Our friend a mixture p’rhaps may have, Which we Madeira ca’ that; And daubs which bear a heavy price, They’re “_vary sheep_” for a’ that, For a’ that and a’ that, We’ll drive a trade in a’ that; Receipts may be a penny stamp, We’ll do our bills for a’ that. _Diogenes._ August, 1853. ―――― “A GIRL’S A GIRL FOR A’ THAT.” Is there a lady in all the land That boasts her rank and a’ that? With scornful eye we pass her by, And little care for a’ that; For nature’s charm shall bear the palm―― A girl’s a girl for a’ that. What though her neck with gems she deck, With folly’s gear and a’ that, And gaily ride in pomp and pride; We can dispense with a’ that. An honest heart acts no such part―― A girl’s a girl for a’ that. The nobly born may proudly scorn A lonely lass and a’ that; A pretty face has far more grace Than haughty looks and a’ that! A bonny maid needs no such aid―― A girl’s a girl for a’ that. Then let us trust that come it must, And sure it will for a’ that, When faith and love, all arts above, Shall reign supreme and a’ that, And every youth confess the truth―― A girl’s a girl for a’ that. N. E. R., Fence Houses. _Once a Week_, 1869. ―――― A CAD’S A CAD FOR A’ THAT. Is there a Jingo, proud and high, “Who cocks his nose and a’ that? The swaggering sumph, we pass him by―― We dare be just for a’ that! For a’ that, and a’ that, His sniggering scorn, and a’ that: The sneer is but the club-room’s stamp, The clay is Cad’s for a’ that! What though on civic fare he dine, Wear Court attire and a’ that; Give churls their turtle, clowns their wine, A Cad’s a Cad for a’ that: For a’ that and a’ that, Their patriot show and a’ that: The selfish Snob, or rich or poor, Is Cad at heart for a’ that! Ye see yon trickster, late clubbed Lord, Who dodges, dupes, and a’ that; Though thousands shout at each smart word, He’s charlatan for a’ that! For a’ that and a’ that, His riband, star, and a’ that; The man of just considerate mind, He smiles――or sighs――at a’ that! A Cad may boast of power of fight, Of patriot zeal, and a’ that; But trust in right’s above his flight; He has not pluck for a’ that! For a’ that and a’ that, Their blatant bounce and a’ that: Fair play, stern justice, steadfast calm, Show truer grit than all that!