For was e'er heiress with much gold in chest, Fawningly spaniel'd to bestow her hand? Then come, let me my suitors' merits weigh, And in the worthiest lad my spouse select:-- Next is the maltster Andrew Strang, that takes makes, As to the priest he does the bow repay! Yet he is rich-a very wealthy man, true- Here broke the lady her soliloquy; For in a twink her pot of mustard, lo! on high, 'Gan caper on her table to and fro, As leaps, instinct with mercury, a bladder, Soon stopp'd its dance th' ignoble utensil, came Thin curling wreaths of paly smoke, that still, dame: Ne'er smelt a Phoenix-nest so sweet, I wot, It recked censer-like; then, strange to tell! But, by the holy rood, I will have none of A fairy of the height of half an ell, Andrew. Then for the lairds-there's Melvil of Carnbee, And who can fiddle with such manly merit? His cheeks seem sponges oozing port and claret; There's Cunningham of Barns, that still assails But, oh! his mouth a sorry smell exhales, In dwarfish pomp, majestically rose: Stood trim and splendid in their snake-skin Gleam'd topaz-like the breeches he had on, His coat seem'd fashion'd of the threads of gold, Pluck'd from their sockets, sure by genie-power, As when the churlish spirit of the Cape To Gama, voyaging to Mozambique, Up-popp'd from sea, a tangle-tassel'd shape, With mussels sticking inch-thick on his cheek, He has a rotten breath-I cannot think of Cun- And 'gan with tortoise-shell his limbs to scrape, ningham. Why then, there's Allardyce, that plies his suit Each morning wears the threshold of my door; My tender heart with am'rous buffets sore:Whom to my hand and bed should I promote? Eh-la! what sight is this?-what ails my mustardpot? And yawn'd his monstrous blobberlips to speak; Brave Gama's hairs stood bristled at the sight, And on the tarry deck sunk down his men with fright. So sudden (not so huge and grimly dire) Uprose to Maggie's stounded eyne the sprite, As fair a fairy as you could desire, With ruddy cheek, and chin and temples white; His eyes seem'd little points of sparkling fire, That, as he look'd, charm'd with inviting light; As e'er on He was, indeed, as bonny a fay and brisk, Around his bosom, by a silken zone, A little bagpipe gracefully was bound, Whose pipes like hollow stalks of silver shone, The glist'ring tiny avenues of sound; Beneath his arm the windy bag, full-blown, Heaved up its purple like an orange round, And only waited orders to discharge Call to thine house the light-heel'd men, that run Of lofty voice, enough a drum to drown, And publish, far and near, this famous proclamation: Let them proclaim, with voice's loudest tone, Its sky at large. Shall merry sports be held in Anster Loan, He wav'd his hand to Maggie, as she sat Amaz'd and startled on her carved chair; Then took his petty feather-garnish'd hat In honour to the lady from his hair, And made a bow so dignifiedly flat, That Mag was witched with his beauish air. At last he spoke, with voice so soft, so kind, lin'd: Lady! be not offended that I dare, Intruding on a maiden's solitude. Nay, do not be alarm'd, thou lady fair! For, spleens their heads. as conceal'd in this clay-house of mine, I overheard thee in a lowly voice, Weighing thy lovers' merits, with design Now on the worthiest lad to fix thy choice, up-bolted from my paltry shrine, Ihave To give thee, sweet-ey'd lass, my best advice; For by the life of Oberon my king! With celebration notable and gay; And that a prize, than gold or precious stone First, on the loan shall ride full many an ass, With stout whip-wielding rider on his back, And pricking up his long ears at the crack; Horribly hobbling round, and straining hard for Then shall the pipers groaningly begin In squeaking rivalry their merry strain, And Innergelly woods shall ring again; Claim by an hum'rous tale possession of thy bed. To a ticklish Such are the wondrous tests, by which, my love! thing. And never shall good Tommy Puck permit The merits of thy husband must be tried, And he that shall in these superior prove (One proper husband shall the Fates provide), Shall from the loan with thee triumphant move Homeward, the jolly bridegroom and the bride, And at thy house shall eat the marriage-feast, What though his fields by twenty ploughs be split, When I'll pop up again!