And mourn, ye whirring paitrick brood! Mourn, sooty coots, and speckled teals! Ye duck and drake, wi' airy wheels Ye bitterns, till the quagmire reels, Rair for his sake! 1 Roar Mourn, clam'ring craiks at close o' day, landrails Tell thae far warlds, wha lies in clay Ye houlets, frae your ivy bower, Wail through the dreary midnight hour O rivers, forests, hills, and plains! But tales of wo? And frae my e'en the drapping rains Maun ever flow. owls frightful stare lively receive Mourn, Spring, thou darling of the year! Thy gay, green, flowery tresses shear Thou, Autumn, wi' thy yellow hair, Wide o'er the naked world declare The worth we've lost! Mourn him, thou Sun, great source of light! For through your orbs he's ta'en his flight, O Henderson! the man the brother! And art thou gone, and gone for ever? And hast thou crossed that unknown river, Life's dreary bound? Like thee, where shall I find another, The world around? Go to your sculptured tombs ye great, 1 But by thy honest turf I'll wait, Thou man of worth, And weep the ae best fellow's fate THE EPITAPH. Stop, passenger!-my story's brief, I tell nae common tale o' grief - If thou uncommon merit hast, Yet spurned at Fortune's door, man, A look of pity hither cast For Matthew was a poor man. If thou a noble sodger art, That passest by this grave, man, There moulders here a gallant heartFor Matthew was a brave man. If thou on men, their works and ways, Here lies wha weel had won thy praise- If thou at Friendship's sacred ca' For Matthew was a kind man. If thou art stanch without a stain, Like the unchanging blue, man, This was a kinsman o' thy ain For Matthew was a true man. If thou hast wit, and fun, and fire, For Matthew was a queer man. If ony whiggish whingin' sot, To blame poor Matthew dare, man, May dool and sorrow be his lot! fellow peevish TAM O' SHANTER. A TALE. "Of brownyis and of bogilis full is this buke." According to the recital of Gilbert Burns, Tam o' Shanter originated thus: "When my father feued his little property near Alloway Kirk, the wall of the church-yard had gone to ruin, and cattle had free liberty of pasture in it. My father and two or three neighbours joined in an application to the town-council of Ayr, who were superiors of the adjoining land, for liberty to rebuild it, and raised by subscription a sum for enclosing this ancient cemetery with a wall: hence he came to consider it as his burial-place, and we learned that reverence for it people generally have for the burial-place of their ancestors. My brother was living in Ellisland, when Captain Grose, on his peregrinations through Scotland, stayed some time at Carse House in the neighbourhood, with Captain Robert Riddel of Glenriddel, a particular friend of my brother's. The antiquary and the poet were • unco pack and thick thegither.' Robert requested of Captain Grose, when he should come to Ayrshire, that he would make a drawing of Alloway Kirk, as it was the burial-place of his father, where he himself had a sort of claim to lay down his bones when they should be no longer serviceable to him; and added, by way of encouragement, that it was the scene of many a good story of witches and apparitions, of which he knew the captain was very fond. The captain agreed to the request, provided the poet would furnish a witch-story, to be printed along with it. Tam o' Shanter was produced on this occasion, and was first published in Grose's Antiquities of Scotland." "The poem," says Mr. Lockhart, "was the work of one day." road WHEN chapman billies leave the street, fellows |