The wretch that wad a tyrant own,

And the wretch his true-born brother, Who would set the mob aboon the throne, May they be damn'd together!

Who will not sing, "God save the King," Shall hang as high's the steeple ;.

But while we sing, "God save the King,” We'll ne'er forget the People!

A MAN'S A MAN FOR A' THAT

Is there, for honest poverty,

That hangs his head, an' a' that?
The coward-slave, we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that;
For a' that, an' a' that,

Our toils obscure, an' a' that;
The rank is but the guinea stamp;
The man's the gowd for a' that.

What tho' on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hodden-gray, an' a' that;

Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
A man's a man for a' that.

For a' that, an' a' that,

Their tinsel show, an' a' that; The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that.

Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that:
For a' that, an' a' that,

His riband, star, an' a' that,
The man o' independent mind,
He looks and laughs at a' that.

A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a' that;
But an honest man's aboon his might,
Guid faith he mauna fa' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,

Their dignities, an' a' that,

The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,
Are higher rank than a' that.

Then let us pray that come it may,
As come it will for a' that;

That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth,
May bear the gree, an' a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,

It's coming yet, for a' that,
That man to man, the warld o'er,
Shall brothers be for a' that.

NOTES

Page 1, line 3. Butler (Samuel, 1612-1680). Author of Hudibras (1663-1678), a mock-heroic poem satirizing Puritanism and popular in the court of Charles II. "It was, however, the scandal of the age, that though the king was lavish in promises, he never did anything to relieve Butler's poverty. 'He lived in poverty and obscurity for seventeen years after the first appearance of Hudibras. — EDMUND GOSSE, in Dictionary of National Biography.

"My first favorite books had been Hudibras and Tristram Shandy." Carlyle. Froude, Vol. I., p. 396.

1. 7. The inventor of a spinning-jenny. Even he―James Hargreaves (17-1778) - was driven from his home in Lancashire by a mob of spinners on the old-fashioned wheel, who feared they would be thrown out of employment by his invention.

1. 17. more than one splendid monument. For more information in regard to the monuments erected to the memory of Burns, see a well-illustrated article in the Art Journal, Vol. 49, p. 238.

The Life of

Page 2, line 4. the sixth narrative of his Life. Robert Burns. By J. G. Lockhart, LL.B. Edinburgh, 1828. There were even more than five before. "The four principal biographers of our poet, Heron, Currie, Walker, and Irving,”

O, WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST

TUNE "The Lass of Livingstone "

O, WERT thou in the cauld blast,
On yonder lea, on yonder lea,
My plaidie to the angry airt,

I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee.
Or did misfortune's bitter storms
Around thee blaw, around thee blaw,
Thy bield should be my bosom,
To share it a', to share it a'.

Or were I in the wildest waste,

Of earth and air, of earth and air,
The desert were a paradise,

If thou wert there, if thou wert there.

Or were I monarch o' the globe,

Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign,

The only jewel in my crown

Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.

JOHN ANDERSON MY JO

JOHN ANDERSON my jo, John,

When we were first acquent,