Nor will they count it any crime,

To hae sic like diversion

Some future night.

ON SEEING
MR. —— BAKING CAKES.

AS Rab, who ever frugal was,

Some oat-meal cakes was baking,

In came a crazy scribbling lass,

Which set his heart a-quaking.

“I fear,” says he, “she’ll verses write,