Or when the North his fleecy store Drove through the sky, I saw grim Nature's visage hoar Struck thy young eye. "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 Or wake the bosom-melting throe "Yet all beneath th' unrivalled rose, Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows "Then never murmur or repine; Can give a bliss o'ermatching thine, "To give my counsels all in one "When youthful love, warm-blushing, Thy tuneful flame still careful fan; upwards, these mystic themes exercised at all times a peculiar glamour over Burns's imagination. According to the order of precedence on Halloween, the first ceremony appears to have been the going out of lad and lassie hand-inhand to the kail-yard, and there, with their eyes shut, pulling each a stock or root of kail. Did earth stick to it, that signified fortune, while, accordingly as the stalk tasted sweet or bitter, the quality of the predestined wife or husband was supposed to be foreshadowed. Another mystic rite was the burning of nuts two and two, when, if they roasted quietly side by side, or if they started apart with a bang, good or evil was prefigured to the courtship. Eating an apple, candle in hand, before a looking-glass, when The lasses feat, an' cleanly neat, Mair braw than when they 're fine; Their faces blythe, fu' sweetly kythe, Hearts leal, an' warm, an' kin': The lads sae twig, 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, through the kail, Their stocks maun a' be sought ance; alone, gave you the chance, again, of seeing in They steek their een, and graip an' wale, the glass the shadowy semblance of your future partner peering at you over your shoulder. It was in celebration of mysterious ceremonials such as these that Burns penned the following poem, in which as in a magic mirror, though the superstitions themselves have long died out, their memory at least is perpetuated.] Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, UPON that night when fairies light On sprightly coursers prance; Beneath the moon's pale beams; There up the cove to stray and rove, Amang the rocks and streams To sport that night. Amang the bonnie winding banks Where Doon rins, wimplin' clear, Where Bruce ance ruled the martial ranks, An' shook the Carrick spear, Some merry, friendly, countra folks Together did convene, To burn their nits, an' pou their stocks, An' haud their Halloween Fu' blithe that night. For muckle anes and straught anes. Poor hav'rel Will fell aff the drift, An' wandered through the bow-kail, 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' stocks out-owre their shouther; The lasses staw rae 'mang them a' The auld guidwife's weel-hoordet nits Are there that night decided : Some kindle, couthie side by side, Jean slips in twa wi' tentie e'e; An' aye she win't, an' aye she swat, He bleezed owre her, and she owre him, Wee Jennie to her Graunie says, As they wad 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 ; An' Mallie, nae doubt, took the drunt, To be compared to Willie : Mall's nit lap out wi' pridefu' fling, An' her ain fit it brunt it; While Willie lap, and swoor by jing, 'Twas just the way he wanted To be that night. Nell had the fause-house in her min', She pits hersel' an' Rob in ; In loving bleeze they sweetly join, Till white in ase they 're sobbin' : Nell's heart was dancin' at the view, She whispered Rob to leuk for 't: Rob, stowlins, prie'd her bonnie mou', Fu' cozie in the neuk for 't, Unseen that night. But Merran sat behint their backs, |