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Langfyne, indeed, (as now in climes Where priests, for filler, pardon crimes,) The kintry 'round in Popish rhimes
Did pray and graen; But customs vary wi' the times,
Rang'd 'round a bleezing ingle-side, Where nowther cauld nor hunger bide, The farmer's house, wi' secret pride,
Will a' conveen; For that day's wark is thrawn afide
Plac'd at their head the gude-wife fits, And deals 'round apples, pears, and nits ; Synes tells her guests, how, at fic bits
Where she has been, Bogles ha'e gart fowk tyne their wits
Griev'd, she recounts, how, bi mischance,
Upon the green,
Syne, issu'd frae the gardy-chair, (For that's the seat of empire there,)
To kuir the table wi' what's rare,
Commands are gi'en; That'a' fu' daintily may fare
And when they've tuim'd ilk heaped plate, And a' things are laid out o' gate, To ken their matrimonial mate,
The youngsters, keen, Search a' the dark decrees o' Fate
A' things prepar'd in order due,
At whilk, bedeen,
Ithers, mi' fome uncanny gift,
Wi' charms between,
But, 'twere a langsome tale to tell The gates o’ilka charm and spell : Aince, gaun to saw hemp-feed himsel'
Puir Jock M.Lean, Plump in a filthy peat.pot fell,
Haff-felld wi' fear, and drooked weel, He frae the mire dught hardly speel; But, frae that time, the filly chiel'
Did never grien To cast his cantrips wi' the De’il,
O Scotland! fam'd for scenes like this,
Shall fteck their ein,
E P S T L E
Mr. WALTER RUDDIMAN*
Here, honeit Wattie, may be seen
I do assure ye,
WP a' their fury.
* The Silver Gun, Hallow-e'en, &c. were severally inserted in the Edinburgh Weekly Amusement; 10 the Publisher of which, this Epistle, which is a short encomium on these pieces, is addressed, vol. xliv.
His witty sang, wi' jokes fae fu', Slides juift awa like weel-teas'd woo, Sae tight and easy, faith there's few
Now in our day, Can chauut sae blithe, or fing fae true
To Ramsay's lay.
As I had got ye’r Magazine,
And bless'd the lad
Wi' tidings glad.
How pleas'd was I sae eith to trace
And read it o'er,
And gow'd galore.
How happily ilk shepherd reads
Do gladly hear
To them sae dear:
They now expect ye'll ling sae rare, And oft describe a Whitsun' Fair,