It was observed she did not seem quite convinced of the propriety of Mrs. Dunlop's being as careful respecting accommodation and entertainment when this new man was expected, as when any of the neighbouring landed gentry visited at the House. By way of convincing her of the Poet's claim to such attention, Mrs. Dunlop gave her the Cotter's Saturday Night to read.-On returning the book, she remarked, "Gentlemen and Ladies may think mickle "o' this; but for me it's naething but what I saw i' my "father's house every day, and I dinna see how he could "hae tell't it ony ither way." MAN MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN: DIRGE. I. WHEN Chill November's surly blast I spy'd a man, whose aged step Seem'd weary, worn with care; His face was furrow'd o'er with years, And hoary was his hair. II. Young stranger, whither wand'rest thou? Began the rev'rend sage; Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, To wander forth, with me, to mourn III. The sun that overhangs yon moors, IV. O man! while in thy early years, Mis-spending all thy precious hours, Alternate Alternate follies take the sway; Which tenfold force gives nature's law, V. Look not alone on youthful prime, But see him on the edge of life, With cares and sorrows worn, Then age and want, Oh! ill-match'd pair; Show man was made to mourn. VI. A few seem favourites of fate, Yet, think not all the rich and great Are likewise truly blest. But, Oh! what crowds in ev'ry land, Thro' weary life this lesson learn, That man was made to mourn. VII. Many and sharp the num'rous ills More pointed still we make ourselves, And man, whose heav'n-erected face The smiles of love adorn, Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! VIII. See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, To give him leave to toil; IX. If I'm design'd yon lordling's slave By Nature's law design'd, Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind? If |