Is there a Bard of ruftic fong, i.
Who, noteless, fteals the crowds among,
That weekly this area throng,

O, pass not by !

But, with a frater-feeling ftrong,

Here, heave a figh.

Is there a man, whofe judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer,

Yet runs, himself, life's mad career,

Wild as the wave;

Here paufe-and, through the starting tear,

Survey this grave.

The poor Inhabitant below

Was quick to learn and wife to know,
And keenly felt the friendly glow,

And fofter flame;

But thoughtless follies laid him low,

And ftain'd his name!

Reader,

Reader, attend-whether thy foul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole,

In low pursuit ;

Know, prudent, cautious, felf-controul,

Is Wisdom's root.

ON

ON THE

Late Captain GROSE'S PEREGRINATIONS thro' SCOTLAND, collecting the ANTIQUITIES OF

that KINGDOM.

HEAR, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnny Groats ;-
If there's a hole in a' your coats,

I rede you tent it

A chield's amang you, taking notes,

And, faith! he'll prent it.

If in your bounds ye chance to light

Upon a fine, fat, fodgel wight,

O' ftature short, but genius bright,

That's he, mark weel

And wow! he has an unco flight

O' cauk and keel.

By fome auld, houlet-haunted, biggin *, Or kirk deserted by its riggin,

It's ten to ane ye'll find him fnug in

Some eldritch part,

Wi' deils, they fay, L-d fafe's! colleaguin At fome black art.

Ilk ghaift that haunts auld ha' or chamer, Ye gipfy-gang that deal in glamor,

And you deep-read in hell's black grammar,

Warlocks and witches;

Ye'll quake at his conjuring hammer,

Ye midnight b—es.

*Vide his Antiquities of Scotland.

It's

It's tauld he was a fodger bred,

And ane wad rather fa'n than fled

But now he's quat the fpurtle-blade,

And taen the

And dog-fkin wallet,

-Antiquarian trade,

I think they call it.

He has a fouth o' auld nick-nackets: Rufty airn caps and jinglin jackets *, Wad haud the Lothians three in tackets,

A towmont gude;

And parritch-pats, and auld faut-backets,
Before the Flood.

Of Eve's firft fire he has a cinder;

Auld Tubal-cain's fire-fhool and fender;

That

* Vide his Treatife on Ancient Armour and Wea

pons.