TO THE PRINCIPAL AND PROFESSORS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF ST. ANDREWS ON THEIR SUPERB TREAT TO DR. SAMUEL JOHNSON.* ST. ANDREWS town may look right gawsy; But hear, my lads! gin I'd been there, For ne'er sic surly wight as he Had met wi' sic respect frae me. *The professors entertained us with a very good dinner. Present: Murison, Shaw, Cooke, Hill, Haddo, Watson, Flint, Brown.-Boswell's Tour to the Hebrides, Sub Thursday, 19th August (1773). A river near St. Andrews. Mind ye what Sam, the lying loun, * While in Scots ground this growth was common Mair hardy, souple, steeve, and swank, Imprimis, then, a haggis fat, Wi' spice and ingans weel ca'd through, Secundo, then, a gude sheep's head, A cordial glass o' reamin' claret, But thraw his nose, and brize, and pegh, Then let his wisdom girn and snarl Owre a weel-tostit girdle farl, *This is literally "surly Sam's" opprobrious definition of the word "oats " embraced in the first, and retained in several of the earlier editions of his yet marvellous Dictionary; although in course of time -perhaps after the witty Scots lord remarked, in retaliation, "And where will you see such men and such horses?"-it was silently suppressed. And learn, that, maugre o' his wame, Drummond, lang syne, o' Hawthornden, Has gi'en you dishes ane or mae, Wha through the week, till Sunday's peal, Devall then, sirs, and never send For dainties to regale a friend, Or, like a torch at baith ends burnin', Your house will soon grow mirk and mournin'! What's this I hear some cynic say? † Robin, ye loun! it's na fair play; Is there nae ither subject rife To clap your thumb upon but Fife? cornin', Gie owre, young man! you'll meet *Alluding to two tunes under these titles. The poet alludes to a gentleman in Dunfermline, who sent him a challenge, being highly offended at the concluding reflection in the "Expedition to Fife.' Your shouthers yet may gie a lounder, Come on, ye blades! but, ere ye tulzie, ELEGY ON JOHN HOGG, LATE PORTER TO THE UNIVERSITY OF ST. ANDREWS. * DEATH, what's ado? the de'il be licket, O' poor John Hogg, And trail'd him ben through your mirk wicket, *In a note respecting this interesting functionary, communicated by John Buddo, Esq., Writer, St. Andrews, to Dr. Grosart, in or about 1851, John is described as a great favourite with the students. He was what is known in Scotland as a "bien bodie," being proprietor of a considerable patch of land in the neighbourhood, as well as the owner of some house property in North Street, St. Andrews. While regularly careful, even to the verge of parsimoniousness, his "winsome Kate," on the other hand, was rather inclined to be "the leddy." At one time Mrs. Hogg wanted to get a black silk bonnet; but John said, "Na, what mair wad the regents' wives hae?" meaning the Professors, who were then called regents. She often further, it was said, urged John to allow her tea, which, in those days, was not every one's beverage; but in this she was indulged seldom, and when the outlay was made he pinched her in the article of white bread, holding her strictly to bannocks or oat cakes. "Winsome Kate," whose name was Catharine Gourlay, after "death John's haffit ga'e a clout,' married Dean of Guild Landale, a dyer in St. Andrews. She survived Mr. Landale also, and after his death kept a sewing school. Now ilka glaikit scholar loun May mourn and clink, And steeples o' Saunt Andrew's town Sin' Pauly Tam,† wi' canker'd snout, Till death John's haffit gae a clout When regents met at common schools, He kept us a' within the rules Heh! wha will tell the students now And set our stamacks in a low, Ah, Johnny! aften did I grumble His words they brodit like a wumill * A bell in the college steeple. t A name given by the students to one of the members of the University. |