hinted at, in the place of his birth. Where was the countenance the higher ranks should have conferred on him?-Where the support the wealthy could have given him to prosecute his studies and improve in his darling avocation? Merit in the lower paths of life was akin to a miracle in the eyes of the richer class of his native community, and miracles having died with the apostles they were not now to be believed. We have done with our sketch. Sensible as we are that this essay is very defective in many respects-that it is often abridged where it should have been full and particular, and diffuse where it should have been concise and general, nevertheless, despite these faults, it will serve its end of being a kind of rude chart, by which some able hand may direct his course while prosecuting under happier auspices the same subjects of which we have treated. The mistakes or omissions which the attentive reader may discover, as they were either involuntary on our part or originated from lack of better information, it is hoped will be forgiven or at least charitably construed. What has been written was from the worthy motive of giving to our countrymen a bead roll of names belonging to this district that deserve not to perish without some tribute being paid to their memory, however inadequate such may be to their deserts, or insufficient to secure them from the obliviousness which time throws over the most illustrious dead. I see that makaris amang the laif, Playis heir thair padyanis, fyne gois to graif; Timor mortis conturbat me. QUOD DUNBAR. APPENDIX. No. 1. The Geste of Schir Gormalyn And the Reid Woulf at the warldis end. Lythe and listen feeris al, In quhat manere thirlit in thralle, Be ane reid Woulff, ane ugsum fende, Quhyll ane knicht breem did wend Thilk woulffis hert till tere. Then this burde bricht to bring His aventuris, grit to tell, Quhairfoir me rede you well, His laude to roune. Gude Gormalyn bene pricken onne, Stalwarth and fre. Ouir forthis, holtis, and how, F "Quhar wonnis thow knicht, "I gang, quod Gormalyn, Quhat cace has happit the, Thorow this land gude? "Welaway! mi hertis broken Wi moche wae ywroken," Quod the villeine; "Syne ane reid woulfis stown, The swete May growan Als lyk ane rois blowan, This woulff ben grit in bane, Wi lang touzlit mane, Hideous to see ; Eyne lyk beadis of fyr, With ane reid selcouth lyre, Paweis scharpenit Abune al gre. Dwelland at the warldis end, Nocht pitie him kend, Bot dois devore Flokkis, Schepperdis, Wemen, Maydis, bairnis, eild men, Then slinkis to his den In moche glore. Malisounis on him licht, Of this royame braid; And doomit to the deid, Scho is perdie Ilede, Sua sorrowis spryng. Sith quhen the king heris Of this cace; Certes, baith me and myne Quhilk makis me dwyne Up stertit Gormalyn, Lyk ane suche of wynd, "Be him that bled on tre, This samen May schall I fre, Out syne he drawis his suerd; Quhat airt it mote fall, Quhilk fallow he schall, Quhyll he mote saif mell Wi the woulffis den. Waffland till the west, Joukand till the east, Was sumdele the suerd, Southlandis it whiles did beck, Qubyll in fine north its neck Bendand bot ane cheque Daddit on erd. (Multa deerant) Furth prickit he throch the wud, Lyk ane black clud, In tide tempestive, Calland loud and hie, On the woulff ne to flee, He was belive. Alace in the woulffis mouth, Hir waist jimp and sma, Crushit was atwixt his jaw, And hir heid hong law, Sad thoch decore. Hir armis saft and lyte, And halse ivorie quhyt Sweepit the grund. Quhyll hir goun in the wynd, Trailand wes behind, Alace! sicht of sic kynd, Niver was fund. Wae wes Schir Gormalyn, Syne neir he ne win, Albe he straive; Eftsune his horss coupit On feet he swyth ran Nicht and day. Thorow day he ay saw Hir sklendir waist in woulffis jaw, And thorow nicht a mane law, For mercie alwaie. |