well-nigh butchering stop, scare worst village second stomach, tobacco pouch (Author of Domestic Medicine) children poke Devil a thing last night rang, bone Devil a bit cabbage-stalk 'Sax thousand years are near-hand fled, Till ane Hornbook's ta'en up the trade, 'Ye ken Jock Hornbook i' the clachan— The weans haud out their fingers laughin', 'See, here's a scythe, and there's a dart- But Doctor Hornbook, wi' his art Has made them baith no worth a fart! "Twas but yestreen, nae farther gane, Wi' less, I'm sure, I've hundreds slain- It just play'd dirl on the bane, But did nae mair. 'Hornbook was by wi' ready art, 'I drew my scythe in sic a fury Withstood the shock; I might as weel hae tried a quarry 'E'en them he canna get attended, Altho' their face he ne'er had kenn'd it, Just sh in a kail-blade, and send it, As soon's he smells't, Baith their disease, and what will mend it, 'And then a' doctor's saws and whittles, Their Latin names as fast he rattles 'Calces o' fossils, earths, and trees; True sal-marinum o' the seas; The farina of beans and pease, He has❜t in plenty; Aqua-fortis, what you please, He can content ye. 'Forbye some new uncommon weapons, Urinus spiritus of capons; Or mite-horn shavings, filings, scrapings, Distill'd per se; Sal-alkali o' midge-tail clippings, And mony mae.' upset cabbage-leaf Besides more weaver by fists 'An honest wabster to his trade, aching slid quietly botts commotion pet-ewes Whase wife's twa nieves were scarce weel-bred, Gat tippence-worth to mend her head When it was sair; The wife slade cannie to her bed, 'A country laird had ta'en the batts, 'A bonnie lass, ye kenn'd her name, In Hornbook's care; Horn sent her aff to her lang hame, raised, belly A few miscellaneous poems remain to be quoted. These do not naturally fall into any of the major classes of Burns's work, yet are too struck beyond, twelve got us to our feet important either for their intrinsic worth or the light they throw on his character and genius to be omitted. The Elegies, of which he wrote many, following, as has been seen, the tradition founded by Sempill of Beltrees, may be exemplified by Tam Samson's Elegy and that on Captain Matthew Henderson. Special phases of Scottish patriotism are expressed in Scotch Drink, and the address To a Haggis; while more personal is A Bard's Epitaph. In this last we have Burns's summing up of his own character, and it closes with his recommendation of the virtue he strove after but could never attain. twisted worse, everybody groan weep alone clothe, child rent in kind TAM SAMSON'S ELEGY Has auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? To preach an' read? Kilmarnock lang may grunt an' grane, To death, she's dearly paid the kane,- |