How would your spirits groan in deep vexation, And agonizing, curse the time and place Men, three-parts made by Tailors and by Barbers, NEW BRIG. Now haud you there! for faith ye've said enough, In all the pomp of ignorant conceit; Men wha grew wise priggin ower hops an' raisins, And would to Common-sense, for once betray'd them, What farther clishmaclaver might been said, What bloody wars, if sprites had blood to shed, No man can tell; but all before their sight, A fairy train appear'd in order bright: Adown the glittering stream they featly danced; Bright to the moon their various dresses glanced; They footed o'er the wat'ry glass so neat, The infant ice scarce bent beneath their feet: While arts of minstrelsy among them rung, And soul-ennobling Bards heroic ditties sung. Ohad M'Laughlan,* thairm-inspiring sage, Been there to hear this heavenly band engage, When through his dear Strathspeys they bore with HighJand rage; * A well known performer of Scottish music on the viol Or when they struck old Scotia's melting airs, While simple melody pour'd moving on the heart. The Genius of the Stream in front appears, Next follow'd Courage with his martial stride, A female forin,* came from the tow'rs of Stair; Last, white-rob'd Peace, crown'd with a hazel wreath, The broken iron instruments of Death; At sight of whom our Sprites forgat their kindling wrath. THE VISION. DUAN FIRST.† THE sun had clos'd the winter day, * The Poet here alludes to a Mrs. Stewart, who was then in possession of Stair. She afterwards removed to Aftonlodge on the banks of the Afton, a stream which she subsequently celebrated in a song entitled, "Afton Water."-Ed. + Duan, a term of Ossian's for the different divisions of a digressive poem. See his Cath-Loda, vol. ii. of Macpherson's nslation. An' hunger'd maukin ta'en her way While faithless snaws ilk step betray The thrasher's weary flingin-tree Ben i' the spence, right pensivelie, There, lanely, by the ingle-cheek, All in this mottie, misty clime, Had I to guid advice but harkit, My cash account: While here, half mad, half fed, half sarkit, I started, mutt'ring, blockhead! coof! Or some rash aith, That I henceforth would be a rhyme proof Till my last breath When click! the string the sneck did draw: And jee! the door gaed to the wa' An' by my ingle-lowe I saw, Now bleezin bright, A tight, outlandish Hizzie, braw, Come full in sight. Ye need nae doubt, I held my whisht The infant aith, half-form'd was crusht I glow'rd as eerie's I'd been dusht, In some wild glen; When sweet, like modest Worth, she blusht, Green, slender, leaf-clad holly-boughs An' come to stop those reckless vows, A "hair-brain'd sentimental trace," A wildly-witty, rustic grace Shone full upon her; Her eye, ev'n turn'd on empty space, Beam'd keen with Honour. Down flow'd her robe, a Tartan sheen, Could only peer it; Sae straught, sae taper, tight and clean, Her Mantle large, of greenish hue, Deep lights and shades, bold-mingling, threw And seem'd, to my astonish'd view, A well known land. Here, rivers in the sea were lost; There, mountains to the skies were tost; Here, tumbling billows mark'd the coast, With surging foam; There distant shone Art's lofty boast, The lordly dome. Here Doon pour'd down his far-fetch'd floods, There, well-fed Irvine stately thuds; Auld hermit Ayr staw thro' his woods, On to the shore; And many a lesser torrent scuds, With seeming roar. By stately tow'r or palace fair, Bold stems of heroes, here and there, Some seem'd to muse, some seem'd to dare, My heart did glowing transport feel, And brandish round the deep-dy'd stcel While back-recoiling seem'd to reel His Country's Saviour,† mark him well; And He whom ruthless Fates expel There, where a sceptr'd Pictish shadell Thro' many a wild romantic grove,¶ *The Wallaces. t William Wallace. Adam Wallace, of Richardton, cousin to the immortal preserver of Scottish Independence. Wallace, laird of Cragie, who was second in command, under Douglas, earl of Ormond, at the famous battie on the banks of Sark, fought anno 1448. That glorious victory Das principally owing to the judicious conduct and intrepid valour of the gallant laird of Cragie, who died of his wounds after the action. Coilus, king of the Picts, from whom the district of Kyle is said to take its name, lies buried, as tradition says, near the family-seat of the Montgomeries of Coil's-field, where his burial-place is still shown. Barskimming, the seat of the late Lord Justice C VOL. I. G |