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How monie hearts this day converts

O’ sinners and o’lasses !
Their hearts o'stane, gin night, are gane,

As saft as ony flesh is.
There's some are fou o' love divine ;

There's some are fou o brandy;
An' monie jobs that day begin
May end in houghmagandie

Some ither day.

The names of persons in this satiric drama are given from the Poet's manuscripts ; more about them will be found in the note to “ The Ordination." The scene is laid in the church-yard of Mauchline : the clergyman of the parish, with his assistants, are exhibited on the stage, while the lay members of the congregation, swelled by auxiliary weavers from Kilmarnock, compose the numerous persons of the under-plot of the piece. The Poet seems at first to have contemplated the introduction of allegorical figurantes. The parts which Fun, Hypocrisy, and Superstition have alloted to them in conceiving the poem have not been indicated; and, perhaps, it was but the aim of the Poet to awaken the attention of the reader to the scenes of fun, superstition, and hypocrisy which he proposed to disclose on “ the holy spot,” where he desired to meet them.

In these personages he had his eye on Fergusson's poem of “ Leith Races :".

“ In July month, ae bonny morn,

When Nature's robe lay green,
Was spread o'er ilka rig o'corn,

To charm our roving een ;

Glowrin' about I saw a quean,

The fairest 'neath the lift;
Her een were o' the siller sheen,
Her skin like snawy drift,

Sae white that day." This personage upbraids Fergusson for going idly musing along the streets of Edinburgh, when he should be at Leith races to observe and sing of the fun and folly of mankind; the poet naturally inquires the name of his fair counsellor ; she answers, like Fun in the “ Holy Fair,”—

"I dwell among the cauler springs,

That weet the land o' cakes,
And often tune my canty strings

At bridals and late wakes;
They ca' me Mirth:-I ne'er was ken’d,

To grumble or look sour;
But blithe wad be a lift to lend,
Gif ye wad sey my power,

And pith this day," Mirth, in her allegorical quality, neglects to accompany the Poet to the races—though he meets "wi' muckle fun and daffin."-" There are traits of infinite merit,” says Jeffrey, “ in “Scotch Drink,' · The Holy Fair,' 'The Hallow E’en,' and several of the songs; in all of which it is very remarkable that he rises occasionally into a strain of beautiful description or lofty sentiment, far above the pitch of his original conception."

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“ For sense they little owe to frugal heav'n

To please the mob they hide the little giv'n.”

KILMARNOCK wabsters fidge an' claw,

An' pour your creeshie nations ;

wha leather rax an' draw,
Of a' denominations,
Swith to the Laigh Kirk, ane an'a',

An' there tak up your stations ;
Then aff to Begbie's in a raw,
divine libations

For joy this day.

Curst Common-sense, that imp o' hell,

Cam in wi' Maggie Lauder ;* But Oliphant aft made her yell,

An' Russell sair misca'd her ;
This day Mackinlay taks the flail,

And he's the boy will blaud her !
He'll clap a shangan on her tail,
An' set the bairns to daud her

Wi' dirt this day.

* Alluding to a scoffing ballad which was made on the admission of the late reverend and worthy Mr. Lindsay to the Laigh Kirk.

Mak haste an’turn king David owre,

An' lilt wi' holy clangor ;
O’ double verse come gie us four,

An' skirl up the Bangor:
This day the Kirk kicks up a stoure,

Nae mair the knaves shall wrang her,
For Heresy is in her pow'r,
And gloriously she'll whang her

Wi' pith this day.
Come, let a proper text be read,

An' touch it aff wi' vigour,
How graceless Ham * leugh at his dad,

Which made Canaan a niger ;
Or Phineas + drove the murdering blade,

Wi' wh-re-abhorring rigour;
Or Zipporah, # the scauldin' jad,
Was like a bluidy tiger

I'th' inn that day. There, try his mettle on the creed,

And bind him down wi' caution,
That stipend is a carnal weed

He taks but for the fashion ;
And gie him o'er the flock, to feed,

And punish each transgression ;
Especial, rams that cross the breed,
Gie them sufficient threshin,

Spare them nae day.

Genesis ix. 22.

† Numbers xxv. 8.

# Exodus iv. 25°

Now, auld Kilmarnock, cock thy tail,

And toss thy horns fu' canty ;
Nae mair thou'lt rowte out-owre the dale,

Because thy pasture's scanty ;
For lapfu's large o' gospel kail

Shall fill thy crib in plenty,
An' runts o' grace the pick and wale,
No gi'en by way o' dainty,

But ilka day.
Nae mair by Babel's streams we'll weep,

To think upon our Zion;
And hing our fiddles up to sleep,

Like baby-clouts a-dryin':
Come, screw the pegs, wi' tunefu' cheep,

And o'er the thairms be tryin';
Oh, rare ! to see our elbucks wheep,
An'a' like lamb-tails flyin'

Fu' fast this day ! Lang Patronage, wi' rod o' airn,

Has shor'd the Kirk's undoin',
As lately Fenwick, sair forfairn,

Has proven to its ruin :
Our patron, honest man! Glencairn,

He saw mischief was brewin';
And like a godly elect bairn
He's wal'd us out a true ane,

And sound this day.

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