor, by jing, Twas just the way he wanted To be that night. Nell had the fause-house in her min'; But Merran sat behint their backs, An' ay she win't, an' ay she swat, I wat she made nae jaukin'; 'Til something held within the pat, Guid L-d! but she was quakin'! But whether 'twas the deil himsel', Or whether 'twas a bauk-en', Or whether it was Andrew Bell, She did na wait on talkin' To spier that night. Wee Jenny to her grannie says, "Will ye go wi' me, grannie? I'll eat the apple at the glass, I gat frae Uncle Johnnie:" She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt, In wrath she was sae vap'rin', or start from beside one another, the course and issue of the courtship will be. 4 Whoever would with success try this spell must strictly observe these directions:-Steal out, all alone, to the kiln, and darkling, throw into the pot a clue of blue yarn; wind it in a new clue off the old one, and towards the latter end something will hold the thread; demand, Wha hauds?-i.e. Who holds? An answer will be returned from the kiln pot by naming the Christian and surname of your future spouse. 5 Take a candle and go alone to a looking-glass; ent an apple before it, and some traditions say you should comb your hair all the time; the face of your conjugal companion to be will be seen in the glass as if peeping over your shoulder. She notic't na, an aizle brunt Her braw new worset apron Out thro' that night. "Ye little skelpie-limmer's face! How daur you try sie sportin', As seek the foul Thief ony place, For him to spae your fortune: Nae doubt but ye may get a sight! Great cause ye hae to fear it; "Ae hairst afore the Shirra-moor, The simmer had been cauld an' wat, An' stuff was unco green; "Our stibble-rig was Rab M'Graen, That liv'd in Achmacalla: Then up gat fechtin' Jamie Fleck, For it was a' but nonsense; The auld guidman raught doun the pock, He marches thro' amang the stacks, 1 Steal out unperceived and sow a handful of hempseed, harrowing it with anything you can conveniently draw after you. Repeat now and then, “Hemp seed, I saw thee! hemp-seed, I saw thee! and him (or her) that is to be my true love, come after me and pou thee!" Look over your left shoulder, and you will see the appearance of the person invoked in the attitude of pulling hemp. Some traditions say, "Come after me and shaw thee," that is, show thyself; in which case it simply appears. Others omit the harrowing, and say, "Come after me and harrow thee." An' ev'ry now an' then he says, An' her that is to be my lass, He whistl'd up Lord Lennox' March, He was sae fley'd an' eerie; He roar'd a horrid murder-shout, An' young an' auld cam rinnin' out, Meg fain wad to the barn hae gaen, An' twa red-cheekit apples, She turns the key wi' cannie thraw, Syne bauldly in she enters; A ratton rattled up the wa', They hoy't out Will, wi' sair advice; They hecht him some fine braw ane; and alone. You must go to the barn and open both doors, taking them off the hinges if possible; for there is danger that the being about to appear may shut the doors and do you some mischief. Then take that instrument used in winnowing the corn, which in our country dialect we call a wecht, and go through all the attitudes of letting down corn against the wind. Repeat it three times, and the third time an apparition will pass through the barn, in at the windy door, and out at the other, having both the figure in question and the appearance or retinue marking the employment or 2 This charm must likewise be performed unperceived station in life. |