Yet frae the russet lap the spindle plays; Her e'enin stent' reels she as weel's the lave2. Careless though death shou'd mak the feast her foy*. In its auld lerroch5 yet the deas remains, Where the gudeman aft streeks him at his ease; A warm and canny lean for weary banes O' labourers doylt upo' the wintry leas. Round him will baudrins an' the collie come, Το wag their tail, and cast a thankfu' ee, To him wha kindly flings them mony a crum O'kebbuck whang'd, an' dainty fadge 10 to prie "; This a' the boon they crave, an' a' the fee. Frae him the lads their mornin' counsel tak: For meal an' mu'ter1 to the thirlin' mill. Niest, the gudewife her hirelin' damsels bids Glowr through the byre, an' see the hawkies" bound; Task. -2 The rest.-3 Grandchild.-4 Her farewell entertainment. 5 Corner.—6 Bench.-7 Stretches.-8 The cat.-9 Young cheese. 10 Loaf. To taste.-12 Burthen.-13 The horse.— 14 The miller's perquisite.-15 Cows. Tak tent, case Crummy tak her wonted tids', An' ca' the laiglen's treasure on the ground; Then a' the house for sleep begin to green3, Their joins to slack frae industry a while; The leaden god fa's heavy on their een, An' hafflins steeks them frae their daily toil: The cruizy, too, can only blink and bleer; The restit ingle 's done the maist it dow; Upo' the cod3 to clear their drumly pow6, Peace to the husbandman, an' a' his tribe, Whase care fells a' our wants frae year to year! Lang may his sock' and cou❜ter turn the gleyb®, An' banks o' corn bend down wi' laded ear! May Scotia's simmers ay look gay an' green; Her yellow ha'rsts frae scowry blasts decreed! May a' her tenants sit fu' snug an' bieno, Frae the hard grip o' ails, and poortith freed; An'a lang lasting train o' peacefu' hours succeed! 3 1 Fits. The milk-pail.-3 To long. The lamp. Pillow.— Thick heads,-7 Ploughshare.-8 Soil.-9 Comfortable. THOMAS SCOTT. BORN 17-. DIED 17-. FROM LYRIC POEMS, DEVOTIONAL AND MORAL. LONDON, 1773. GOVERNMENT OF THE MIND. IMPERIAL Reason, hold thy throne, Enchanting order! Peace how sweet! Blest self-command, thy power I greet, The hero's laurel fades; the fame For boundless science is but wind; PHILIP DORMER STANHOPE, EARL OF CHESTERFIELD. BORN 1694.-DIED 1773. ON NASH'S PICTURE AT FULL LENGTH BETWEEN THE BUSTS OF SIR I. NEWTON AND MR. POPE, THE old Egyptians hid their wit To give men pains in search of it, Moderns, to hit the self-same path, Newton, if I can judge aright, Pope is the emblem of true wit, The sunshine of the mind; Read o'er his works in search of it, You'll endless pleasure find. Nash represents man in the mass, The picture plac'd the busts between OLIVER GOLDSMITH. BORN 1728.-DIED 1774. OLIVER GOLDSMITH was born at a place called Pallas, in the parish of Ferney, and county of Longford, in Ireland. His father held the living of Kilkenny West, in the county of Westmeath. There was a tradition in the family, that they were descended from Juan Romeiro, a Spanish gentleman, who had settled in Ireland, in the sixteenth century, and had married a woman, whose name of Goldsmith was adopted by their descendants. Oliver was instructed in reading and writing by a schoolmaster in his father's parish, who had been a quarter-master in the wars of Queen Anne; and who, being fond of relating his adventures, is supposed to have communicated to the young mind of his pupil the romantic and wandering disposition which shewed |