The fragment referred to is printed in the black letter, the letterpress measures 4½ inches by 2½ inches. It commences on folio 4, the leaves, not the pages, being numbered, and by a printer’s error folio 112 is numbered 113. The signs run from A to O in eights, sign P having four leaves which are not numbered. The first three leaves of sign A are lost, and folio 4 commences with some short prayers. These missing leaves were doubtless occupied by the title, probably a short address to the reader, and the first portion of the above-mentioned prayers. Sign P 1 to 3 are occupied by a table, and on the obverse of P 4 is printed--“With The Haill hundredth and Fyftie Psalmis of David,” Sternhold and Hopkins’s Version. And beneath is the imprint thus--“Improntit at Edinburgh, be John Scot. Anno Do. 1567.” The reverse contains some doxologies, and, having no catch-word, has a finished appearance. Whether the above is to be considered as the title-page for the Psalms to follow, or as an advertisement for a separate book, I will not presume to decide, but at that time such advertisements were not common. On the reverse of O 8 the long-lost song, entitled “Welcum Fortoun,” is found, and is printed below. If ever the Scripture words, “Unto the pure all things are pure,” were applicable, it is in the present case, for it could only be by a far-fetched innuendo or a specious construing of words that the Assembly could have arrived at their decision and verdict. But I am rather inclined to think that the sin of the printer must have consisted more in the fact of his placing a secular song in conjunction with sacred hymns, and the more especially with the productions of the Divine Psalmist:-- WELCUM FORTOUN. Welcum Fortoun, welcum againe, The day and hour I may weill blis, Thou hes exilit all my paine, Quhilk to my hart greit plesour is. For I may say, that few men may, Seing of paine I am ’trest, I haif obtenit all my pay, The lufe of hir that I lufe best. I knaw nane sic as scho is one Sa trew, sa kynde, sa luiffandlie, Quhat suld I do and scho war gone; Allace yet had I lever die. To me scho is baith trew and kynde, Worthie it war scho had the praise, For na disdane in hir I find, I pray to God I may hir pleis. Quhen that I heir hir name exprest, My hart for joy dois loup thairfoir; Abufe all uther I lufe hir best, Unto I die, quhat wald scho moir.