ADDRESS TO THE TOOTHACHE "Tis not the surging billow's roar, Farewell, old Coila's hills and dales, Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! Address to the Toothache.1 My curse upon your venom'd stang, Wi' gnawing vengeance, When fevers burn, or agues freeze us, But thee-thou hell o' a' diseases- Adown my beard the slavers trickle, 1 Dated by Mr Scott Douglas in 1786-87, as it is found written on the fly-leaf of a copy of the Kilmarnock a ear. edition. Currie's text differs in one or two small points. 2 "kick" is Cunningham's reading. While round the fire the giglets keckle,* An', raving mad, I wish a heckle е In a' the numerous human dools, d g_ The tricks o' knaves, or fashh o' fools, Where'er that place be priests ca' hell, Thou, TOOTHACHE, surely bear'st the bell, O thou grim, mischief-making chiel, Gie a' the faes o' SCOTLAND's weal A towmond's1 toothache! Lines on Meeting with Lord Daer.' THIS Wot ye all whom it concerns, October twenty-third, A ne'er-to-be-forgotten day, Sae far I sprackl'dm up the brae, I dinner'd wi' a Lord. ON MEETING LORD DAER I've been at drucken writers' feasts, I've even join'd the honour'd jorum, But wi' a Lord!-stand out my shin, Up higher yet, my bonnet! But O for Hogarth's magic pow'r! с I sidling shelter'd in a nook, An' at his Lordship steal't a look, Like some portentous omen; I marked nought uncommon. I watch'd the symptoms o' the Great, Then from his Lordship I shall learn, • over six feet. b wild stare. • gazing stupidly. d wooden bridle. Nae honest, worthy man need care For he but meets a brother. Masonic Song.1 Tune-" Shawn-boy," or "Over the water to Charlie." YE sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie, Your thrifty old mother has scarce such another I've little to say, but only to pray, A As praying's the ton of your fashion; prayer from the Muse you well may excuse Ye powers who preside o'er the wind and the tide, Who formed this frame with beneficent aim, Whose sovereign statute is order : Within this dear mansion, may wayward Contention Or withered Envy ne'er enter; May secrecy round be the mystical bound, And brotherly Love be the centre ! Tam Samson's Elegy.2 "An honest man's the noblest work of God."-POPE. When this worthy old sportsman went out, last muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian's phrase, the last of his fields,' and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.-R. B., 1787. HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? 1 Perhaps of Oct. 26, 1787. ⚫ twisted. 2 Semple of Beltree, in his elegy on Habbie Simpson, again supplies the model. The piece first appeared in the edition of 1787. 8 A certain preacher, a great favourite with the million. Vide 'The Ordination,' stanza ii.-R. B. TAM SAMSON'S ELEGY Or Robertson1 again grown weel, To preach an' read? "Na, waur than a'!" cries ilka chiel,a Kilmarnock lang may grunt an' grane,b To Death she's dearly pay'd the kane®- The Brethren, o' the mystic 'level' Death's gien the Lodge an unco devel1; But now he lags on Death's 'hog-score- Now safe the stately sawmont sail, And trouts bedropp'd wi' crimson hail, |