[Footnote 19: Duan, a term of Ossian"s for the different divisions of a digressive poem. See his "Cath-Loda," vol. ii. of Macpherson"s translation.]
[Footnote 20: The Wallaces.]
[Footnote 21: Sir William Wallace.]
[Footnote 22: Adam Wallace, of Richardton, cousin to the immortal preserver of Scottish independence.]
[Footnote 23: Wallace, Laird of Craigie, who was second in command under Douglas, Earl of Ormond, at the famous battle on the banks of Sark, fought anno 1448. That glorious victory was princ.i.p.ally owing to the judicious conduct and intrepid valour of the gallant laird of Craigie, who died of his wounds after the action.]
[Footnote 24: Coilus, king of the Picts, from whom the district of Kyle is said to take its name, lies buried, as tradition says, near the family seat of the Montgomeries of Coilsfield, where his burial-place is still shown.]
[Footnote 25: Barskimming, the seat of the late Lord Justice-Clerk (Sir Thomas Miller of Glenlee, afterwards President of the Court of Session.)]
[Footnote 26: Catrine, the seat of Professor Dugald Steward.]
[Footnote 27: Colonel Fullarton.]
XXV.
HALLOWEEN.[28]
"Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, The simple pleasures of the lowly train; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art."
GOLDSMITH.
[This Poem contains a lively and striking picture of some of the superst.i.tious observances of old Scotland: on Halloween the desire to look into futurity was once all but universal in the north; and the charms and spells which Burns describes, form but a portion of those employed to enable the peasantry to have a peep up the dark vista of the future. The scene is laid on the romantic sh.o.r.es of Ayr, at a farmer"s fireside, and the actors in the rustic drama are the whole household, including supernumerary reapers and bandsmen about to be discharged from the engagements of harvest. "I never can help regarding this," says James Hogg, "as rather a trivial poem!"]
Upon that night, when fairies light On Ca.s.silis Downans[29] dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly coursers prance; Or for Colean the rout is ta"en, Beneath the moon"s pale beams; There, up the Cove,[30] to stray an" rove Amang the rocks an" streams To sport that night.
Amang the bonnie winding banks Where Doon rins, wimplin", clear, Where Bruce[31] ance rul"d the martial ranks, An" shook his Carrick spear, Some merry, friendly, countra folks, Together did convene, To burn their nits, an" pou their stocks, An" haud their Halloween Fu" blythe that night.
The la.s.ses feat, an" cleanly neat, Mair braw than when they"re fine; Their faces blythe, fu" sweetly kythe, Hearts leal, an" warm, an" kin"; The lads sae trig, wi" wooer babs, Weel knotted on their garten, Some unco blate, an" some wi" gabs, Gar la.s.ses" hearts gang startin"
Whiles fast at night.
Then, first and foremost, thro" the kail, Their stocks[32] maun a" be sought ance; They steek their een, an" graip an" wale, For muckle anes an" straught anes.
Poor hav"rel Will fell aff the drift, An" wander"d through the bow-kail, An" pou"t, for want o" better shift, A runt was like a sow-tail, Sae bow"t that night.
Then, straught or crooked, yird or nane, They roar an" cry a" throu"ther; The vera wee-things, todlin", rin Wi" stocks out-owre their shouther; An" gif the custoc"s sweet or sour, Wi" joctelegs they taste them; Syne coziely, aboon the door, Wi" cannie care, they"ve placed them To lie that night.
The la.s.ses staw frae mang them a"
To pou their stalks o" corn;[33]
But Rab slips out, an" jinks about, Behint the muckle thorn: He grippet Nelly hard an" fast; Loud skirl"d a" the la.s.ses; But her tap-pickle maist was lost, When kiuttlin" in the fause-house[34]
Wi" him that night.
The auld guidwife"s weel hoordet nits[35]
Are round an" round divided; An" monie lads" an" la.s.ses" fates Are there that night decided: Some kindle, couthie, side by side, An" burn thegither trimly; Some start awa" wi" saucy pride, And jump out-owre the chimlie Fu" high that night.
Jean slips in twa wi" tentie e"e; Wha "twas, she wadna tell; But this is Jock, an" this is me, She says in to hersel": He bleez"d owre her, an" she owre him, As they wad never mair part; "Till, fuff! he started up the lum, An" Jean had e"en a sair heart To see"t that night.
Poor Willie, wi" his bow-kail runt, Was brunt wi" primsie Mallie; An" Mallie, nae doubt, took the drunt, To be compar"d to Willie; Mall"s nit lap out wi" pridefu" fling, An" her ain fit it brunt it; While Willie lap, and swoor, by jing, "Twas just the way he wanted To be that night.
