The Genius of Scotland; or, Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and ReligionTurnbull, Robert
Religion
The Genius of Scotland; or, Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and Religion
Turnbull, Robert
Scotland -- Description and travel
Your health and happiness are ever _ane_ addition to my
satisfaction. God make your life ever easy and pleasant. Half a
century of years have now row'd oe'r my brow, that begins now to
be _lyart_;[67] yet thanks to my Author, I eat, drink, and sleep
as sound as I did twenty years _syne_;[68] yes, I laugh heartily
too, and find as many subjects to employ that faculty upon as ever;
fools, fops and knaves, grow as rank as formerly, yet here and
there are to be found good and worthy men, who are _ane_ honor to
_human_ life. We have small hopes of seeing you again in our world;
then let us be virtuous and hope to meet in heaven. My good _auld_
wife is still my bedfellow; my son Allan has been pursuing your
science since he was a dozen years _auld_--was with Mr. Hyffidg, at
London, for some time, about two years ago--has been since at home,
painting here like a Raphael--sets out for the seat of the beast,
beyond the Alps, in a month hence--to be away about two years. I'm
_sweer_[69] to part with him, but _canna_ stem the current which
flows from the advice of his patrons and his own inclination. I
have three daughters, one of seventeen, one of sixteen, and one of
twelve years of old, and no _rewayled dragle_[70] among them, all
fine girls. These six or seven years past I have not written a line
of poetry. I e'en gave over in good time, before the coolness of
fancy, that attends advanced years, should make me risk the
reputation I had acquired.
Frae twenty-five to five and forty,
My muse was neither _sweer_[71] nor _dorty_,[72]
My Pegasus wad break her _tether_,[73]
E'en at the _shagging_ of a feather;
And _throw_[74] ideas scour like _drift_,
_Streaking_ his wings up to the lift;
Then when my soul was in a low[75]
That gart[76] my numbers safely row;[77]
But _eild_[78] and judgment _gin_[79] to say,
Let be your _sangs_ and learn to pray.
I am, Sir, your friend and servant,
ALLAN RAMSAY."
[Footnote 67: Wrinkled.]
[Footnote 68: Since.]
[Footnote 69: Loth.]
[Footnote 70: Uncouth sloven.]
[Footnote 71: Reluctant.]
[Footnote 72: Proud or stiff.]
[Footnote 73: Halter.]
[Footnote 74: Through.]
[Footnote 75: Blaze.]
[Footnote 76: Caused.]
[Footnote 77: Roll.]
[Footnote 78: Age.]
[Footnote 79: Begin.]
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