But now his Honour maun detach, Fast, fast, this day. XI. See, see auld Orthodoxy's faes She's swingein thro' the city; Hark, how the nine-tail'd cat she plays! I vow its unco pretty : There, Learning, with his Greekish face, And Common Sense is gaun, she says, To mak to Jamie Beattie Her plaint this day. XII. But there's Morality himsel, Embracing all opinions; Hear, how he gies the tither yell, Between his twa companions; See, how she peels the skin an' fell, As ane were peelin onions! Now there!-they're packed aff to hell, And banish'd our dominions, Henceforth this day. XIII. O happy day! rejoice, rejoice! Shall here nae mair find quarter : By th' head some day. XIV. Come, bring the tither mutchkin in, We'll light a spunk, and ev'ry skin We'll rin them aff in fusion Like oil, some day. New-light is a cant phrase in the west of Scotland, for those religious opinions which Dr Taylor of Norwich has defended so strenuously. THE CALF. TO THE REVEREND. MR On his Text MALACHI, ch. iv. ver. 2. "And they shall 66 go forth, and grow up, like CALVES of the stall.” RIGHT, Sir! your text I'll prove it true, And should some Patron be so kind, I doubt na, Sir, but then we'll find, But, if the Lover's raptur'd hour Forbid it, ev'ry heavenly Pow'r, You e'er should be a Stot! Tho' when some kind, connubial Dear, Your but-and-ben adorns, The like has been that you may wear A noble head of horns. And in your lug, most reverend J- Few men o' sense will doubt your claims And when ye're number'd wi' the dead Below a grassy hillock, Wi' justice they may mark your head Here lies a famous Bullock ! ADDRESS ΤΟ THE DEIL. "O Prince! O Chief of many throned Pow'rs, MILTON. O THOU! whatever title suit thee, Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd under hatches, Spairges about the brunstane cootie, To scaud poor wretches! Hear me, auld Hangie, for a wee, Ev'n to a Deil, |