It should be mix'd with many an ardent prayer, It should be closely, well applied at last, THE ANNUITY. GEORGE OUTRAM. 'The little work from which "The Annuity" has been selected was printed, for private distribution only, by the late Mr. George Outram. It bears the unpromising title of Legal Lyrics, and Metrical Illustrations of the Scottish Forms of Process; but abounds in keen wit and rich humour, which force themselves on the appreciation even of readers whose misfortune it is to be born south of the Tweed, and to be unacquainted with the exquisitely simple forms and phrases of Scottish law.'—Wills. I GAED to spend a week in Fife An unco week it proved to be-- Lamentin' her viduity. Her grief brak out sae fierce and fell, I thought her heart wad burst the shell; I sell't her an annuity. F The bargain lookit fair eneugh— She just was turn'd o' saxty-three- But years have come, and years have gane, She's crined3 awa' to bane an' skin. She munches wi' her wizen'd gums, I read the tables drawn wi' care For an Insurance Company; Her chance o' life was stated there Wi' perfect perspicuity. But tables here or tables there, She's lived ten years beyond her share, An's like to live a dozen mair, To ca' for her annuity. I led her out, 'mang snaw and frost, But Deil ma' care-the blast gaed by, It just cost me a tooth, forbye1 If there's a sough" o' cholera Or typhus-wha sae gleg3 as she! She doesna need-she's fever proof- Ae day she fell-her arm she brak- It's cured!-She handles 't like a flail- But I'm a broken man mysel', Wi' her and her annuity. Her broozled flesh and broken banes, She beats the taeds that live in stanes, They die when they're exposed to airThey canna thole1 the atmosphere If mortal means could nick her thread, Sma' crime it wad appear to meCa't murder-or ca't homicide- I'd justify't-an' do it tae. But how to fell a wither'd wife That's carved out o' the tree o' life The timmer limmer daurs2 the knife I'd try a shot. But whar's the mark?- She's palsified-an' shakes her head Sae fast about, ye scarce can see't— She might be drown'd ;-bit go she'll not Or hang'd-if cord could grip a throat 1 Endure. 2 The wooden hussy dares. It's fitter far to hang the rope- Will puzion' do't It has been tried. It's needless to assail her doubts-` The Bible says the age o' man Threescore and ten perchance may be. She's ninety-four.-Let them wha can Explain the incongruity. She should hae lived afore the flood- She's some auld Pagan mummified She's been embalm'd inside and out- 1 Poison. |