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Notwithstanding she was well set in eild ;
Then set she me to lear little at the school ; Her age I hold of seven score of winters Nowder like to be a wise man nor a fool.
And oft with pyne she made me to report And saw some deal, but, for to say the Of her tales, and to conclude, in short, sooth,
She said, my son, by this said tale thou shall Into her head, I trust, was not a tooth;
Learn five wits.
Or, as we would say, lessons, which she That few folk might consave her mumb- illustrates by the incidents of the foreling mouth.
going stories. The first of them is to But I that was expert therein3 of youth. avoid the company of fools and knaves, Then would I say she had great grace of who lose what they get dishonestly, by God.
a silly cry. Why so quod she, my son ? and made a The second lesson is, never to presume nod.
that poverty may not attain to wealth Madam, quod I, for there be many
and power, as this poor pig, which is held Through aboundance of speech, that never
up as an example of courage overcoming thrives ; And I would change, might it be at my
difficulties, and, by monks' logic, its
career is made to engender the expectareid, 4 For a good tongue, all the teeth in their tion that God will assist the man who head.
maintains a just quarrel. Asye are now, so should they not be named, The third lesson, drawn from the Skaldis, 5 and baldis, and therethrough fortunes of Adria, is to respect wit and schent 7 and shamed.
virtue, whether in old or young, rich or Then angered she and said, “Saint John poor. to borrow!
The fourth is, never to let money nor Thou light boy, thou meanis meikle sorrow: goods be master of thee: And shall do more gifthou in life may bide." Madam, quod I, that tak I on your side.
Therefore hold not pennies over precious, Then would she preis belt: me in angry
But suffer them pass prospering commowise ;
dious, But well was me she might not run nor
For sooth, a time, a penny thou may spend, rise ;
That may avail thee to thy life's end ; And I would up and whisk away full wild.
Therefore, my son, gif thou think to enThen would she flatter: "Come in again,
Spend with measure, for luck, wit, and And thou shall have, lo standing in the shelf White bread and ream,9 conserved for myself."
The fifth lesson is, never to make a
hoard of your money, for * Meaning doubtful. 5 Scolds. 2 Mumbled her 6 Shrews.
At least in the hoard while it lies speech. 7 Disgraced.
It serves neither the world nor multiplies. 3 Accustomed to it. 8 Attempt to beat. 4 Fate, chance.
How little wat thou, ane other time, who He said, “I shall keep them to my godmay
son ;" Bruk' thy wife and bags, after thy day.
,And had them home to his place where Thus Gurgunnald my great grandame me
he won kend;
And charged soon his hen-wife to do her Have I missaid in ought, I shall amend. care,
And make them fruct; then to set them she
fare. FITT THIRD.
Her best brood hen, called lady Peckelpes,
And young Cockrel her lord and lemman After a long and somewhat metaphysi
was, cal argument upon his favourite text, of She maid brood on thir eggs, that in short making everything fructify, for the en
space, forcement of which he quotes the Para- Twenty-four chickenis of them she has : ble of the Talents, the author proceeds to | Twelve mail, and twelve female, by relate the history of the THIRD PENNY, chronicles clear. after being released from the hoard. And what they were, with their names, ye
shall hear. And hearkenis, how, beside this Cockelbie The first was the samen Chanticleer, to There dwelt a man was rich of store and look, fie;
Of whom Chaucer treatis into his book ; Where Bodyvincant castle standis now in And his lady, Partlot, sister and wife; plain;
For why, folk lived by natural laws then. His big neighbour, men called him The tother brother was clepit Cokade
Bleirblowane. A worthy wife had he wedded, and she He took to wife his fair true sister Toppok. Was called Susan, on whom a son gat Coktrawdoun was the third, and his wife, he;
Coppok. And ockelbie was gossepa to the same ; And to compt just, the fourt Coklykouris, And he called him Cockalb to his right And little Henpen, his pretty paramouris.
