Contented wi’ little and cantie wi’ mair.[272]
If you do not relish this air, I will send it to Johnson.
R. B.
FOOTNOTES:
CCCVI.
TO MR. THOMSON.
[The instrument which the poet got from the braes of Athol, seems of an order as rude and incapable of fine sounds as the whistles which school-boys make in spring from the smaller boughs of the plane-tree.]
Since yesterday’s penmanship, I have framed a couple of English stanzas, by way of an English song to “Roy’s Wife.” You will allow me, that in this instance my English corresponds in sentiment with the Scottish.