'For here yestreen I brewed a bow of maut, Yestreen I slew twa wethers prime and fat. A furlet of good cakes, my Elspa beuk, And a large ham hangs reesting in the neuk. I saw mysel', or I cam o'er the loan, Our muckle pot that scads the whey, put on, A mutton-bouk to boil, and ane we'll roast; And on the haggies Elspa spares nae cost. Small are they shorn, and she can mix fu' nice The gusty ingans wi' a curn of spice; Fat are the puddings,--heads and feet weel sung.' The second scene introduces a new element into the drama. Another shepherd, Bauldy (Archibald) by name, has also been smitten with Peggy's charms--and it affords an excellent idea of the simplicity of these rural districts in Scotland, when he repairs to a poor old woman named Mause, whom the district reputes to be a witch, to entreat her aid in turning Peggy's heart towards himself. Bauldy's picture of Peggy, in his soliloquy, is beautiful in its very simplicity-- 'O Peggy! sweeter than the dawning day, Sweeter than gowany glens or new-mawn hay; Blyther than lambs that frisk out o'er the knowes, Straighter than aught that in the forest grows. Her een the clearest blob of dew out-shines, The lily in her breast its beauty tines; Her legs, her arms, her cheeks, her mouth, her een, Will be my deid'-- The existence of superstition among the Scottish peasantry, a state of things lasting until well on into last century, is also well brought out in Bauldy's soliloquy, when he refers to Mausy, 'a witch that for sma' price, can cast her cantrips, and gie me advice.' Mause, meaning to read the faithless lover of Neps a lesson, consents to help him. The fourth scene of the Second Act is undoubtedly one of the finest in the drama--the meeting of the lovers, Patie and Peggy. The two great constituents of a successful piece, strength and pathos, are both present in rich measure. To test her lover's fidelity, the maiden, with coy coquetry, affects to think that he might alter his mind and deceive her if she trusted him too implicitly. To this Patie replies that she deeply wrongs him in doubting his fidelity, and that he would be dull and blind 'Gif I could fancy aught's sae sweet and fair As my sweet Meg, or worthy of my care. Thy breath is sweeter than the sweetest brier, Thy cheek and breast the finest flowers appear, Thy words excel the maist delightfu' notes That warble through the merle or mavis' throats; With thee I tent nae flowers that busk the field, Or ripest berries that our mountains yield; The sweetest fruits that hing upon the tree Are far inferior to a kiss frae thee.' With all a loving woman's sweet perversity, however, Peggy still affects to doubt, only to be indulged in the delicious bliss of hearing her lover's vows anew--