THE EPITAPH. Tom Samfou's weel-worn clay here lies,', Ye canting Zealots, spare him ! If Honest Worth in Heaven rise, Ye'll mend or win near him.. PER CONTRA.. Go, Fame, an? canter like a filly : Thro'a'the ftreets anneuks o' Killie, * Tell ev'ry social honeft billie.. To cease his grievin, For yet, un kaith'd by Death's gleg gullie, Tam Samson's livin! * Killie is a phrase the country-folks sometimes use for the Dame of a certain town in the Welt... 1 The following POEM will, by many Readers, . be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added, to give some account of the principal Charms and Spells of that night, fo big with Pro. phecy to the Peasantry in the West of Scotland. The paffion of prying into Futurity makes a striking part of the Hiftory of Human Nature, in its rude ftate, in all ages and nations; aud it may be fome entertainment to a philofophic mind, if any such should honour the Author with a perusal, to see the remains of it, among the more unenlightened in our own. HAL L0 W E E N. Yes! let the Rich deride, the Proud disdain GOLDSMITH. I. : UPON PON that night when Fairies, light On sprightly courfers prance; Beneath the moon's pale beams; To sport that night. *Is thought to be a night when Witches, Devils, and other mischief-making beings, are all abroad, on their baneful, midsight errands; particularly, those aerial people, the Fairies, are said on that night, to hold a grand Anniversary. + Certain little, romantic, rockey, green bills, in the neighbourhood of the ancient seat of the Earls of Caffilis. I A noted cavern near Colean-house, called the Cove of Colean; which, as well as Caflilis Dowoans, is famed, in couotry story, for being a favourite haunt of Fairies. II. Where Duon rins, wimplin, clear, An shook bis Carrick spear, Together did convene, Fu' blythe that night,: ITI. Mair braw than when they're fine; Hearts leal, an' warm an 'kin': The.lads sae trig, wi’ wooer-babs, - Weel knotted on their garten, Some unco blate, an' some wi' gabs, Gar laffes bearts gang ftartin, Whyles fast at night. IV. Their stocks † maun a' be faught aince; * The fangous family of that name, the ancestors of Roos DLRT the great Deliverer of his country, were Earls of: Carrick + The first ceremony of Halloween is, pulling each a Slock, or plaat of kail. They must go out, haad in hand, They steek, their een, an' grape an' wale For muckle anes, an' ftraught anes ; An' wander'd thro' the Bow-kail, , Sae bow't that night. Then, fraught or crooked, yird or nane, They roar an' cry a throu’ther; The vera wee-things, toddlin, rin, Wi' stocks out-owre their fhouiber: Wi jocteleg's they tafte theni; To lie that night, VI. To pou their stalks o' corn*; a llalk of Oats. If the third slalk wants the top-pickle, * timas, |