to old tunes. Dr. Austin, a fashionable physician in Edinburgh, consoled himself for the loss of a lady who jilted him in a song which has supported many in similar circumstances, For Lack of Gold. Alexander Wilson, who afterwards attained fame as an ornithologist, began life as a pedlar and strung breezy lyrics together as he wandered on cheerfully from door to door with his pack on his back. 'Balloon' Tytler-so called from his aeronautic experiments-chemist, mechanician, original editor and principal compiler of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, showed in Loch Erroch Side, and The Bonnie Brucket Lassie, that scientific pursuits had not dimmed his freshness of feeling. Blind Dr. Blacklock, who kept a boarding-school, warbled 'in the manner of Shenstone,' about the harvest that waves in the breeze and the music that floats on the gale. Richard Hewitt, Blacklock's amanuensis, emulated the work of his master in the same vein. The famous song, Hey Johnnie Cope, which deserves to be ranked among the best songs of the period, was the composition of Adam Skirving, a wealthy Haddingtonshire farmer. John Lowe, a gardener's son, wrote Mary, weep no more for me. John Mayne, a compositor, wrote Logan Braes. A song-writer of wider culture was the Rev. John Logan, Minister of Leith, the writer of the most eloquent sermons which the Scotch Church has produced. It is difficult in reading Logan's poetry to divest oneself of sympathy with the story of his unhappy life, but there seems to be more in his verse than mere general literary facility. He was a writer of sacred as well as 'profane' songs, but his essays in the latter direction, though they disturbed his relations with his brethren, help to redeem the Ministers of the Scotch Kirk from the reproach of having contributed less than any other class in the community to the national lyric movement of the eighteenth century. W. MINTO. TULLOCHGORUM. JOHN SKINNER. Born 1721; died 1801.] Come gie's a sang, Montgomery cried, For what's been done before them? To drop their Whig-mig-morum ; O, Tullochgorum's my delight, And ony sumph that keeps up spite, In conscience I abhor him. For blythe and cheery we's be a, And mak' a happy quorum. For blythe and cheery we's be a', There needs na' be sae great a phrase, I wadna gi'e our ain strathspeys They're douff and dowie at the best, They canna please a Scottish taste, Let warldly minds themselves oppress To the reel of Tullochgorum? May choicest blessings still attend And a' that's good watch o'er him! May peace and plenty be his lot, Peace and plenty, peace and plenty, May peace and plenty be his lot, And dainties a great store o' 'em; May peace and plenty be his lot, Unstain'd by any vicious spot! And may he never want a groat That's fond of Tullochgorum. But for the dirty, yawning fool, And nane say wae's me for 'im! May dool and sorrow be his chance, LOGIE O' BUCHAN. [GEORGE HALKET. Died 1756.] O Logie o' Buchan, O Logie the laird, They ha'e ta'en awa' Jamie, that delved in the yard, He said, Think na lang lassie, tho' I gang awa'; Tho' Sandy has ousen1, has gear, and has kye; My daddie looks sulky, my minnie looks sour, I sit on my creepie3, I spin at my wheel, Then haste ye back, Jamie, and bide na awa', 1 oxen • land (holding), LEWIE GORDON. [ALEXANDER GEDDES. Born 1737; died 1802.] Oh! send Lewie Gordon hame Hech hey! my Highlandman! My handsome, charming Highlandman! Oh, to see his tartan trews, That's the lad that I'll gang wi'. This lovely lad of whom I sing, And on his breast he wears a star, Oh, to see this princely one THERE'S NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE [JEAN ADAMS. Died 1765.] And are ye sure the news is true? Gie me my cloak! I'll to the quay |