KATHARINE—We see you as we see a face 41 XX. TO F. J. S.—I read, dear friend 42 XXI. REQUIEM—Under the wide and starry sky 43 XXII. THE CELESTIAL SURGEON—If I have faltered 44 XXIII. OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS—Out of the sun 45 XXIV. Not yet, my soul 50 XXV. It is not yours, O mother, to complain 53 XXVI. THE SICK CHILD—O mother, lay your hand on 56 my brow XXVII. IN MEMORIAM F. A. S.—Yet, O stricken heart 58 XXVIII. TO MY FATHER—Peace and her huge invasion 60 XXIX. IN THE STATES—With half a heart 62 XXX. A PORTRAIT—I am a kind of farthing dip 63 XXXI. Sing clearlier, Muse 65 XXXII. A CAMP—The bed was made 66 XXXIII. THE COUNTRY OF THE CAMISARDS—We travelled 67 in the print of olden wars XXXIV. SKERRYVORE—For love of lovely words 68 XXXV. SKERRYVORE: THE PARALLEL—Here all is sunny 69 XXXVI. My house, I say 70 XXXVII. My body which my dungeon is 71 XXXVIII. Say not of me that weakly I declined 73 BOOK II.—_In Scots_ I. THE MAKER TO POSTERITY—Far ’yont amang the 77 years to be II. ILLE TERRARUM—Frae nirly, nippin’, Eas’lan’ 80 breeze III. When aince Aprile has fairly come 85 IV. A MILE AN’ A BITTOCK 87 V. A LOWDEN SABBATH MORN—The clinkum-clank o’ 89 Sabbath bells VI. THE SPAEWIFE—O, I wad like to ken 98 VII. THE BLAST—1875—It’s rainin’. Weet’s the 100 gairden sod VIII. THE COUNTERBLAST—1886—My bonny man, the 103 warld, it’s true IX. THE COUNTERBLAST IRONICAL—It’s strange that 108 God should fash to frame X. THEIR LAUREATE TO AN ACADEMY CLASS DINNER 110 CLUB—Dear Thamson class, whaure’er I gang XI. EMBRO HIE KIRK—The Lord Himsel’ in former 114 days XII. THE SCOTSMAN’S RETURN FROM ABROAD—In mony a 118 foreign pairt I’ve been XIII. Late in the nicht 125 XIV. MY CONSCIENCE!—Of a’ the ills that flesh 130 can fear XV. TO DOCTOR JOHN BROWN—By Lyne and Tyne, by 133 Thames and Tees XVI.