_Wa_, or _waw_, wall. _Wad_, would. _Wadna_, would not. _Wae_, sorrowful; woe. _Waefu'_, woeful. _Waff_, wandering by itself; worthless. _Wale_, to pick and choose; the best. _Wame_, womb, the belly. _Wan_, won. _War_, or _warse_, worse. _Ware_, wares, merchandise; to expend. _Wark_, work. _Warld_, world. _Warlock_, wizard. _Warst_, worst. _Wat_, or _wit_, to know. _Wather_, a male sheep that has been gelded while a lamb. _Watna-whats_, know-not-whats. _Wauk_, or _wawk_, to walk; to watch. _Wawking_, watching. _We'an_, or _wee ane_, a child. _Wear up_, to drive off. _Wee_, little. _Ween_, thought, imagined, supposed. _Weer_, to stop or oppose. _Westlin_, westerly, westward. _West-Port_, the sheep market-place of Edinburgh. _Wha_, who. _Whase_, whose. _Whilk_, which. _Whindging_, whining, whimpering. _Whins_, furze. _Whisht_, hush, hold your peace. _Whop_, whip. _Will-fire_, wild fire. _Wimpling_, a turning backward and forward, winding like the meanders of a river. _Win_, or _won_, to reside, dwell. _Winna_, will not. _Winsom_, gaining, desirable, agreeable, complete, large, handsome, charming. _Withershins_, motion against the sun. _Wobster_,--_the deel gaes o'er John Wobster_, the devil's to pay. _To Won_, to dry by exposing to the sun and air. _Wond_, wound, wrapped around. _Woo_, or _w_, wool. _Wood_, mad. _Woody_, the gallows: for, a withy was formerly used as a rope for hanging criminals. _Wordy_, worthy. _Wow_, wonderful, strange. _Wrang_, wrong. _Wreaths_ of snow, when heaps of it are blown together by the wind. _Wyle_, or _wile_, to entice. _Wyte_, or _wite_, to blame, blame. Y. _Yestreen_, yesternight. _Yont_, beyond. _Youdith_, youthfulness. _Youl_, to yell. _Yule_, Christmas. * * * * * A CATALOGUE OF THE SCOTTISH POETS, FROM THE EARLIEST PERIOD. _Sages and chiefs long since had birth, Ere Cæsar was, or Newton nam'd; These rais'd new empires o'er the earth,-- And those, new heav'ns and systems fram'd; Vain was the chiefs', the sages' pride! They had no poet, and they died. In vain they schem'd, in vain they bled! They had no poet, and are dead._ A. POPE. Book Catalogues are to men of letters what the compass and the lighthouse are to the mariner, the railroad to the merchant, the telegraph wires to the editor, the digested index to the lawyer, the pharmacop[oe]ia and the dispensatory to the physician, the sign-post to the traveller, the screw, the wedge, and the lever to the mechanic; in short, they are the labour-saving machines, the concordances, of literature WESTERN MEMORABILIA. [Illustration] NEW YORK: WILLIAM GOWANS. 1852. CATALOGUE OF THE SCOTTISH POETS, AND OF THE BEST EDITIONS OF THEIR WORKS. * * * * *