The fifth lord was Lyricok in hall, Cockelbie with the said third penny bought And Kekilcrouss they did his lady call. Twenty-three hen eggs, and with them Bride to Kittilcok that sat on red kail sought
stock, To his godson, for godfatherly reward, And Feklefaw, fairest of all the flock, Him to remember, as showed is afterward. Was the sext; and Cokrusty the seven, Susan angered hereat, as oft woman is; Dame Strange his wife whilk had a stout While passionate that all consaittis kenns, stevin. Took in disdain this gift, this simple thing, Cokky the aucht, his lady clepit Lerock. And said, "Gossep bear hame your poor Coknolus the nynt, spoused his sister offering :
Erok.3 Mean ye to mock my son and me, no more. Cokoby the tent, and Sprutok his special. "I will hereof fure 3 it away therefore."
2 Voice. i Possess, enjoy.
3 Fare, carry.
3 A young hen before laying is so called in 2 Godfather.
Cokobenar the levint, his maik? they call I allege none other authority.
clude, And their fair sisters, I cannot say myself. God that us bought with his own blessed The fift pair they were so fructuous,
blood, And at schreftis-evin some was so battalous Both you and me to conserve, he diden, That he would win to his master, in field, Through meek meritis of his only son, Forty florans with bill and spuris beild.3 Amen. Some of this store this Cockelbie did sell, Some auld, some young, some eggs in the
shell ; And coft 4 therewith other ware, it
THE MURNING MAIDEN. turned, This penny, that fifteen year it not fowrnit, PINKERTON, who first drew attention Hemultiplied morethan a thousand pound. to the beauties of this very fine love Then his godson he called to him a stound, 5 ballad, in terms if somewhat character. Before his father, mother, and friends istic of the fervour of a discoverer, yet
hardly an exaggeration of the truth, And said:“ Cockalb, my son, receive thou
says :-“This capital piece, narrated shall
with exquisite simplicity and beauty, is All thir goods, for justly they are thine.
a kind of rival of the Ephesian Matron; Of thy child gift storėd, through grace and, for the age in which it was written, divine,
is almost miraculous. The tender Fro twenty-four hen eggs which I thee
pathos is finely recommended by an gave ; Yet thy mother, son, would not them excellent cadence. An age that proreceive."
duced this might produce almost any Then as ye heard he told them all the case. perfection in poetry.” This Cockalb, after, grew to so great riches It is referred to in The Complaynt oj Through this penny, he grew the might- | Scotland, 1548, by its first line “Still iest man
under the levis grene ;” and has been In any realm ; what did the penny than: preserved in the Maitland MS., 1586. First hid in hoard, to virtue not applied,
It was first printed by Pinkerton, and And syne, out brought, that so far fructi- afterwards by Sibbald and by Dr
fied; Therefore, my son, study never in thy day,
Laing ; but by none of these editors is With avarice world's goods in hoard to lay;
there any author assigned to it. Nor be thou not despaired of God's grace.
Sibbald ventures a conjecture in The third penny this was, and the last case
reference to its authorship, to the effect As my beldame old Gurgunnald told me :
“ that no poet of that age was equal to
the task, but one who could produce Mate, mistress. 4 Bought.
such a poem as ‘Robene and Makyne' ? Shrove-Tuesday.
5 Astonished. 3 For beld, fought.
(Henryson). With these two beautiful
IV. compositions, not one poem of Dunbar “ This great disease for love I dree,"? has the least affinity.”
There is no tongue can tell the woe!
I may not mend, but murning mo.
Quhill God send some remead,
Through destiny, or dead. This hinder day, I went alone;
I am his friend, and he my foe;
I wrought him never nae feid !?
In word and work, great God I wate! Than should I murne no more!
Where he was placed, there list I leynd, 3
Till his honour and mine;
But now he gaes another gait, And all in green the mai she glaid;
And has no ee to my estate,
Which does me all this pyne.
My love he loves ane other love-
Have mercy on his maik !5 “Wanweird,"8 she said, “What have 1 | Therefore my heart will burst in two; wrought,
And thus, walking with doe and roe,
My life now here I take."
Than weeped she, lusty in weid ; 6 That gars me of sighs such full sair, And on her wayis can she went. And walk among the holtis hair 10 In hye7 after that heynd 8 I yeid, 9 Within the woodis wild.
And in my armis could her hent : 10
* Suffer, endure.
garments. 7 Haste. 8 Lady 9 Went. 10 Took, caught.
XI. “Sen that I never did you ill It were no skill ye did me skaith.8
* Hunting dress.