"You have heard of the Danish boy's whistle of

wood?

I wish that that Danish boy's whistle were mine."

"And what would you do with it? - tell me," she said,

While an arch smile played over her beautiful face.

"I would blow it," he answered; "and then my fair maid

Would fly to my side, and would here take her place."

"Is that all you wish it for? That may be yours Without any magic," the fair maiden cried: "A favor so slight one's good nature secures;"

And she playfully seated herself by his side.

Consider, lad, how folks will crack, And what a great affair they'll mak' O' naething but a simple smack,

That's gi'en or ta'en before folk. Behave yoursel' before folk, Behave yoursel' before folk, Nor gi'e the tongue o' old and young Occasion to come o'er folk.

I'm sure wi' you I've been as free
As ony modest lass should be;
But yet it doesna do to see

Sic freedom used before folk.
Behave yoursel' before folk,
Behave yoursel' before folk,
I'll ne'er submit again to it;

So mind you that - before folk!
Ye tell me that my face is fair :
It may be sae- I dinna care-
But ne'er again gar't blush so sair
As ye hae done before folk.
Behave yoursel' before folk,
Behave yoursel' before folk,

Nor heat my cheeks wi' your mad freaks,
But aye be douce before folk!

Ye tell me that my lips are sweet :
Sic tales, I doubt, are a' deceit ;-
At ony rate, it's hardly meet

To prie their sweets before folk.
Behave yoursel' before folk,
Behave yoursel' before folk,
Gin that's the case, there's time and place,
But surely no before folk!

But gin ye really do insist
That I should suffer to be kissed,
Gae get a license frae the priest,

And mak' me yours before folk!
Behave yoursel' before folk,
Behave yoursel' before folk,

And when we 're ane, baith flesh and bane,
Ye may tak' ten before folk!

ALEXANDER RODGER.

BEHAVE YOURSEL BEFORE FOLK.

BEHAVE yoursel' before folk,

Behave yoursel' before folk,

And dinna be sae rude to me,

As kiss me sae before folk.

It wouldna give me meikle pain,
Gin we were seen and heard by nane,
To tak' a kiss, or grant you ane;

But gudesake! no before folk.
Behave yoursel' before folk,
Behave yoursel' before folk,
Whate'er you do when out o' view,
Be cautious aye before folk!

THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS

LOVE.

COME live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals,
And will I make thee beds of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies;