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Kay's Originals Vol. 2


BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES. 139 many years ; and at his death, his son was installed in the office. Besides being piper he was a shoemaker to trade; and was an honest unassuming man. Although he continued to draw the salary, he had no duty to perform, save that of repairing twice a year to Dalkeith House, dressed in the uniform described ; and he received his clothing on his Grace the Duke of Buccleuch’s birthday. The worthy piper continued to play through the town until about the year 1821 ; but the practice had long been considered by the inhabitants as an annoying and useless remnant of barbarous times ; and the following poetical remonstrance-printed and circulated about that time-is understood to have operated with considerable effect in accelerating its final abolition. ‘‘ 0 L-R ! thou wicked wag, I wish thee, an’ thy dinsome bag, Were t w d feet ’neath a black peat hag, Or pipin’ to the Laird 0’ Lagg,’ I ferlie what intention he Could hae, wha thus cornmission’d thee, Against a’ rule an’ harmonie, Our nerves to shock ; My sang ! it is a sad decree For peacefu’ folk. I frankly own, that for my share, Your visits I could right weel spare ; To rise on winter mornin’s ear, I like to hear the tempest rair- Upon a heartsome simmer’s morn, Whan thousand sweets our fields adorn, An‘ music, frae the brake an’ thorn, Salutes the ear- Wha wadna rise at bugle-horn 0’ chanticleer ! 0 how delightfu’ then to stray, Sweet Esk ! amang thy scenes sae gay ; To mark the glorious god 0‘ day Frae ocean spring, An’ wide ower tow’r an’ mountain grey His radiance fling. But now, whan dull December doure Has spoil’d the sweets 0’ simmer bow’r, An’ made our sangsters a’ to cow’r To be eae wakd at early hour, Wet as the Severn, In Belzie’s Cavern. . Shaws nae great sense ; Snug i’ my spence. In pensive mood- Aye fires my bluid. E’er daylight peeps within my cham’er, Is heard the vile unearthly clammer ; Waukes the gudewife-the young anes yammer Wi’ ceaseless din ; I seize my breeks, an’ outward stammer ; Compell’d to rin. Sair pain’d wi’ toothache, as I’m aft, An’ tir’d wi’ tum’lin’ like ane daft, Should sleep a wee, wi’ poppies saft, My e’elids close, I’m soon brought bac,k, wi’ thy curst craft, To a’ my woes. In sleep, whan I’m sair dung wi’ toil, Aft fancy does my care beguile ; Me to some far aff happy isle Where basks eternal summer’s smile She kindly leads, On flow’ry meads. . I hear lone murm’ring waterfalls- Sweet thrilling, soothing madrigals- Drink fairy nectar that inthrals This mortal life ; Till thy dissonant drone recalls To warldly strife. What freaks are aft play’d while we dream ! I thought that Fortune, in a whim, Made me Lord Mayor-then I like him, Saw routh 0’ gowden guineas gleam, Rich coofs, wha now stand far abeigh, An’ toss the head an’ look fu’ heigh, Whan this they saw, they were na’ skeigh As heretofore ; But shook my hands, an’ bending high, Firm friendship swore. Ye weel may think, An’ heard them clink. 1 Grierson of Lagg, one of the must unpopular of the cavaliers.
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140 13 I 0 GR AP HI CA L S ICE T C HE S. But hardly had I time to ken What lives are led by Aldermen, E’er thy joy-chasing, fearfu’ din Made me disrobe, An’ left me, baith in kith and kin, As poor as Job. But here it were ower lang to tell, 0’ a’ the ills ye heap pell-mell, Baith on my neighbours an’ mysel’, Frae day to day ; Nor do remonstrances avail, Ae single, strae. But lad, ye yet the day may rue, That now sae high ye crook yer mou’ ; Our B-lie sure can ne’er allow Things sae to gang ; Ye’ll wind yoursel’ a bonny clue Eer it be lang. 0 T-t I’ the witty, wise an’ just, Wee1 worthy 0’ B-eh’s great trust To thee we turn, wha ne’er nonplust 0 humble him into the dust- A righteous pray’r ! To rowte nae mair. Kent young B.-ch 0’ our distress, Frae Lunin he’d send down express, To strip him 0’ his gaudy dress, Frae tap to tae, He’d ne’er permit him to harass His lieges 8ae. Swith ! send him aff by Dunstaffnage, Wi’ winds an’ waves a war to wage ; There let him spend his pipin’ rage, That ceaseless scream h e age to age ’Mid gulls and whaups, Round Jura’s Paps. No. CCXIX. SIR JOHN LESLIE, PROFESSOR OF NATURAL PHILOSOPHY IN THE UNIVERSITY OF EDINBURGH. , THIS distinguished philosopher, born in 1766, was a native of Largo, in Fife. His father, who came originally from the neighbourhood of St. Andrew, was a joiner and cabinet-maker. His elementary education was of a desultory and imperfect nature; but he read with avidity such books as came within his reach ; and having received some lessons in mathematics, from his elder brother Alexander, displayed surprising aptitude for that science. At the age of thirteen, he ent,ered the University of St. Andrews, as a student of mathematics, where, at the first distribution of prizes, his proficiency gained him the favour of the Earl of Kinnoul, then Chancellor of the University. His views being at this time directed towards the Church, he studied in the usual manner during six sessions ; after which, in company with another youth, subsequently distinguished like himself, James (afterwards Sir James) Ivory, he proceeded to Edinburgh, where he attended the University for three years. During that period he enjoyed the friendship of Dr. Adam Smith, who employed him in assisting the studies of his nephew, David Douglas, who afterwards became a judge under the title of Lord Reston. Buccleuch, and who died about 1831. (Mr. Tait), predecessor of Mr, Scott Moncrieff aa Chamberlain to Hie Grace the Duks of
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