EPIGRAM TO AN ARTIST Sae sweetly move her genty limbs, My lady's dink, my lady's drest, Epigram at Roslin Inn.1 My blessings on ye, honest wife! Ye've wealth o' gear for spoon and knife— Heav'n keep you clear o' sturt and strife, Till far ayont fourscore, And while I toddle on thro' life, I'll ne'er gae by your door! Epigram addressed to an Artist.2 DEAR I'll gie ye some advice, You'll tak it no uncivil: ⚫ neat. b trouble. 1 Probably this how was visited during an excursion from Edinburgh, Burns rambling in company with Nasmyth, the painter. The editions vary a good deal in the wording of the Epigram. In the e ticklish. second last line Chambers has "And by the Lord o' death an' life." 2 The artist is pictor ignotus. 3 al. "Wi' Auld Nick there's less danger." A BOTTLE AND FRIEND The Book-worms.1 THROUGH and through th' inspir'd leaves, On Elphinstone's Translation of O THOU whom Poesy abhors, Whom Prose has turnèd out of doors, Heard'st thou yon groan ?-proceed no further, Song-A Bottle and Friend. "There's nane that's blest of human kind, HERE'S a bottle and an honest friend! Wha kens, before his life may end, Then catch the moments as they fly, Believe me, happiness is shy, And comes not aye when sought, man. 1 Nothing is related as to the name of the Bibliophilistine. 2 Certainly Elphinstone deserves the worst that can be said of him. 3 A noteless ditty. EPITAPH FOR WILLIAM MICHIE Lines Written under the Picture of the Celebrated Miss Burns.1 CEASE, ye prudes, your envious railing, True it is, she had one failing, Had a woman ever less? Epitaph for William Nicol, of the YE maggots, feed on Nicol's brain, Epitaph for Mr William Michie.R Schoolmaster of Cleish Parish, Fifeshire. HERE lie Willie Michie's banes, O Satan, when ye tak him, 1 Miss Burns's was "Jennie's case." 2 This ruffianly pedant, an Usher at the High School, was a great crony of Burns. Scott calls him an excellent classical scholar" (of which Sir Walter, as a Greekless boy, was no judge), "and an admirable convivial humourist (which latter quality recommended him to the friendship of Burns), but worthless, drunken, and inhumanly cruel to the boys under his charge. He carried his feud against the Rector within an inch of assassination, for he waylaid and knocked him down in the dark." Scott designates Nicol "a savage fellow." The anecdote of Scott, as a boy, pinning a modified line from the Aneid on Nicol's coat-tails, proves that he did not fear the ruffian, but the 3 Michie is unknown to fame. ADDRESS TO WM. TYTLER Boat Song.-Hey, Ca' Thro'.1 UP wi' the carls o' Dysart, Chorus.-Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro', We hae tales to tell, An' we hae sangs to sing; We'll live a' our days, And them that comes behin', Let them do the like, An' spend the gear they win. Address to Wm. Tytler, Esq., With an Impression of the Author's Portrait.2 REVERED defender of beauteous Stuart, Of Stuart, a name once respected; A name, which to love was the mark of a true heart, 1 In part traditional. 2 Mr Tytler of Woodhouselee wrote a defence of Queen Mary. The poet professes his Jacobite sentiments, and is now sure that his ancestors wore the white cockade. The lines were sent early in May, 1787, with a copy of Beugo's engraving from Nasmyth's portrait of Burns, ADDRESS TO WM. TYTLER Tho' something like moisture conglobes in my eye, A poor friendless wand'rer may well claim a sigh, My fathers that name have rever'd on a throne: Those fathers would spurn their degenerate son, Still in prayers for King George I most heartily join, Be they wise, be they foolish, is nothing of mine; But why of that epocha make such a fuss, If bringing them over was lucky for us, But loyalty truce! we're on dangerous ground; I send you a trifle, a head of a bard, But accept it, good Sir, as a mark of regard, Now life's chilly evening dim shades on your eye, But you, like the star that athwart gilds the sky, |