And her ain fit it brunt it; While Willie lap, and swore, by jing, Nell had the fause-house in her min', She whispered Rob to leuk for't: Unseen that night. But Merran sat behint their backs, Her thoughts on Andrew Bell; She lea'es them gashin' at their cracks, She through the yard the nearest taks, And aye she win't, and aye she swat, Wee Jenny to her granny says, I'll eat the applet at the glass I gat frae uncle Johnny:" chimney sore burnt, demure pet leapt own foot puts blaze ashes observe stealthily kissed snugly, nook conversing groped, cross-beams winded, perspired know, dallying pot beam-end inquire Whoever would, with success, try this spell, must 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 clue off the old one, and, towards the latter end, something will hold the thread; demand "wha hauds?" that is, who holds? An answer will be returned from the kiln-pot, by naming the Christian and surname of your future spouse.-B. Take a candle, and go alone to a looking-glass; eat an apple before it, and omb 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.--B. She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt, "Ye little skelpie-limmer's face! I daur you try sic sportin', "Ae hairst afore the Sherra-muir- I was a gilpey then, I'm sure I was na past fifteen : The simmer had been cauld and wat, And stuff was unco green; And aye a rantin' kirn we gat And just on Hallowe'en It fell that night." Then up gat fechtin' Jamie Fleck, And he swore by his conscience, That he could saw* hemp-seed a peck; The auld guidman raught down the pock, And out a handfu' gied him; fighting 80W reached gave then saw timorous dung-fork drags, rear He was sae fley'd and eerie : frightened Steal out, unperceived, and sow a handful of hemp-seed, harrowing it with anything you can conveniently draw after you. Repeat, now and then," Hempseed 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.-B. Till presently he hears a squeak, Out-owre that night. He roared a horrid murder-shout, And young and auld cam rinnin' out Meg fain wad to the barn hae gaen, She pat but little faith in : She gies the Herd a pickle nits, To watch, while for the barn she sets, She turns the key wi' canny thraw, Syne bauldly in she enters: A ratton rattled up the wa', And she cried out, "Preserve her!" They hoy't out Will, wi' sair advice; It chanced, the stack he faddom't thrice,t He taks a swirly auld moss oak For some black, grousome carlin; A wanton widow Leezie was, As canty as a kittlin; groan, grunt peep stagger halting crook-backed the pig astir would, gone corn-baskets put few nuts gentle over then boldly rat urged, strong promised, one measured timber, twisting twisted odious-looking fellow let, oath shreds, dragging off his hands merry, kitten This charm must likewise be performed unperceived, and alone. You 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 window door, and out at the other, having both the figure in question, and the appearance or retinue, marking the employment or station in life.-B. Take an opportunity of going, unnoticed, to a bean-stack, and fathom it three times round. The last fathom of the last time you will catch in your arms the appearance of your future conjugal yoke-fellow.-B. But, och! that night, amang the shaws, She through the whins, and by the cairn, Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays, Unseen that night. Amang the brackens, on the brae, woods [stones gorse, heap of went swiftly shift sometimes, cascade meandered cliff eddy racing appear and disappear fern unhoused moan Poor Leezy's heart maist lap the hool; almost, leapt, sheath Near lav'rock-height she jumpit, lark missed, foot But mist a fit, and in the pool In order, on the clean hearth-stane, ears dishes And every time great care is ta'en You go out, one or more, for this is a social spell, to a south running spring or rivulet, where "three lairds' lands meet," and dip your left shirt-sleeve. Go to bed in sight of a fire, and hang your wet sleeve before it to dry. Lie awake: and some time near midnight, an apparition, having the exact figure of the grand object in question, will come and turn the sleeve, as if to dry the other side of it.-B. The year 1715, when the Earl of Mar raised an insurrection in Scotland. Sowens, with butter instead of milk to them, is the Hallowe'en supper.-B. Most of these superstitious ceremonies have fallen into disuse. SECOND EPISTLE TO DAVIE, AULD NEIBOR, A BROTHER POET. I'M three times doubly o'er your debtor, For my puir, silly, rhymin' clatter Hale be your heart, hale be your fiddle; Till bairns' bairns kindly cuddle Your auld gray hairs. But, Davie lad, I'm red ye're glaikit; Sic hauns as you sud ne'er be faiket, For me, I'm on Parnassus' brink, sensible must poor serve elbow bustle worldly caress guess, foolish told if so, should, beaten be restless hands, wanted spared Rivin' the words to gar them clink; Whyles daez't wi' love, whyles daez't wi' drink, Wi' jads or masons; And whyles, but aye owre late, I think, Braw sober lessons. Of a' the thoughtless son's o' man, Commen' me to the bardie clan; Except it be some idle plan O' rhymin' clink, NAE NEED INDEED that I sud ban, They ever think. Nae thought, nae view, nae scheme o' livin', Nae cares to gie us joy or grievin;' But just the pouchie put the nieve in, And while ought's there, Then hiltie skiltie, we gae scrievin', Leeze me on rhyme! it's aye a treasure, At hame, a-fiel', at wark, or leisure; Though rough and raploch be her measure, Haud to the Muse, my dainty Davie: tearing, make stupified sometimes, too poet should pocket, fist gleesomely trouble blessings on almost in field, work lass coarse keep The warl' may play you monie a shavie; prank |