« PredošláPokračovať »
THE AMERICAN WAR.
When Guildford good our pilot stood,
And did our helm thraw, man,
Ae night, at tea, began a plea,
Then up they gat the maskin-pat,
Then thro' the lakes Montgomery takes,
And Carleton did ca', man;
But yet, what-reck, he, at Quebec,
Montgomery-like did fa', man,
Wi' sword in hand, before his band,
Poor Tammy Gage, within a cage,
Till Willie Howe took o'er the knowe
For Philadelphia, man;
Wi' sword an' gun he thought a sin
Burgoyne gaed up, like spur an' whip,
Then Montague, an' Guilford, too,
Began to fear a fa', man;
And Sackville dour, wha stood the stoure,
For Paddy Burke, like ony Turk,
An' Charlie Fox threw by the box,
Then Rockingham took up the game,
Till death did on him ca', man;
When Shelburne meek held up his cheek,
Conform to gospel law, man;
Saint Stephen's boys, wi' jarring noise,
An' bore him to the wa', man.
Then clubs an' hearts were Charlie's cartes,
Led him a sair faux pas, man;
Behind the throne then Grenville's gone,
An' Chatham's wraith, in heavenly graith, (Inspired Bardies saw, man)
Wi' kindling eyes cry'd Willie, rise! 'Would I hae fear'd them a', man?'
But, word an' blow, North, Fox, and Co., Gowff'd Willie like a ba', man,
Till Suthron raise, and coost their claise
Behind him in a raw, man;
An' Caledon threw by the drone,
An' did her whittle draw, man;
An' swoor fu' rude, thro' dirt an' blood
"The page of Burns," Campbell observes, " contains a lively image of contemporary life, and the country from which he sprung." Dr. Blair said something not unlike this when he remarked of this poem "6 Burns's politics smell of the smithy." To understand the allusion of the critic, the reader would require to be acquainted, as no doubt many are, with the scene which a country smithy presents,
"When ploughmen gather wi' their graith,"
and ale, politics, and parish scandal are all alike carefully discussed. The forge is small, and all within it is black, save the fire, which, awakened by a pair of large bellows, blazes bright, while the blacksmith anxiously heaps the glowing coals over the sock which he wishes to weld, or the coulter he has to sharpen, and drops in a word now and then in the conversation maintained among his customers and auditors. All at once out comes the blazing iron from the fire-flash after flash passes over the faces of the gathered groups-the quick clang of hammers is heard-the smithy darkens down as the iron cools, and when it is restored to the fire for another heat, the controversy of tongues is renewed, and so the evening passes. Blair intimated by his remark that the opinions of the Poet respecting the American war were unstatesmanlike, and only worthy of rude, ready-witted ploughmen.
THE DEAN OF FACULTY.
A NEW BALLAD.
DIRE was the hate at old Harlaw,
Or were more in fury seen, Sir,
Than 'twixt Hal and Bob for the famous jobWho should be Faculty's Dean, Sir.
This Hal for genius, wit, and lore,
And won his heart's desire;
Which shews that heaven can boil the pot,
Squire Hal besides had in this case
Pretensions rather brassy,
For talents to deserve a place
Are qualifications saucy;