His face with smile eternal drest, Just like the Landlord's to his Guest's, High as they hang with creaking din, To index out the Country Inn. He looked just as your sign-post Lions do, With aspect fierce, and quite as harmless too. A head, pure, sinless quite of brain and soul, The very image of

Thou whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these counsels on thy soul. Life is buta day at most, Sprung from night,-in darkness lost; Hope not sunshine ev'ry hour, Fear not clouds will always lour. As Youth and Love with sprightly dance, Beneath thy

The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill, Concealing the course of the dark-winding rill; How languid the scenes, late so sprightly, appear! As Autumn to Winter resigns the pale year. The forests are leafless, the meadows are brown, And all the gay foppery of summer is flown: Apart let me wander, apart

It is na, Jean, thy bonieface, Nor shape that I admire; Altho' thy beauty and thy grace Might weelawaukdesire. Something, in ilka part o'thee, To praise, to love, I find, But dear as is thy form to me, Still dearer is thy mind. Naemairungenerous wish I hae, Nor stronger in my breast, Than, if I

Thou whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these maxims on thy soul. Life is but a day at most, Sprung from night, in darkness lost: Hope not sunshine every hour, Fear not clouds will always lour. Happiness is but a name, Make content

Your friendship much can make me blest, O why that bliss destroy! Why urge the only, one request You know I will deny! Your thought, if Love must harbour there, Conceal it in that thought; Nor cause me from my bosom tear The very friend I sought.

Go, fetch to me a pinto' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before I go, A service to my bonie lassie. The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith; Fu'loud the wind blaws fraethe Ferry; The ship rides bythe Berwick-law, And I maunleave my bonie Mary. The trumpets sound,