A Comic Chesterfield

"Helpless, alane, thou clamb the braeWi' meikle honest toil,And claucht th' unfading garland there,Thy sair-won, rightful spoil.

"And wear it there! and call aloudThis axiom undoubled:—Would thou have Nobles' patronage?First learn to live without it.

" 'To whom hae much, more shall be given'Is every great man's faith;But he, the helpless, needful wretch.Shall lose the mite he hath."

'The peerless Knight of Ellerslie,Who woo'd on Ayr's romantic shoreThe beaming torch of liberty;And roaming round from sea to sea,From glade obscure or gloomy rock,His bold compatriots called to freeThe realm from Edward's iron yoke.' "

"O drink of me only; O drink of this well,And fly from Tile whiskey, that lighter of hell.If you drink of me only—or drink of good ale—Long life will attend you—good spirits prevail.

"Reynolds has painted him,—a faceFilled with a fine, old-fashioned grace;"