Some kindle, couthie, side by side, Jean slips in twa wi' tentie e'e; He bleez'd owre her, an' she owre him, Poor Willie, wi' his bow-kail runt, Was brunt wi' primsie Mallie; To be that night. Nell had the fause-house in her min', Unseen that night. But Merran sat behint their backs, Her thoughts on Andrew Bell; An' ay she win't, an' ay she swat, Guid L-d! but she was quaukin'! lad and lass to each particular nut, as they lay them in the fire, and according as they burn quietly together, or start from beside one another, the course and issue of the courtship will be. (1) 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 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, naming the Christian and surname of your future spouse. VOL. II. But whether 'twas the deil himsel', To spier that night. Wee Jenny to her graunie says, "Ye little skelpie-limmer's face! For him to spae your fortune: "Ae hairst afore the Sherra-moor, I was a gilpey then, I'm sure The simmer had been cauld an' wat, An' just on Halloween It fell that night. "Our stibble-rig was Rab M'Graen, A clever, sturdy fallow: That liv'd in Achmacalla: Then up gat fechtin' Jamie Fleck, (2) Take a candle, and go alone to a looking-glass; eat 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. (3) Steal out unperceived, and sow a handful of hemp-seed, harrowing it with anything you can conveniently draw after you. Repeat, now and then, "Hemp-seed, I saw thee; hempseed 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, : F The auld guidman raught down the pock, An' out a' handfu' gied him; Syne bad him slip frae 'mang the folk, Sometime when nae ane see'd him, An' try't that night. He marches thro' amang the stacks, He whistl'd up Lord Lennox' march, Out-owre that night. He roar'd a horrid murder-shout, An' young an' auld cam rinnin' out, He swoor 'twas hilchin Jean M'Craw, Meg fain wad to the barn hae gaen, To win three wechts o' naething ;' But for to meet the deil her lane, She pat but little faith in : To watch, while for the barn she sets, 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." (1) 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 windy door, and She turns the key wi' cannie thraw, Syne bauldly in she enters : A ratton rattled up the wa', An' she cried, L-d, preserve her! An' ran thro' midden-hole an' a', An' pray'd wi' zeal and fervour, Fu' fast that night. They hoy't out Will, wi' sair advice; For some black, grousome carlin; A wanton widow Leezie was, As canty as a kittlin; But, och! that night, amang the shaws, She thro' the whins, an' by the cairn, Was bent that night. Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays, Amang the brackens on the brae, Between her an' the moon, The deil, or else an outler quey, Gat up an' gae a croon : out at the other, having both the figure in question, and the appearance of retinue, marking the employment or station in life. (2) 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. (3) 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. Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the hool; Near lav'rock-height she jumpit, But mist a fit, an' in the pool Wi' a plunge that night. In order, on the clean hearth-stane, To see them duly changed: In wrath that night. Wi' merry sangs, an' friendly cracks, An' unco tales, an' funnie jokes, Their sports were cheap an' cheery; Fu' blythe that night. XXVI. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. A DIRGE. [The origin of this fine poem is alluded to by Burns in one of his letters to Mrs. Dunlop: "I had an old grand-uncle with whom my mother lived in her girlish years: the good old man was long blind ere he died, during which time his highest enjoyment was to sit and cry, while my mother would sing the simple old song of 'The Life and Age of Man.'” From that truly venerable woman, long after the death of her distinguished son, Cromek, in collecting the Reliques, obtained a copy by recitation of the older strain. Though the tone and sentiment coincide closely with "Man was made to Mourn," I agree with Lockhart, that Burns wrote it in obedience to his own habitual feelings.] WHEN Chill November's surly blast One ev’ning, as I wandered forth I spy'd a man whose aged step (1) Take three dishes: put clean water in one, foul water in another, and leave the third empty; blindfold a person and lead him to the hearth where the dishes are ranged; he (or she) dips the left hand-if by chance in the clean water, the future husband or wife will come to the bar of matrimony a His face was furrow'd o'er with years, And hoary was his hair. "Young stranger, whither wand'rest thou?" Began the rev'rend sage; "Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or youthful pleasure's rage? Or haply, prest with cares and woes, To wander forth, with me to mourn “The sun that overhangs yon moors, Twice forty times return, That man was made to mourn. "O man! while in thy early years, Misspending all thy precious hours, Which tenfold force gives nature's law, "Look not alone on youthful prime, Or manhood's active might; Man then is useful to his kind, Supported in his right: But see him on the edge of life, With cares and sorrows worn; Then age and want-oh! ill match'd pair!-Show man was made to mourn. "A few seem favourites of fate, In pleasure's lap carest: But, oh! what crowds in every land, "Many and sharp the num'rous ills Inwoven with our frame! More pointed still we make ourselves, Regret, remorse, and shame! maid; if in the foul, a widow; if in the empty dish, it foretells, with equal certainty, no marriage at all. It is repeated three times, and every time the arrangement of the dishes is altered. (2) Sowens, with butter instead of milk to them, is always the Halloween supper. And man, whose heaven-erected face Makes countless thousands mourn. "See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, "If I'm design'd yon lordling's slave- His cruelty or scorn? Or why has man the will and power To make his fellow mourn? "Yet, let not this too much, my son, Disturb thy youthful breast; This partial view of human-kind Is surely not the best! The poor, oppressed, honest man The mightiest empires fall! Then low'ring and pouring, The storm no more I dread; Though thick'ning and black'ning, Round my devoted head. II. And thou grim pow'r, by life abhorr'd, While life a pleasure can afford, Oh! hear a wretch's prayer! My weary heart its throbbings cease, XXVIII. ΤΟ JOHN GOUDIE OF KILMARNOCK, ON THE PUBLICATION OF HIS ESSAYS. XXVII. TO RUIN. ["I have been," says Burns, in his common-place book, "taking a peep through, as Young finely says, 'The dark postern of time long elapsed.' 'Twas a rueful prospect! What a tissue of thoughtlessness, weakness, and folly! my life reminded me of a ruined temple. What strength, what proportion in some parts! what unsightly gaps, what prostrate ruins in others!" The fragment, To Ruin, seems to have had its origin in moments such as these.] I. ALL hail! inexorable lord! At whose destruction-breathing word, [This burning commentary, by Burns, on the Essays of Goudie in the Macgill controversy, was first published by Stewart, with the Jolly Beggars, in 1801; it is akin in life and spirit to Holy Willie's Prayer; and may be cited as a sample of the wit and the force which the poet brought to the great but now forgotten, controversy of the West.] O GOUDIE! terror of the Whigs, Girnin', looks back, Wishin' the ten Egyptian plagues Wad seize you quick. Poor gapin', glowrin' Superstition, Waes me she's in a sad condition: |