So he wooed and won this Marjory true, And made her his loving bride, While Gladys she fretted, bemoaned and regretted The goal she had missed by her pride.
To-day Ben is filling a prominent place, A statesman, honest and bold; He frees the opprest, and he helps the distrest, Wins love, which is better than gold.
For the very grandest men you can find In this great world's busy whirl Are men like my farmer—no praise need be warmer Than "he's just as good as a girl."
FOOL'S LUCK.
The Allans o' Airlie they set muckle store On ancestry, acres, and siller, Nor cared to remember the good days of yore, Nor grandfather Allan, the miller— The honest old miller.
"We're wealthy fowk now, tak' oor place wi' the best," Said the heid o' the Allans, one Dougal, A man whom Dame Fortune had royally blest, Of sensible habits, and frugal— Uncommonly frugal.
"We're honored by great fowk and wise fowk, now min', O' the kirk each Allan's a pillar— What more could we spier o' a providence kin', Unless 'twere a little more siller— A little more siller.
"For it's get what ye can, and keep what ye get; Ye'll fin' this an unco' guid motto, We chose it lang syne, and we stick to it yet, Altho' not sae close as we ought to— Not nearly sae close as we ought to.