EPISTLE TO THE HON. DUNCAN FORBES, LORD ADVOCATE. Shut in a closet six feet square, Frae best o' men, like you. You wha in kittle casts o' state, Can right what is dung wrang; How mony, your reverse, unblest, I've seen a wean aft vex itsell, Sic bairns are some, blawn up a wee They ower the pows o' poor fouk stride, Thinking this height their ain. Now should ane speer, at sic a puff, Or fifty dishes on your table? Or heaps o' glancing cunzie? Are these the things thou ca's thysell? In courts or camps to serve your nation, In duty, wi' delight, to you While you're the maist deny'd; This to set aff as I am able, And tho' it be a bairn o' Motte's,* "Twa books, near neighbours in a shop, The tither's face was weather-beaten, Curl'd up his nose, and thus cried out : * Mons. la Motte, who has written lately a curious Collection of Fables, from which the following is imitated. J 'Ah! place me on some fresher binks : Quoth grey-beard, Whisht, sir, wi' your din; I doubt if ye be worth within: I winna stay ae moment langer.' 'My lord, please to command your anger; Pray only let me tell you that' 'What wad this insolent be at? Rot out your tongue-pray, Master Symmer, Remove me frae this dinsome rhymer: If you regard your reputation, And us o' a distinguish'd station. Hence frae this beast let me be hurried, He up douse Stanza lifts, and eyes him, But reading title o' gilt cleathing, Cries, 'Gods! wha buys this bonny naithing? Now, sir, t'apply what we've invented, And, may your servant hope My lay shall merit your regardI'll thank the gods for my reward, And smile at ilka fop. FAMILIAR EPISTLES BETWEEN LIEUTENANT WILLIAM HAMIL TON* AND ALLAN RAMSAY. EPISTLE I. Gilbertfield, June 26, 1719. Oh famed and celebrated Allan ! Renowned Ramsay, canty callan, There's nowther Highlandman nor Lawlan, But may as soon ding down Tamtallan,† For ten times ten, and that's a hunder, Wherefore I'll soberly knock under, Of poetry the hail quintessence Thou hast suck'd up, left nae excrescence Tho' round thy stool They may pick crumbs, and lear some lessons Tho' Ben‡ and Dryden of renown, "Twad be a pingle, Whilk o' you three wad gar words sound, * [William Hamilton of Gilbertfield, near Glasgow. This gentleman was by some years Ramsay's predecessor, and in some degree his model, in Scottish verse. He published some pieces in "Watson's Collection of Scots Poems," 1706, and afterwards gave to the world a familiar paraphrase of "Blind Harry's Wallace," which has ever since had great popularity. The above epistles have some interest as the prototypes of those addressed by Burns to his friends Lapraik, Smith, and Sillar.] † An old fortification upon the Firth of Forth, in East Lothian. The celebrated Ben Jonson. Transform'd may I be to a rat, Of this our age, Since thou may'st fairly claim to that Let modern poets bear the blame, And send them a' right sneaking hame Wha bourds wi' thee had need be wary, Which come from thy poetic quarry As sharp as swords. Now, tho' I should baith reel and rottle, At E'nburgh we sall hae a bottle O' reaming claret, Gin that my haff-pay† siller shottle At crambo then we'll rack our brain, Wow, wow! but we's be wonder fain, *Scots Ramsay press'd hard, and sturdily vaunted, B. SESS. OF POETS. ↑ He held his commission honourably in my Lord Hyndford's regiment. And may the stars, who shine aboon, Be to my friend auspicious soon, |