Afternoon—To close the melancholy reflections at the end of last sheet, I shall just add a piece of devotion commonly known in Carrick by the title of the “Wabster’s grace:”—
“Some say we’re thieves, and e’en sae are we,
Some say we lie, and e’en sae do we!
Gude forgie us, and I hope sae will he!
——Up and to your looms, lads.”
R. B.
XCI.
TO MISS CHALMERS.
[The “Ochel-Hills,” which the poet promises in this letter, is a song, beginning,
“Where braving angry winter’s storms
The lofty Ochels rise,”
written in honour of Margaret Chalmers, and published along with the “Banks of the Devon,” in Johnson’s Musical Museum.]
Edinburgh, Dec. 12, 1787.