THE WASHING. BAULD wee birkie, what's the matter, Gi'es ye sic a bonnie skin; Cease your spurring, tak' your washing, Gin you dinna quit your splashing, I may douk ye ower the head. Now it's ower, my bonnie dearie, Now, ye funny frisking fairy! See how snod ye're now and sleek! Lights your e'e and dyes your cheek; Cleanliness gi'es joy and health. YOUR DADDY'S FAR AT SEA. YOUR daddy's far at sea, bonnie bairn! bonnie bairn! Your daddy's far at sea, bonnie bairn! Your daddy's far at sea! winning gold for you and me, And how happy yet we'll be! bonnie bairn, bonnie bairn! And how happy yet we'll be, bonnie bairn! Your daddy's leal and true, bonnie bairn, bonnie bairn! Your daddy's leal and trne, bonnie bairn! Your daddy's leal and true, to your minnie and to you, And beloved by all the crew, bonnie bairn, bonnie bairn! And beloved by all the crew, bonnie bairn! Then we'll pray for daddy's weal, bonnie bairn, bonnie bairn, Then we'll pray for daddy's weal, bonnie bairn ; We'll pray for daddy's weal, that distress he ne'er may feel, While he guides the sheet or wheel, bonnie bairn, bonnie bairn! While he guides the sheet or wheel, bonnie bairn ! Should hurricanes arise, bonnie bairn, bonnie bairn, Should hurricanes arise, lashing seas up to the skies, May his guide be the ALL-WISE, bonnie bairn, bonnie bairn! May his guide be the ALL-WISE, bonnie bairn! 'Mid the tempest's gloomy path, bonnie bairn, bonnie bairn, 'Mid the tempest's gloomy path, bonnie bairn; 'Mid the tempest's gloomy path, may he brave its wildest wrath, While it strews the deep with death, bonnie bairn, bonnie bairn ! While it strews the deep with death, bonnie bairn! And on the wings of mercy borne, bonnie bairn, bonnie bairn, And on the wings of mercy borne, bonnie bairn; On wings of mercy borne, may he soon and safe return, To make glad the hearts that mourn, bonnie bairn, bonnie bairn! To make glad the hearts that mourn, bonnie bairn ! A FULL-LENGTH PORTRAIT Of a Thing to be seen daily in the Trongate and Argyle Street, Glasgow. WRITTEN IN 1831. QUOTH Nature to Art, "My dear handmaid, come, view But how you're to do it, I really know not, "What a pity that I should be ever in haste, As some wants may occur, or some parts be misplaced ! That even myself may make some things in vain ; This is one of these things I would fain throw away. But take it, and make it whatever you can:- "Observe how the creature does chatter and grin, And when your whole pains on the thing you bestow, Quoth Art, "I'll endeavour to give it a touch, Then Art took the creature, and got it incased All these mixed together, with nonsense great store, To finish the rest of it, what does Art do? She dresses the thing in a smart cut surtout, With vest and drill trousers of exquisite make, And makes it resemble half puppy, half rake; Upon its slim legs, and its tender feet, puts A pair of silk stockings, and nonpareil boots— Gives it frills, a high collar, and stiffened cravat, And overtops all with a sugar loaf hat— Puts into its delicate hand a small caneMakes it sport a fine quizzing-glass hung from a chainInstructs it to scrape, bow, and turn out its toesClaps a pair of green spectacles on its sharp noseInserts in its muzzle a lighted cigar, To give it the air of a swaggering tar Makes it study the gracefullest way to take snuff— Gives its phiz a horn-sheathing to make it blush-proofBestows on it whiskers of African's hair, And sets it a strutting a la militaire : Thus she goes on re-touching, from bottom to top, Till the thing's wholly finished-an exquisite Fop. PETER CORNCLIPS. A TALE. "TWAS New'rday, aughteen twenty-four, |