EPISTLE TO DAVIE They gie the wit of age to youth; Tho' losses an' crosses There's wit there, ye'll get there, But tent me, Davie, ace o' hearts! This life has joys for you and I; There's a' the pleasures o' the heart, Ye hae your Meg, your dearest part, It warms me, it charms me, O all ye Pow'rs who rule above! All hail! ye tender feelings dear! Long since, this world's thorny ways Fate still has blest me with a friend, And oft a more endearing band- It lightens, it brightens To meet with, and greet with O, how that name inspires my style! The ready measure rins as fine, And then he'll hilch, and stilt, an' jimp,b And rin an unco fit :" ⚫ rushing. But least then the beast then c run a wonderful pace. b hobble, hop, and jump. d wipe. HOLY WILLIE'S PRAYER Holy Willie's Prayer.1 "And send the godly in a pet to pray."-POPE. ARGUMENT.-Holy Willie was a rather oldish bachelor elder, in the parish of Mauchline, and much and justly famed for that polemical chattering, which ends in tippling orthodoxy, and for that spiritualized bawdry which refines to liquorish devotion. In a sessional process with a gentleman in Mauchline-a Mr Gavin Hamilton-Holy Willie and his priest, Father Auld, after full hearing in the presbytery of Ayr, came off but second best; owing partly to the oratorical powers of Mr Robert Aiken, Mr Hamilton's counsel; but chiefly to Mr Hamilton's being one of the most irreproachable and truly respectable characters in the county. On losing the process, the muse overheard him [Holy Willie] at his devotions, as follows: O THOU, who in the heavens does dwell, Who, as it pleases best Thysel', Sends ane to heaven an' ten to hell, A' for Thy glory, And no for ony gude or ill They've done afore Thee! I bless and praise Thy matchless might, For gifts an' grace A burning and a shining light What was I, or my generation, Five thousand years ere my creation, When frae my mither's womb I fell, Where damned devils roar and yell, Chain'd to their stakes. Yet I am here a chosen sample, Strong as a rock, A guide, a buckler, and example, To a' Thy flock. O L-d, Thou kens what zeal I bear, When drinkers drink, an' swearers swear, An' singin there, an' dancin here, Wi' great and sma'; For I am keepit by Thy fear Free frae them a'. But yet, O L-d! confess I must, But Thou remembers we are dust, O L-d! yestreen, Thou kens, wi' MegThy pardon I sincerely beg, HOLY WILLIE'S PRAYER O! may't ne'er be a livin plague To my dishonour, An' I'll ne'er lift a lawless leg Again upon her. Besides, I farther maun allow, Wi' Leezie's lass, three times I trow- When I cam near her; Or else, Thou kens, Thy servant true Maybe Thou lets this fleshly thorn If sae, Thy han' maun e'en be borne, L-d, bless Thy chosen in this place, Wha bring Thy elders to disgrace An' public shame. L-d, mind Gaw'n Hamilton's deserts; Wi' great and sma', Frae G-d's ain priest the people's hearts He steals awa. An' when we chasten'd him therefor, Thou kens how he bred sic a splore, An' set the warld in a roar O' laughing at us; Curse Thou his basket and his store, Kaild an' potatoes. • drunk. ▷ disturb. • disturbance. I cabbage. |