e mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

_To a Mouse_.

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft a-gley;
An' lea'e us naught but grief and pain
For promised joy.

* * * * *

_Scots wha hae_.

Let us do, or die!

* * * * *

_Address to the Unco Guid_.

Then gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler, sister woman;
Though they may gang a kennin' wrang
To step aside is human.

* * * * *

_On Captain Grose's Peregrinations through Scotland_.

If there's a hole in a' your coats,
I rede you tent it;
A chiel's amang you takin' notes,
An', faith, he'll prent it.

_To a Louse_.

O wad some power the giftie gie us,
To see oursel's as others see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion.

* * * * *

_Epistle to a Young Friend_.

The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip
To haud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honor grip,
Let that aye be your border.

* * * * *

_The Twa Dogs_.

His locked, lettered, braw brass collar
Shawed him the gentleman and scholar.

* * * * *

_Epistle to James Smith_.

O Life! how pleasant in thy morning,
Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning!
Cold, pausing Caution's lesson scorning,
We frisk away,
Like schoolboys at th' expected warning.
To joy and play.

* * * * *

_Despondency_.

O Life! them art a galling load,
Along a rough, a weary road,
To wretches such as I!

_Auld Lang Syne_.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min'?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne?

* * * * *

_Green grow the Rashes_.

Her 'prentice han' she tried on man.
And then she made the lasses, O!

* * * * *

_Man was made to Mourn_.

Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn.

* * * * *

_Death and Dr. Hornbook_.

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.

* * * * *

_Is there for honest Poverty_.

The _rank_ is but the guinea's _stamp_.

The man's the gowd for a' that.

* * * * *

A prince can mak' a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a that:
But an honest man's aboon his might,
Guid