I quarter-peck of malt. 2 one leg shorter than the other. 3 a round of cheese. 4 cannot. LASS, GIN YE LO'E ME. I HA'E laid a herring in saut, I've a house on yonder muir, Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me now! I've a hen wi' a happity leg2, Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me now! And I winna come ony mair to woo. JOHN LOGAN. 1748-1788. More than one serious charge remains to darken the fame of the whilom friend of Michael Bruce, nevertheless he is entitled to consideration as a man of no small powers. The son of a farmer at Soutra, in Midlothian, he was educated at Edinburgh University, and became one of the ministers of Leith. In his volume of poems published in 1781, he included the "Ode to the Cuckoo" and a number of "paraphrases," or metrical versions of scripture, which on strong evidence are claimed as the productions of Michael Bruce and others. Perhaps the strongest proof against Logan is that he included in his volume two paraphrases-the second and eighteenth of the present authorised version-which had been published in the provisional edition of the "Scottish Paraphrases" in 1745. Bruce is known to have "improved" these two paraphrases for the singing class of his native village in 1764, and the presumption is that Logan, unaware of their real origin, annexed them along with the others in Bruce's MS., which he destroyed. Logan was one of those appointed to revise the Paraphrases for the Church of Scotland, and he succeeded in inserting several under his own name. His most ambitious production was the tragedy or drama of "Runnimede,” which was acted, but without much success, in Edinburgh. As in the case of John Home, this connection with the stage raised an outcry against him as a minister. At the same time certain personal excesses were alleged against him. He was forced accordingly to retire, and after a short career of literary adventure in London he died of a lingering illness. Several tragedies, lyrics, and lectures on history which he left in MS. have never been printed. Logan's tragedy of "Runnimede," like most of his authentic poetry, is lacking in force. His two volumes of "Sermons," however, were recommended by Sir Walter Scott, and are still read. Certainly by far his finest poem is "The Braes of Yarrow," though one verse, "She sought him east," &c., is borrowed from the ancient ballad of "Willie drowned in Yarrow." THE BRAES OF YARROW. THY braes were bonnie, Yarrow stream, He promised me a milk-white steed, To squire me to his father's towers; Sweet were his words when last we met; And gave a doleful groan through Yarrow. His mother from the window looked, His little sister weeping walked The greenwood path to meet her brother. No longer from thy window look- No longer seek him east or west, He fell a lifeless corpse in Yarrow. The tear shall never leave my cheek, And then with thee I'll sleep in Yarrow. And now with him she sleeps in Yarrow. * These four lines are borrowed from the old ballad, "Willie drowned in Yarrow." ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY. THE peace of Heaven attend thy shade, Ah! with what joy did I behold And feared no storm to blast thy bloom Untimely gone! for ever fled The roses of the cheek so red; Th' affection warm, the temper mild, Alas! the cheek where beauty glowed, And "dust to dust" the mourner cries. O from thy kindred early torn, |