-Here Tommy Puck And golden wheat wave riches on his farms? surceast. He ceas'd, and to his wee mouth, dewy wet, Tingle the fire-ir'ns, poker, tongs, and grate, The tables and the chairs inanimate Wish they had muscles now to trip it high; Wave back and forwards at a wondrous rate, The window-curtains, touch'd with sympathy; Fork, knife, and trencher almost break their sloth, And caper on their ends upon the table-cloth. How then could Maggic, sprightly, smart, and young, Withstand that bagpipe's blithe awak'ning air? She,as her ear-drum caught the sounds, up-sprung Like lightning, and despis'd her idle chair, And into all the dance's graces flung The bounding members of her body fair; From nook to nook through all her room she tript, Men skill'd to hop o'er dikes and ditches; all They took each man his staff into his hand; They button'd round their bellies close their coats; They flew divided through the frozen land;Were never seen such swiftly-trav'ling Scots! Nor ford, slough, mountain, could their speed withstand; Such fleetness have the men that feed on oats! And whirl'd like whirligig, and reel'd, and bobb'd, | They skirr'd, they flounder'd through the sleets and skipt. At last the little piper ceas'd to play, And deftly bow'd, and said, "My dear, goodnight;" Then in a smoke evanish'd clean away, As breaks soap-bubble which a boy in play Whereat the furions lady's wriggling feet Forgot to patter in such pelting wise, And down she gladly sunk upon her seat, Fatigu'd and panting from her exercise; She sat and mus'd awhile, as it was meet, On what so late had occupied her eyes; Then to her bedroom went, and doff'd her gown, 'And laid upon her couch her charming person down. Some say that Maggie slept so sound that night, and snows, Th' injunction echoing rung, so strict and strange Next, shall th' advent'rous men, that dare to try to hear. But when the silver-harness'd steeds, that draw Immediately from bed she rose, (such awe Of Tommy press'd her soul with anxious weight,) And donn'd her tissued fragrant morning vest, And to fulfil his charge her earliest care addrest. Straight to her house she tarried not to call Her messengers and heralds swift of foot,— Their bodies' springiness in hempen case, Put on their bags, and, with ridic'lous bound, And sweat and huge turmoil, pass lab'ring o'er the ground. "Then shall the pipers, gentlemen o' the drone, Their pipes in gleesome competition screw, And grace, with loud solemnity of groan, Each his invented tune to th' audience new; Last shall each witty bard, to whom is known The craft of Helicon's rhyme-jingling crew, His story tell in good poetic strains, And make his learned tongue the midwife to his brains. "And he whose tongue the wittiest tale shall tell, | Plung'd deep into a sack his precious body, Whose bagpipe shall the sweetest tune resound, And school'd it for the race, and hopp'd around Whose heels, tho' clogg'd with sack, shall jump | his study. it well, Whose ass shall foot with fleetest hoof the ground. Such was the sore preparatory care He who from all the rest shall bear the bell, With victory in every trial crown'd, He (mark it, lads!) to Maggie Lauder's house Of all th' ambitious that for April sigh: That for Who hardly can forsake their easy-chair, his spouse." To take, abroad, farewell of sun and sky, Nor e'er, before or since, the long-car'd brute content. TAMMY LITTLE. Wee Tammy Little, honest man! He was sae slender and sae wee, That aye when blasts did blaw, A meikle stane the wee bit man When he did chance within a wood, And aye he, wi' an aiken cud, The air did thump and beat, Up to their nests for meat. Ae day, when in a barn he lay, And thrashers thrang were thair, And nae man could tell whair. They lookit till the riggin' up, And round and round they lookit, Ance as big Samuel passed him by, His wife and he upon ane day And up she took the bellowses, As wild as wife could be; She gave ane puff intill his face, And made him, like a feather, Flee frae the tae side o' the house, Resoundin' till the tither! Ae simmer e'en, when as he through By three braid leaves, blawn aff the trees, A tirl o' wind the three braid leaves Ane strack him sair on the back-neck, For, as he cam slow-daunderin' doun, There cam a blast frae Kelly-law, It liftit Tammy aff his feet, Mair easy than a shavin', And hurl'd him half-a-mile complete Hie up 'tween earth and heaven. That day puir Tammy had wi' stanes No ballasted his body, So that he flew, maist like a shot, Ower corn-land and ower cloddy. You've seen ane tumbler on a stage, And whan the whirly-wind gave ower But, by a wonderfu' good luck, His head kept peepin' out. But Gaffer Glowr-weel, when he saw It took five masons near an hour A' riving at the lum Wi' picks, (he was sae jamm'd therein,) Ere Tammy out could come. As for his basket-weel I wat, The blast took up the body's creel Richt ower the Firth's braid flood. And whan the cloud did melt awa, Then, then the creel cam' doun, And fell'd the toun-clerk o' Dunbar E'en in his ain gude toun; The clerk stood yelpin' on the street, At some bit strife that stirr'd him, Doun cam' the creel, and to the yird It dang him wi' a dirdom! THE EPITAPH FOR TAMMY. O Earth! O Earth! if thou hast but O grant the graff to Tammy's corp, And press thou light on him, now dead, ODE TO PEACE. Daughter of God! that sits on high, Sweet Peace! shall ne'er again |