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For the Bee.
Tsbe New-year's Morning in Edinburgh.

Though, on account of his English readers, the Editor will be cautious of admitting many poems written in the Scottish dialect; yet, as the following little poem possesses some degree of merit, and is descriptive of manners that are perpetually changing, he hopes his readers is general will approve of its insertion. Notes are added to explain allusions to customs, which would be otherwise unknown to strangers.

The bard wha fang o' hallow fair,

The daft days an' Leith races *,
Wha's cantie fangs dis kill our care

In mony funny places,
Forgat to ling the morning air,

Whan lasses fliaw their faces,
Wi guid het pilots f maist ilka where,

Ye'll kep them gau'n in braces,
Fu' soon that morn.

Hail hogmenai %, hail funny night,

For daffin' an' for drinkin',
For makin' a' thing right an' tight, •

For killin' care an' thinkin*;

* Fergulbn.

t Het-fints. Among the lower classes »f the people in Scotland, it i« customary for some person in each family to rise very early on new-year's morning, and prepare a kind of caudle, consisting of ale mixed with eggs beat up with sugar, and a little spirits, prepared hot, which is carried through every apartment in a stoup, (pot) containing a Scotch pint (two English quarts) and a cup of this is offered to each person when in bed. This beverage is technically called bet (i. e. hot) finti.

\ Hogmenai, the last night of the year. A great deal of gofipping and fun g»es t>n that evening. It was formerly the custom in the country for small parties of young people to go about from house to house disguised, and act a kind of play. These were called guisartt. The custom is now wearing out.

For rinnin' through the street like drift;

For kiffin' an' for clappin';
For clearin' up the mind an' sight,

Wi a weel made het chapin,

Fu' strang that morn.

By twal o'clock we tak the street,

There reel about like mad
While aft we get frae some we meet

O' guid short bread % a dad.
Then lasses lips like cherries sweet §,

We maun that morning prie,
Though for't we get a braw red cheek

Unless we be fu' flee,

To jink that morn.

Hech wase my heart, a barber lad

Did measure the street fairly,
An' roar'd an' rav'd like one stark mad.

He haud fa'an til't owet early.
A cellar upo' the high street,

'Bout onie ravel bare,
Gart the puir scraper tyne his feet,

An' tumble down the stair,

The creels that morn.

A wee drap drink is unco good

As lang's we keep frae anger,
It pits ane in a merry mood,

An' keeps them out o' langer.
But troth I'm flied that some daft chiel,

To some wrang place will stammer, ', /
An' fair against his will atweel

H'ell fee the counsel chammer,
For it next morn.

AD SE.

% Short bread, a kind of cake made of floor with butter, and sugar* baked hard. That and other sweet cakes are then distributed liberally to all guests in every family.

§ It was the universal custom in Scotland, till of late, for every male, to salute, by killing, every female of hit acquaintance, the first time he met her in the new year.

For the Bee. Pastoral Simplicity. (By the Rev. Mr. Tysson.)

Whilst other nymphs make hapless swains

Their victuals, pensive, hate
My Ella those small tricks disdains,

For Sylvie's happier fate
Such relifli to the rural meals,

For touch and looks impart, A keeness ev'ry stomach feels,

A fondness every heart.

Ella, my sweetly-sugar'd cream,

Can sugar sweet a'-new,
The snowy curds from Ella seem

To gain a snowier hue;
Help'd by her hands the enliv'ning cakes

A double life convey;
And from her breath the butter takes

A what no tongue can fay.

With care, ye gods, when Ella churns,

The gath'ring sweets secure,
Still be the print * her board adorns

From all errata pure;
Then Ella's praise and Sylvie's bliss

Shall my soft voice employ,
Ja notes that like her print or kiss

Shall please, yet never cloy.

* * Figure nf an heart.

The followihg piece has often been printed; but its Intrinsic merit is such as to entitle it to a place in every collection «f this sort. Could a miscellany be formed, that consisted entirely of pieces of equal value, one would have little occasion to regret their not being what are usually called original. Perhaps the homeliness of its dress may displease some; Hut the same circumstance will recommend it to others. It may furnish a good subject fora dissertation, to ascertain, which os these two parties hare the finest taste, or the soundest judgment.

Preliminary Address to the Pennsylvania Almanack, intituled Poor Richard's Almanack, for the year 17 j8^ Printed at Philadelphia.

Said to be written by Doctor Franklin.

I Have heard, that nothing gives an author so great pleasure as to find his works respectfully quoted by other learned authors. This pleasure I have seldom enjoyed; for though I have been, if I may say it without vanity, an eminent author (of Almanacks) annually now a full quarter of a century, my brother-authors in the fame way (for what reason I know not) have ever been very sparir.g in their applauses; and no other author has taken the least notice of me; so that, did not my writings produce me some solid pudding, the great deficiency of praise would have quite discouraged me.

I concluded, at length, that the people were the best judges of my merit, for they buy my works; and besides, in my rambles, where I am not personally known, I have frequently heard one or other of my adages repeated, with "As poor Richard fays" at the end on't. This gave me some satisfaction 5 as it {hewed not only that my instructions were regarded, but discovered likewise some respect for my authority : and I own, that, to encourage the practice of re-« membering and repeating those wise sentences, I have some' times quoted myself with great gravity.

Judge then how much I have been gratified by am inci« dent I am going to relate to you. I stopped my horse lately where a great number of people were collected at an auction*

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of merchants goods. The hour of sale not being come, they were conversing on the badness of the times \ and one of the company called to a-plain, clean, old man, with white locks, "Pray,, father Abraham, what think you of the times? Won't these heavy taxes quite ruin the country ? How shall we be ever able to pay them? What wolSld you advise us to?" Father Abraham stood up, and replied,—" If you'd have my advice, I'll give it you in short: "For a word to the wise is enough j and many words won't fill a bushel," as poor Richard fays." They joined in desiring him to speak his mind ; and gathering round him, he proceeded as follows:

"Friends, (fays he), and neighbours, the taxes are indeed very heavy; and if those laid on by the government were the only ones we had to pay, we might more easily discharge them; but we have many others, and much more grievous to some of us. We are taxed twice as much by our idleness, three times as much by our pride, and four times as much by our folly; and from these taxes the commissioners cannot ease or deliver us, by allowing an abatement. However, let us- hearken to good advice, and something may be done for us; "God helps them that help themselves," as poor Richard fays, in his Almanack.

It would be thought a hard government that should tax its people one tenth part of then- time, to be employed in its service; but idleness taxes many of us much more, if we reckon all that is spent in absolute sloth or doing of nothing, with that which is spent in idle employments, or amusements that amount to nothing. Sloth, by bringing o» diseases, absolutely shortens life. "Sloth, like rust, consumes faster than labour wears, while the key used is always bright," as poor Richard fays. "But dost thou love life? then do not iquander time, for that's the stuff life is made of," as poor Richard fays- How much more than is necessary do we spend m sleep! forgetting that "the sleeping fox catches no poultry, and that there will be sleeping enough in the grave," as poor Richard fays. "If time be of all things the most precious, wasting time must be (as poor Richard fays} the greatest prodigality;" since, as he elsewhere tells, "Lost time is never found again; and what we call time enough, always proves little enough," Let us then up afnd be doing, and doing to the purpose j so by diligence

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