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PART I.

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teen editions within a twelvemonth, or

WILL AND JEAN. upwards of 20,000 copies. It was evidently suggested by Wilson's prior pub- | Wha was ance like Willie Gairlace, lished Watty and Meg,” and is, it Wha in neighbouring town or farm ? must be consessed, inferior in dramatic Beauty's bloom shone in his fair face, vigour to that graphic but less senti- Deadly strength was in his arm. mental sketch. It has also a simple Wha wi' Will could rin or wrastle ? pathos and moral purpose that its pro

Throw the sledge, or toss the bar? totype wants, and has therefore had Hap what would, he stood a castle, the advantage in popularity over the Or for safety, or for war. superior piece of poetic art. In 1796, Macneill went to Jamaica for the benefit Warm his heart, and mild as manfu',

With the bauld he bauld could be ; of his health, and returned considerably But to friends wha had their handfu', improved.

Purse and service aye were free. On the death of John Graham, Esq., of Jamaica, in 1798, the poet was left Whan he first saw Jeanie Miller, an annuity of £100 a-year, which, with

Wha' wi' Jeanie could compare ?

Thousands had mair braws and siller ; his literary earnings, kept him in com

But were ony half sae fair ? parative comfort, and enabled him to mix in the literary society of Edinburgh. Saft her smile raise like May morning,

He was for some time editor of the Glinting o'er Demait's brow :' Scots Magazine ; and latterly he wrote Sweet! wi' opening charms adorning tales with a view to reform what he Strevlin's? lovely plains below! conceived to be the social defects of his Kind and gentle was her nature ; countrymen of the working classes.

At ilk place she bore the bell ;Two of them—“Bygane Times” and Sic a bloom, and shape, and stature ! Town Fashions”- '-are in verse ; and But her look nae tongue can tell ! the last is a novel, entitled “The Scottish Adventurers ;” but they are now

Such was Jean whan Will first mawing, quite forgotten, although they contain

Spied her on a thraward beast; some sketches equal to anything he has Flew like fire, and just whan fa'ing,

Kept her on his manly breast. written. In 1801, he published a collected edition of his poems; but after Light he bare her, pale as ashes, this he added little to his fame. He Cross the meadow, fragrant green ! died at Edinburgh in 1818.

Placed her on the new-mawn rashes, There is little original in Macneill's

Watching sad her opening een. writing, either in the manner or the

Such was Will, whan poor Jean, fainting, matter; and the specimens we give com

Drapt into a lover's arms; prehend almost all of his poems that can Wakened to his saft lamenting, be said to have much merit. The songs Sighed, and blushed a thousand charms. are excellent, and maintain their popularity as part of our lyric treasures. A peak of the Ochil Hills. 2 Stirling.

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Soon they loo'd, and soon were buckled ;

Nane took time to think and rue ; Youth, and worth, and beauty cuppled ;

Love had never less to do.

In a howm,? whase bonnie burnie

Whimperin' rowed its crystal flood, Near the road, whar trav'lers turn aye,

Neat and bielda a cot-house stood.

Three short years flew by fu' canty,

White the wa's wi' roof new theekit, Jean and Will thought them but ane ;

Window broads just painted red; Ilka day brought joy and plenty,

Lown 'mang trees and braes it reekit, Ilka year a dainty wean.

Haflins seen, and haflins hid ; Will wrought sair, but aye with pleasure ; Up the gavel end thick spreading Jean the hale day spun and sang ;

Crap the clasping ivy green ; Will and weans her constant treasure ; Back owre, firs the high craigs cleading, Blest with them, nae day seemed lang.

Raised a' round a cozy screen : Trig her house, and oh! to busk aye Down below, a flowery meadow Ilk sweet bairn was a' her pride !

Joined the burnie's rambling line ; But at this time news and whisky

Here it was, that Howe the widow Sprang nae up at ilk road-side.

This same day set up her sign. Luckless was the hour when Willie, Brattling down the brae, and near its Hame returning frae the fair,

Bottom, Will first marv'lling sees O’ertook Tam, a neighbour billie,

'Porter, ale, and British spirits,' Sax miles frae their hame and mair. Painted bright between twa trees. Simmer's heat had lost its fury,

'Godsake! Tam, here's walth for Calmly smiled the sober e'en ;

drinking; Lasses on the bleachfield hurry,

(Wha can this new comer be?') Skelping barefoot o'er the green ; ' Hoot !' quo' Tam, 'there's drouth

in thinkingLabour rang with laugh and clatter,

Let's in, Will, and syne we'll see.' Canty hairst was just begun, And on mountain, tree, and water, Nae mair time they took to speak or Glinted saft the setting sun.

