Her shepherd's suit to hear;

To beauty shy by lattice high,

Sings high-born Cavalier.

I look for howfs I kenned lang syne,
Whar gentles used to drink gude wine
And eat cheap dinners;

But deil a soul gangs there to dine
Of saints or sinners!

Fortune's and Hunter's gane, alas!
And Bayle's is lost in empty space;
And now if folk would splice a brace
Or crack a bottle,

They gang to a new-fangled place
They ca' a Hottle.

The deevil hottle them for Meg!
They are sae greedy and sae gleg,
That if ye 're served but wi' an egg-

And that's puir picking-
In comes a chiel and makes a leg,
And charges chicken!

And wha may ye be,' gin ye speer,
That brings your auld - warld claven
here?'

Troth, if there 's onybody near
That kens the roads,
I'll haud ye Burgundy to beer
He kens Meg Dodds.

I came a piece frae west o' Currie;
And, since I see you 're in a hurry,

sort of acknowledgment he should offer; but at length, resolving that it would probably be most agreeable to the young foreigner to be paid in professional coin, if in any, he stepped aside for a few minutes, and, on returning, presented him with this epigram. The reader need hardly be reminded, that Sir Walter Scott held the office of Sheriff of the county of Selkirk.'-Scotch Newspaper, 1830.

OF
To carry two visages under one hood;
What should folk say to you? who have
faces such plenty,

yore, in old England, it was not
thought good

That from under one hood, you last night showed us twenty!

Stand forth, arch-deceiver, and tell us in truth,

Are you handsome or ugly, in age or in youth?

Man, woman, or child - a dog or a

mouse?

"The monument here mentioned,' says Lockhart, was a leaping-on-stone to which the skill of Scott's master-mason had given the shape of Maida recumbent. It had stood by the gate of Abbotsford a year or more before the dog died.' The Latin was Lockhart's, the English, Sir Walter's, but James Ballantyne, who was an over zealous admirer of his great author, saw the inscription, and when he went back to Edinburgh printed in a newspaper with pride, the Latin verses as Sir Walter's. It happened that Lockhart's inscription had a false quantity januam, but Ballantyne not only did not discover this; his memory played him false, and in repeating the inscription he put jaces for dormis. At once the newspaper paragraphist raised a laugh over 'Sir Walter's false quantities.' Scott, in his generous nature, refused to shield himself behind Lockhart, and much pother was made over the matter. The verses which follow savor, as Lockhart says, of Scott's recent overhauling of Swift and Sheridan's doggrel epistles.'

So, stet pro ratione voluntas, be tractile, Invade not, I say, my own dear little dactyl;

If you do, you'll occasion a breach in our intercourse.

To-morrow will see me in town for the winter-course,

But not at your door, at the usual hour, sir,

My own pye-house daughter's good prog to devour, sir.

Ergo, peace!

on your duty your squeamishness throttle,

And we'll soothe Priscian's spleen with a canny third bottle.

A fig for all dactyls, a fig for all spondees, A fig for all dunces and Dominie Grundys; A fig for dry thrapples, south, north, east, and west, sir,

Speats and raxes ere five for a famishing guest, sir;

And as Fatsman and I have some topics for haver, he 'll

Be invited, I hope, to meet me and Dame Peveril,

Upon whom, to say nothing of Oury and Anne, you a

Dog shall be deemed if you fasten your Janua.