We hae muckle fear for the weal o' the Cantry o'Breetan, frae the great deal o' ill huiks, like unto the deil's buiks, and the like o'that. We hae juist glowred o'er a wee bnikee, a verra bad buik indeed--a verra bad buifc. An' we are verra sorey to say, there are money o' sic bad buiks, fu' o-' daflin, trying to thraw contemp upo' the thron an' the halter, ca'ing the Lord Provost a full, an' the Lord Advocate nae better, and a' the great folk pawkie loons; an' we can compare't to naething but the muckle black de'il fiddling thro' the toon. As sic is the case, it's nae for the siller we're writing, but oot o' pure lawyellty an' patriotism for the guid o' the Cantry. Gin the silly peeple keun'd what wa'd be guid for them, they wa'd nae fash themsels aboot learning to read ava, or read naething but our Maggy-zeen, an' we hope to see the day whan there'll be naething but our Maggy-zeen read thro' a' the Cantry; for we are fermly persuaded that the folk are turning o'er learned, an' we are aye endeavoring to write them doon to the state o' happy ignorance an' respectfu' submission that they war in, whan the guid-wife wad say to her ain guid man, 'Git up, Donald, and be hangit, an' dinna anger the laird!' It's naething but right and proper that King Geordie an' his _Mean-astres_ s'ud juist hae their ain gait o't in a' things 'as the Cat had wi' the haggis:--ate the pudden, an' gaed to sleep i' the bag!' For an it be na sae, we're muckle afeerd that his most gracious _Mad-jestie_ winna be aible to eat his parritch, an' scrach himsel' in safety. N. B. We hae great help _in preevat_ frae Sir Wattie, who _conn'd-his-ends de'el-hight-fully_, an' his guid-son, Maister Lackheart, is our perticular freend an' contra-booter; an' Maister Blackguard drives that 'Jacobite Relic' Jamie Hogg, the aye-trick Sheepherd, juist as he likes. And sae we'll hae mony delectfu' extracts fra' the buiks prentit in Niddry's Wynd, an' a wallet o' ballets pruiving the truith o' the sayen o' his _Mad-jestie_ King Jamie the Saxt, that 'to scratch whare it etches is o'er muckle luck-surie for a mere sabject.' _Edinburgh: Printed for W. Blackwood, 17, Princes-street._ ***** In thin Quarto, A VISION OF WANT OF JUDGMENT. By SLOBBER'D MOUTHEY, Esq. Hell, Hell, D--; Poet Sorry-head, Mumbler of the Royal Spanish Satiety, of the Satieties of every other place, of the Royal Order of Turncoats, and of an eminent Welch Obscurity {236} A NEW VISION, By ROBERT SOUTHEY, Esq.! LL.D.!! Poet Laureate!!! &c.!!!! &c.!!!!! &c.!!!!!!