Still caring, despairing, Happy, ye sons of busy life, Even when the wishèd end's denied, Meet every sad returning night Find every prospect vain. The cavern wild with tangling-roots, The ways of men are distant brought, While praising, and raising His thoughts to heaven on high, Than I, no lonely hermit placed, But ah! those pleasures, loves, and joys, The solitary can despise, Can want, and yet be blest! Oh enviable, early days, When dancing thoughtless pleasure's mase, To care, to guilt unknown! How ill exchanged for riper times, To feel the follies, or the crimes, Of others, or my own! Ye tiny elves that guiltless sport, Ye little know the ills ye court, That active man engage! TO RUIN. ALL hail! inexorable lord! At whose destruction-breathing word With stern-resolved, despairing eye, For one has cut my dearest tie, And quivers in my heart. Then lowering and pouring, And thou grim power, by life abhorred Oh hear a wretch's prayer! My weary heart its throbbings cease, No fear more, no tear more, TO GAVIN HAMILTON. MOSSGIEL, May 8, 1788, I HOLD it, sir, my bounden duty, Was here to hire yon lad away spoke, other would, instantly મ But lest he learn the callan tricks, boy As, faith, I muckle doubt him, Like scrapin' out auld Crummie's nicks, (on cow's horn) And tellin' lies about them; As lieve then, I'd have then, Your clerkship he should sair, If sae be ye may be Nor fitted other where. Although I say't, he's gleg enough, And 'bout a house that's rude and rough, The boy might learn to swear; But then wi' you he'll be sae taught, I havena ony fear Ye'll catechise him every quirk, AND WHEN YE HEAR THE BELL, My word of honour 1 hae gi'en, In Paisley John's, that night at e'en, I ken he weel a sneck can draw, content serve 80 elsewhere sharp straight have not any from home lady given agree earnest money know, is crafty May 1786. long have 110 go song full But, och mankind are unco weak, vary And little to be trusted; If self the wavering balance shake, Yet they wha fa' in fortune's strife, Aye free, aff han' your story tell, fall not have poverty neighbour's always, off hand companion any But keek through every other man, look Wi sharpened, sly inspection. Its slightest touches, instant pause- The great Creator to revere Must sure become the creature ; An Athiest laugh's a poor exchange When ranting round in pleasure's ring, Or if she gi'e a random sting, It may be little minded; But when on life we're tempest driven, A correspondence fixed wi' Heaven, Adieu, dear, amiable youth! Your heart can ne'er be wanting! May prudence, fortitude, and truth, Erect your brow undaunting! In ploughman phrase," God send you speed," Still daily to grow wiser: And may you better reck the rede Than ever did th' adviser! give heed, counsel A DREAM. "Thoughts, words, and deeds, the statute blames with reason On reading, in the public papers, the "Laureate's Cde," with the other parade of June 4, 1786, the author was no sooner dropt asleep, than he imagined himself tran sported to the birthday levee; and in his dreaming fancy made the following Address: "— |