Nell had the fause-house in her min", She pits hersel an" Rob in; In loving bleeze they sweetly join, "Till white in ase they"re sobbin"; Nell"s heart, was dancin" at the view, She whisper"d Rob to leuk for"t: Rob, stowlins, prie"d her bonie mou", Fu" cozie in the neuk for"t, Unseen that night.
But Merran sat behint their backs, Her thoughts on Andrew Bell; She lea"es them gashin" at their cracks, And slips out by hersel": She through the yard the nearest taks, An" to the kiln she goes then, An" darklins graipit for the bauks, And in the blue-clue[36] throws then, Right fear"t that night.
An" ay she win"t, an" ay she swat, I wat she made nae jaukin"; "Till something held within the pat, Guid L--d! but she was quaukin"!
But whether "twas the Deil himsel", Or whether "twas a bauk-en", Or whether it was Andrew Bell, She did na wait on talkin"
To spier that night.
Wee Jenny to her graunie says, "Will ye go wi" me, graunie?
I"ll eat the apple[37] at the gla.s.s, I gat frae uncle Johnnie:"
She fuff"t her pipe wi" sic a lunt, In wrath she was sae vap"rin", She notic"t na, an aizle brunt Her braw new worset ap.r.o.n Out thro" that night.
"Ye little skelpie-limmer"s face!
I daur you try sic sportin", As seek the foul Thief onie place, For him to spae your fortune: Nae doubt but ye may get a sight!
Great cause ye hae to fear it; For monie a ane has gotten a fright, An" liv"d an" died deleeret On sic a night.
"Ae hairst afore the Sherra-moor, I mind"t as weel"s yestreen, I was a gilpey then, I"m sure I was na past fifteen: The simmer had been cauld an" wat, An" stuff was unco green; An" ay a rantin" kirn we gat, An" just on Halloween It fell that night.
"Our stibble-rig was Rab M"Graen, A clever, st.u.r.dy fellow: He"s sin gat Eppie Sim wi" wean, That liv"d in Achmacalla: He gat hemp-seed,[38] I mind it weel, And he made unco light o"t; But monie a day was by himsel", He was sae sairly frighted That vera night."
Then up gat fechtin" Jamie Fleck, An" he swoor by his conscience, That he could saw hemp-seed a peck; For it was a" but nonsense; The auld guidman raught down the pock, An" out a" handfu" gied him; Syne bad him slip frae "mang the folk, Sometime when nae ane see"d him, An" try"t that night.
He marches thro" amang the stacks, Tho" he was something sturtin; The graip he for a harrow taks, An" haurls at his curpin; An" ev"ry now an" then he says, "Hemp-seed, I saw thee, An" her that is to be my la.s.s, Come after me, an" draw thee As fast that night."
He whistl"d up Lord Lennox" march, To keep his courage cheery; Altho" his hair began to arch, He was sae fley"d an" eerie; "Till presently he hears a squeak, An" then a grane an" gruntle; He by his shouther gae a keek, An" tumbl"d wi" a wintle Out-owre that night.
He roar"d a horrid murder-shout, In dreadfu" desperation!
An" young an" auld cam rinnin" out, An" hear the sad narration; He swoor "twas hilchin Jean M"Craw, Or crouchie Merran Humphie, "Till, stop! she trotted thro" them a"; An" wha was it but Grumphie Asteer that night!
Meg fain wad to the barn hae gaen, To win three wechts o" naething;[39]
But for to meet the deil her lane, She pat but little faith in: She gies the herd a pickle nits, An" twa red cheekit apples, To watch, while for the barn she sets, In hopes to see Tam Kipples That vera night.
She turns the key wi" cannie thraw, An" owre the threshold ventures; But first on Sawnie gies a ca", Syne bauldly in she enters: A ratton rattled up the wa", An" she cried, L--d preserve her!
An" ran thro" midden-hole an" a", An" pray"d wi" zeal and fervour, Fu" fast that night.
They hoy"t out Will, wi sair advice; They hecht him some fine braw ane; It chanc"d the stack he faddom"t thrice,[40]
Was timmer-propt for thrawin"; He taks a swirlie auld moss-oak, For some black, grousome carlin; An" loot a winze, an" drew a stroke, "Till skin in blypes cam haurlin"
Aff"s nieves that night.
A wanton widow Leezie was, As canty as a kittlin; But, och! that night, amang the shaws, She got a fearfu" settlin"!
She thro" the whins, an" by the cairn, An" owre the hill gaed scrievin, Whare three lairds" lands met at a burn,[41]