As eager runs the market crowd, Ah, Tam! ah, Tam! thou'lt get thy fairin'! Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read, THE VISION. DUAN FIRST. 2 The sun had closed the winter day, The curlers quat their roaring play, An' hungered maukin ta'en her way To kail-yards green, While faithless snaws ilk step betray Whar she has been. The thresher's weary flingin'-tree Ben i' the spence right pensivelie 1 It is a well-known fact that witches, or any evil spirits, have no power to follow a poor wight any farther than the middle of the next running stream. It may be proper likewise to mention to the benighted traveller, that when he falls in with bogles, whatever danger there may be in his going forward, there is much more hazard in turning back. 2 Duan, a term of Ossian's for the different divisions. of a digressive poem. See his "Cath-Loda" of Macpherson's translation. There, lanely, by the ingle-cheek, An' heard the restless rattons squeak All in this mottie, misty clime, But stringin' blethers up in rhyme, Had I to guid advice but harkit, I might, by this, hae led a market, I started, muttering, "Blockhead! coof!" Or some rash aith, When click! the string the snick did draw; A tight outlandish hizzie braw, Ye need na doubt I held my whisht- When sweet, like modest worth, she blusht, Green, slender, leaf-clad holly boughs Were twisted, gracefu', round her brows; I took her for some Scottish muse By that same token, An' come to stop those reckless vows, Would soon been broken. A "hair-brained sentimental trace" Shone full upon her; Down flowed her robe, a tartan sheen, Till half a leg was scrimply seen; Here rivers in the sea were lost; There distant shone art's lofty boast, Here Doon poured down his far-fetched floods; And many a lesser torrent scuds, Low, in a sandy valley spread, She boasts a race To every nobler virtue bred, And polished grace. By stately tower or palace fair, Or ruins pendent in the air, Bold stems of heroes, here and there, I could discern; Some seemed to muse-some seemed to dare, With feature stern. My heart did glowing transport feel, To see a race1 heroic wheel, And brandish round the deep-dyed steel In sturdy blows; While back-recoiling seemed to reel His Country's Saviour,2 mark him well! And he whom ruthless fates expel 1 The Wallaces. 2 Sir William Wallace. 3 Adam Wallace of Richardton, cousin to the immortal preserver of Scottish independence. ♦ Wallace, laird of Craigie, who was second in command under Douglas, Earl of Ormond, at the famous battle on the banks of Sark, fought ano 1448. That glorious victory was principally owing to the judicious There, where a sceptered Pictish shade Bold, soldier-featured, undismayed, Through many a wild romantic grove, An aged judge, I saw him rove, With deep-struck reverential awe Brydone's brave wards I well could spy Where many a patriot name on high, DUAN SECOND. With musing deep, astonished stare, When, with an elder sister's air, "All hail! my own inspired bard, I come to give thee such reward "Know the great genius of this land 5 conduct and intrepid valour of the gallant laird of Craigie, who died of his wounds after the action. 5 Coilus, king of the Picts, from whom the district of Kyle is said to take its name, lies buried, as tradition says, near the family seat of the Montgomeries of Coilsfield, where his burial place is still shown. 6 Barskimming and its proprietor Thomas Miller, lord justice-clerk, were here in the poet's eye. - ED. 7 Dr. Matthew Stewart the mathematician, and his son Dugald Stewart the metaphysician, are here meant. -ED. 8 Colonel Fullarton, As arts or arms they understand, Their labours ply. "They Scotia's race among them share: Some teach the bard-a darling care- "Mong swelling floods of reeking gore "And when the bard, or hoary sage, Or point the inconclusive page "Hence Fullarton, the brave and young; Or tore, with noble ardour stung, "To lower orders are assigned The humbler ranks of human kind; All choose, as various they're inclined, "When yellow waves the heavy grain, The threat'ning storm some strongly rein; Some teach to meliorate the plain With tillage skill; And some instruct the shepherd train, "Some hint the lover's harmless wile; "Some, bounded to a district-space, Of rustic bard; And careful note each op'ning graceA guide and guard. "Of these am I-Coila my name; And this district as mine I claim, Where once the Campbells,1 chiefs of fame, I marked thy embryo tuneful flame, "With future hope I oft would gaze, "I saw thee seek the sounding shore, I saw grim Nature's visage hoar "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 "When youthful love, warm-blushing, strong, I taught thee how to pour in song, "I saw thy palse's maddening play But yet the light that led astray Was light from Heaven. 