Think of ought but reaming jugs ;

Till three times in humming 3 liquor Will and Tam, wi' hearts a' lowping,

Ilk lad deeply laid his lugs. Marked the hale, but could nae bide ; Far frame hame, nae time for stopping, Slockened now, refreshed and talking, Baith wished for their ain fire-side:

In came Meg (weel skilled to please),

'Sirs ! ye're surely tired wi' walkingOn they travelled, warm and drouthy,

Ye maun taste my bread and cheese.' Cracking o'er the news in town; The mair they cracked, the mair ilk youthy *Thanks,' quo' Will ;-—I canna tarry,

Prayed for drink to wash news down. Pick mirk 4 night is setting in ; Fortune, wha but seldom listens

Jean, poor thing's ! her lane, and eery

I maun to the road and rin.' To poor merit's modest prayer, And on fools heaps needless blessin's, * Plain by a river. 3 Briskly foaming. Harkened to our drouthy pair.

Sheltered.

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Hoot !' quo' Tam, 'what's a' the hurry? | Maggie's club, wha could get nae light Hame's now scarce a mile o' gate

On some things that should be clear, Come ! sit down-Jean winna weary ! Found ere lang the fault, and ae night Lord ! I'm sure it's no sae late!'

Clubbed and got the Gazetteer.

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XI.

Now, wooer, quo' he, I ha'e no meikle,

DUMBARTON'S DRUMS.
But sic's I ha'e ye's get a pickle,'
With a fal, dal, &c.

(From the Tea-Table Miscellany.)

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Dumbarton's drums beat bonnie, O,
A kilnfu of corn I'll gi'e to thee,

When they mind me of my dear Johnnie, Three soums? of sheep, twa good milk kye,

O; Ye's ha'e the wadding dinner free;

How happie am I Troth I dow do na mair.

When my soldier is by, Content, quo' he, a bargain be't ;

While he kisses and blesses his Annie, O! I'm far frae hame, make haste, let's do't, 'Tis a soldier alone can delight me, O, With a fal, dal, &c.

For his graceful looks do invite me, O;

While guarded in his arms,

I'll fear no war's alarms,
The bridal day it came to pass,

Neither danger nor death shall e'er fright
With mony a blythsome lad and lass ;
But sicken a day there never was,

Sic mirth was never seen.
This winsome couple straked hands, My love is a handsome laddie, O,
Mess John ty'd up the marriage bands, Genteel, but ne'er foppish nor gaudy, O.
With a fal, dal, &c.

Though commissions are dear,

Yet I'll buy him one this year,
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For he'll serve no longer a cadie, O.
And our bride's maidens were na few, soldier has honour and bravery, O ;
Wi' tap-knots, lug-knots, a' in blew, Unacquainted with rogues and their
Frae tap to tae they were braw new,

knavery, O, And blinkit bonnilie :

He minds no other thing Their toys and mutches 3 were sae clean, 3

But the ladies or the king ;
They glanc'd in our ladses' e'en,

For every other care is but slavery, O.
With a fal, dal, &c.

me, O.

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MICHAEL BRUCE.

1746-1767.

In connection with the brief life of | by Professor Swanston at Kinross. this amiable young poet, it is unavoid. During the vacation of 1766, he was apable to take some notice of a claim that pointed to teach a school at Forrest-mill, has been advanced in behalf of his not far from Alloa ; and while here, he authorship of the “Ode to the Cuckoo,” caught a cold, either from the dampness and several Scripture Paraphrases which of the school, or from having fallen into his friend and fellow-student, John the Devon. The cold soon developed Logan, has published as his own com- into a consumption, in a constitution positions. But the fewfacts of his life may originally weak. In a letter from here, first be related without further reference he refers to his being engaged upon his to a controversy which it was possible poem of “ Lochleven,” of which he says, and becoming to have conducted with "I hope it will soon be finished, as I feelings of gentleness and charity. every week add two lines, blot out six,

Michael Bruce, the fifth child of and alter eight. You shall hear the Alexander Bruce, weaver, Kinnesswood, plan when I know it myself.” Here a small village on the banks of Loch he also composed his “Elegy on leven, in Kinross-shire, was born there Spring,” besides a prose sketch someon the 27th March 1746. His mother's what in the style of the “ Vision of name was Ann Bruce. He was delicate Myrza,” which he sent to his corresponfrom his childhood, but appears to have dent. He remained at Forrest Hill at been a precocious scholar, for at the least till December 1766, but we are age of fifteen he was sent to the Uni- | not informed when he finally left it ; versity of Edinburgh.

yet it was evidently from inability to In their laudable ambition to have continue at his post. For a few weeks their favourite son trained for the only was he able to remain out of bed ministry, his parents devoted a small after his return home. His last work legacy, left by a relative, to the defray. was the transcribing of his poems into ing of his college expenses.

a quarto book; and on the 5th July During the vacation of 1765, he was 1767, he died at the age of twentyappointed teacher of a rural school at A monument has been erected to Gairney Bridge, near Kinross. Having his memory, through the exertions, and completed his four years' attendance at almost wholly at the expense, of Printhe university, he entered upon the cipal Baird. study of divinity at the Hall of the In 1770, there was published, Poems Burghers, or Associate Synod, a section on Several Occasions, by Michael Bruce, of Dissenters whose students were taught | a small 12mo volume of 127 pp., without

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