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I drew my scythe in sic a fury,
Withstood the shock;
I might as well hae tried a quarry
'Ev'n them he canna get attended, Altho' their face he ne'er had kenn'd it, in a kail-blade and send it,
As soon's he smells 't, Baith their disease, and what will mend it, At once he tells 't.
'And then a' doctor's saws an' whittles,
Their Latin names as fast he rattles
'Calces o' fossils, earth, and trees;
He has 't in plenty;
Aqua-fontis, what you please,
He can content ye.
Forbyef some new uncommon weapons, Urinus spiritus of capons:
Or mite-horn shavings, filings, scrapings,
Sal-alkali o' midge-tail clippings,
And monie mae.'s
The hard stone found in the Scottish hills-granite. d Those patients who cannot attend upon the doctor, or cannot be seen by him, must send their water in a phial, from the sight of which he pretends to know and cure their various diseases.
'Waes me for Johnny Ged's Holeh now,
Nae doubt they'll rive it wi' the pleugh;
The creature grain'd an eldritch laugh,!
Kirk-yards will soon be till'd eneugh.
They'll a' be trench'd wi' monie a sheugh,
'Whare I kill'd ane a fair strae death,"
Has clad a score i' their last claith,
By drap an' pill.
'An honest wabsterP to his trade,
Whase wife's twa nieves were scarce weel bred, Gat tippence-worth to mend her head,
When it was sair;
The wife slade cannier to her bed,
But ne'er spak mair.
'A countra laird had taen the batts,
An' pays him well,
The lad, for twa guid gimmer pets,"
Was laird himsel.
h A name given to the grave-digger.
i An enclosure for calves; the term is here used in allusion to
the church-yard. k Daisies.
Groaned a frightful laugh.
m Ditch, or trench; i. e. will be filled with graves. To die in bed, in a natural way. o Shroud. Fists. r Slide gently, or dexterously Murmuring, a slight rumbling noise.
PA weaver. s Botts.
u Ewe lambs.
A bonnie lass, ye kenn'd her name,
Horn sent her aff to her lang hame,
That's just a swatch o' Hornbook's way;
Yet stops me o' my lawfu' prey,
Wi' his d-mn'd dirt :
'But, hark! I'll tell you of a plot,
As dead's a herrin';
Niest time we meet, I'll wad a groat,
But just as he began to tell,
The auld kirk-hammer strak the bell
I took the way that pleas'd mysel,
w Swelled her belly.
y By sending his patients to the church-yard.
a The hour of one.
b So irresistible was the tide of ridicule, on the publication of this poem, that John Wilson, alias Dr. Hornbook, was not only compelled to shut up shop as an apothecary, or druggist rather, but to abandon his school also, as his pupils one by one deserted
THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT.
INSCRIBED TO R. AIKEN, ESQ.
Let not ambition mock their useful toil,
The short and simple annals of the poor.-Gray.
My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend!
The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, 1
November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose; The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes,
This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend.
At length his lonely cot appears in view,
The continued rushing noise of a strong wind.
d Little children.
e Tottering. f Stagger. g Fluttering.
His wee bit ingleh blinkin' bonnilie,
His clean hearth-stane, his thriftie wifie's smile, The lisping infant prattling on his knee,
Does a' his weary, carking cares beguile, An' makes him quite forget his labour and his toil.
Belyvel the elder bairns come drappin' in, At service out, amang the farmers roun'; Some ca' the pleugh, some herd, some tentiek rin A cannie errand to a neebor town; Their eldest hope, their Jenny, woman grown, In youthfu' bloom, love sparkling in her e'e, Comes hame, perhaps, to shew a braw new gown, Or deposite her sair-won penny-fee, To help her parents dear, if they in hardship be.
Wi' joy unfeign'd brothers and sisters meet,
An' each for other's weelfare kindly spiers: The social hours, swift-wing'd, unnotic'd fleet;
Each tells the uncosm that he sees or hears; The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years; Anticipation forward points the view.
The mother, wi' her needle an' her sheers,
Gars" auld claes look amaisto as weel's the new; The father mixes a' wi' admonition due.
Their masters' and their mistresses' command,
An' mind your duty, duly, morn an' night' Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, Implore his counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright!
h Small fire-place. i By and bye. k Carefully. To inquire. m Strange sights, tales, or stories. o Almost. p Diligent. 9 Dally, or trifle.
n Makes. ↑ Go.