2 "I taught thy manners-painting strains, And some, the pride of Coila's plains, The Loudon branch of the Campbells. 2 Of strains like the above, solemn and sublime with that rapt and inspired melancholy in which the poet lifts his eye above this visible diurnal sphere," the poems entitled" Despondency," "The Lament," "Winter: a Dirge," md the invocation "To Ruin," afford no less striking examples.-Henry Mackenzie. By wood and wild, Where, haply, pity strays forlorn, Frae man exiled. Ye hills, near neebors o' the starns, That proudly cock your cresting cairns! Ye cliffs, the haunts of sailing yearns, Where echo slumbers! Come join, ye Nature's sturdiest bairns, Mourn, ilka grove the cushat kens! Or foaming strang, wi' hasty stens, Mourn, little harebells owre the lea; Ye roses on your thorny tree, At dawn, when every grassy blade Ye maukins, whiddin' through the glade, Mourn, ye wee songsters o' the wood; Mourn, sooty coots, and speckled teals; Ye bitterns, till the quagmire reels, Mourn, clam'ring craiks, at close o' day, Tell thae far warlds wha lies in clay, Ye howlets, frae your ivy bow'r, O rivers, forests, hills, and plains! Oft have ye heard my cantie strains; But now, what else for me remains But tales of woe; And frae my een the drapping rains Maun ever flow! Mourn, Spring, thou darling of the year! Thy gay, green, flow'ring tresses shear, Thou, Autumn, wi' thy yellow hair, Wide o'er the naked world declare The worth we've lost! Mourn him, thou Sun, great source of light! For through your orbs he's ta'en his flight, O Henderson! the man! the brother! Like thee, where shall I find another, Go to your sculptured tombs, ye great, And weep the ae best fellow's fate HALLOWEEN.1 "Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, Upon that night, when fairies light 1 This beautiful poem was probably suggested to Burns by one on the same subject from the pen of John Mayne, which appeared in print five years before his own, written in 1785.--ED. 2 Certain little, romantic, rocky, green hills in the Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, Beneath the moon's pale beams, Amang the bonnie winding banks Where Doon rins, wimplin', clear, To burn their nits, an' pou their stocks, The lasses feat, an' cleanly neat, Mair braw than whan they're fine; Their faces blythe, fu' sweetly kythe Hearts leal, an' warm, an' kin'; The lads sae trig, wi' wooer-babs Weel knotted on their garten, Then, first and foremost, thro' the kail, An' wandered through the bow-kail, neighbourhood of the ancient seat of the Earls of Cas 3 A noted cavern near Colzean House, called the Cove of Colzean, which, as Cassillis Downans, is famed in country story for being a favourite haunt of fairies. 4 The famous family of that name, the ancestors of Robert, the great deliverer of his country, were Earls of Carrick. 5 Halloween is thought to be a night when witches, devils, and other mischief-making beings are all abroad on their baneful midnight errands; particularly those aerial people, the fairies, are said on that night to hold a grand anniversary. The first ceremony of Halloween is pulling each a stock or plant of kail. They must go out, hand in hand, with eyes shut, and pull the first they meet with: its being big or little, straight or crooked, is prophetic of the size and shape of the grand object of all their spells -the husband or wife. If any yird or earth stick to the root, that is tocher or fortune; and the taste of the custoc, that is, the heart of the stem, is indicative of the natural temper and disposition. Lastly, the stems, or to give them their ordinary appellation, the runts, are placed somewhere above the head of the door; and the Christian names of the people whom chance brings into the house, are, according to the priority of placing the runts, the names in question. |