MINUTA CANTABRIGIENSIA. Ψήγματα και αραιωματα. A thing of shreds and patches. I. ON THE APPOINTMENT OF ONE WHO HAD NO MUSICAL POWERS, TO A CHORISTER'S PLACE "A singing man, and yet not sing! II. ON A STUDENT BEING PUT OUT OF COMMONS, FOR MISSING CHAPEL. To fast and pray we are by Scripture taught: O could I do but either as I ought! In both, alas! I err; my frailty such I pray too little, and I fast too much. III. ON A PETIT-MAITRE PHYSICIAN. When P-nn-ngt-n for female ills indites, IV. ON THE MARRIAGE OF A VERY THIN COUPLE. St Paul has declared, that when persons, though twain, But had he been by, when, like Pharaoh's kine pairing, And have said, "These two splinters shall now make one bone." V. Had thy spouse, Dr Drumstick, been ta'en from thy side, And again by thy side on the bridal bed laid; Though thou could'st not, like Adam, have gallantly said, "Thou art flesh of my flesh"-because flesh thou hast none Thou with truth might'st have said, "Thou art bone of my bone." VI. ON A VERY TINY ANGLE, ENCLOSED AND PLANTED WITH SHRUBS. This little garden little Jowett made, LATINE. Exiguum hunc hortum fecit Jowettulus iste Φ THE GROUSOME CARYL; Ane most Treuthful Ballant, Compilit be MR HOUGGE. THERE wals ane man came out of the weste, And ane uncouth caryl wals hee, For the bouzely hayre upon his hede Wals pirlit with his derke eebree. And the feint ane browe had this caryl ava, For all from his noz to his sholder blaide And hee nouther hald bonnet, hoze, nor shone, But ane short buffe jerking rounde his waiste, And hee hald a belt of the gude bullis hyde, Als hee came up by the Craigyeburn, Hee lokit up to the Saddil-Yoke, And aye hee keuste his burlye heede To flyng the hayre from his ee; And hee hemmit and snockerit so awsome loude, That the levis shoke on the tree. And the lyttel wee burdis helde up their neckis, And till that caryl wals out of sychte, And the wodeman grypit to his long bille, And ranne behynde the hezil bushe, Tille the stalwarde caryl passit on. And the deeris toke to their heelis and ranne, And till they wonne to Carryfron Gans, And the verrye doggis of the sheepherd ladis For they toke their tailes betweine their houghis, And they eshotte out their crookyt tungis, And the oussen cockyt their stupid heedis, And aye quhan the caryl gave a yowte, And the welderis started on the steipe, And the lyttil wee kiddis rose from their layris, But iffe this caryl wals fleshe and blude, Or risen out of the deepis of the se, But sickan ane daye and sickan ane fraye, For it wals saide ane horryde trayne The caryl he came to the Greye-Meris Linne, And he howckyt ane holle lyke bendyd bowe, Ane trenche bothe longe and deipe. And he pullit the braiken fro the slacke, The rown-tree fro the Straung-Cleuche Linne, And seven Scottis ellis of that deipe holle, And there he laye with his horrid crewe, Unseine be mortyl ee; For no manne dorst come nie that houffe, For the lyffe of his bodye. But the oussen sancted fro the houmis, The welderis fro the brae; Quhille the herdis gromblit throu the londe, Young maidis were missyng fro their beddis," And moderis rockyd their tome credlis, But worde is gone easte, and worde is gone weste, From Yarrawe unto the Ae; And came to the Lord of Annerdaille, At Lochess quhare he laye. That Lorde he leuche at his vasselmenis tale, And he sayde full jocundlye, I will wende to the Grey-Meris Linne the morne, Lord Annerdaille rose at the skreigh of the daye, And thre stainche blode-hundis at his heile, That weille cold tracke the mydnichte theiffe, And quhen hee comit to the Hunter-Heck, But hee lousit the leishes of his blode-hundis For they nouthir rowit them on the swairde, But they snokyd the dewe, and snokyd the dewe, And the byrsis raise uponne their backis, Then Jowler hee begoude to youffe, And German's ee begoude to glent, But Harper turnit his flewe to the hevinis, That wals the true and the wairnynge note, And awaye wente the horsmen them behynde, But the fordis were deippe, and the bankis were steippe, And or they wonne to the Selcothe Burne, But they hearit the echois dynnling on, Were synging their mornyng psaulme. And the egill lefte his mistye haime, And he belted the mornyngis ruddye browe, "Spur on, spur on," cryit Anuerdaille, Quhan they came up to the Greye-Meris Linne, But aye he scraipyd, and he snori t And lukyd with wylde dismaye, "Who holdis this holle," cryit Annerdaille, He hearit ane snockir, and than ane laughe, Als gin the devil hald been asleipe And the three blode-hundis youlit aloude, But oute then came the grousome caryl, Lord Annerdaille hald not worde to saye, And thoche he put grette couryge on, VOL. XVII. L |