LINES WRITTEN UNDER THE PICTURE OF MISS BURNS. [SEE PAGE 473-J CEASE, ye prudes, your envious railing, Lovely Burns has charms-confess : True it is, she had one failing, Had a woman ever less? ON MISS J. SCOTT, OF AYR. OH! had each Scot of ancient times EPIGRAM ON CAPTAIN FRANCIS GROSE, THE CELEBRATED ANTIQUARY. THE Devil got notice that Grose was a-dying, So whip! at the summons, old Satan came flying; But when he approach'd where poor Francis lay moaning, EPIGRAM ON ELPHINSTONE'S TRANSLATION OF MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS. O THOU whom Poetry abhors, Whom Prose had turned out of doors, Heard'st thou yon groan ?-proceed no further, 'Twas laurel'd Martial calling murther. EPITAPH ON A COUNTRY LAIRD, NOT QUITE SO WISE AS SOLOMON. BLESS Jesus Christ, O Cardoness, Who said that not the soul alone, For had he said, 'The soul alone Alas, alas! O Cardoness, Then thou hadst slept for ever! EPITAPH ON A NOISY POLEMIC. BELOW thir stanes lie Jamie's banes : Thou ne'er took such a bleth'rin' bitch EPITAPH ON WEE JOHNNY. Hic jacet wee Johnny. WHOE'ER thou art, O reader, know For saul he ne'er had ony. EPITAPH ON A CELEBRATED RULING ELDER. HERE Souter Hood in Death does sleep; To Hell, if he's gane thither, Satan, gie him thy gear to keep, He'll haud it weel thegither. EPITAPH FOR ROBERT AIKEN, ESQ. KNOW thou, O stranger to the fame Of this much lov'd, much honour'd name, EPITAPH FOR GAVIN HAMILTON, ESQ. THE poor man weeps-here Gavin sleeps, A BARD'S Is there a whim-inspired fool, EPITAPH. Is there a Bard of rustic song, EPITAPH ON A PERSON NICKNAMED 'THE MARQUIS,' WHO DESIKED BURNS TO WRITE ONE ON HIM. HERE lies a mock Marquis whose titles were shamm'd, EPITAPH ON WALTER R—— [RIDDEL]. Sic a miscreant slave, That the worms ev'n damn'd him When laid in his grave. 'In his flesh there's a famine,' 'An' his heart is rank poison,' ON AN INNKEEPER NAMED BACON, WHO INTRUDED HIMSELF INTO ALL COMPANIES. AT Brownhill we always get dainty good cheer, ADDRESSED TO A LADY WHOM THE AUTHOR FEARED HE HAD OFFENDED. RUSTICITY'S ungainly form May cloud the highest mind; But when the heart nobly warm, Propriety's cold cautious rules EPIGRAM. WHEN -, deceased, to the devil went down, LINES INSCRIBED ON A PLATTER. My blessings on ye, honest wife, I ne'er was here before : Ye've wealth o' gear for spoon and knife Heart could not wish for more. ΤΟ Heaven keep you clear of sturt and Till far ayont four score, |