And as the auld-farrand hero sees In Hell a bogle Hercules, Pit there the lesser deid to please, While he himsel’ Dwalls wi’ the muckle gods at ease Far raised frae hell: Sae the true Rabbie far has gane On kindlier business o’ his ain Wi’ aulder frien’s; an’ his breist-bane An’ stumpie tailie, He birstles at a new hearth stane By James and Ailie. XVI IT’S an owercome sooth for age an’ youth And it brooks wi’ nae denial, That the dearest friends are the auldest friends And the young are just on trial. There’s a rival bauld wi’ young an’ auld And it’s him that has bereft me; For the sürest friends are the auldest friends And the maist o’ mines hae left me. There are kind hearts still, for friends to fill And fools to take and break them; But the nearest friends are the auldest friends And the grave’s the place to seek them. * * * * * _Printed by_ R. & R. CLARK, LIMITED, _Edinburgh_. Footnotes {27} _Life on the Lagoons_, by H. F. Brown, originally burned in the fire at Messrs. Kegan Paul, Trench. and Co.’s. {66} From _Travels with a Donkey_. {67} From _Travels with a Donkey_.