* Quaere. 2 Yet, as I ane day hope to climb Thro' some sma' chink to realms o' rhyme, If I scrawl verse, But say I might hae wasted time 3 Besides, I'm readin' Burns the poet, Wad be (tho' far I fa' below it) 4 Having set Pegasus agoin', Wi' weel-nibb'd pen, and ink aflowin' An' let ye ken in stanzas glowin' What I'm about. 5 At present, then, your friend's reposin' Sma', common minds wad think him dozin' While a' the time he's fast composin' These lines to you. 'In writin' werse," as Sam Veller says (?) thus—“ I might hae wasted time In writn' werse"-scil. verse. "Ise"-I will-I'll. "Aiblins "-Anglice, perhaps. "Fou"-corned. 6 You must excuse this ramblin' letter; For luve to thought's an awfu' fetter An' 'twas but late yestreen I met her 7 Those liquid een o' winsome blue (Like sparklin' draps o' heav'n's ain dew), Are aye before me; Where'er I turn they meet my view An' hover owre me! 8 To think o' her an' naething but her An' aften scarce escape the gutter 9 Fu' aft I've talk'd o' laughin' girls Wi' mickle glee But she, alas! my heartstrings dirls t "Ae"- One, in contradistinction to "Ane," which is used as in "Any one," "One says," etc. +"Dirls"-causes to flutter. 10 Na, ne'er till now I've felt the sway Sighs aft as if it fain wad stay II 10 o'clock P.M. Geordie, while I was up here writin', (Duty with Inclination fightin' To keep me to it), For rhymes my harmless goosequill bitin,' *Now she is gone my spirits, alas! have fled with her, as you may see by the dulness of my versification. 14 Oh! had I but ae lock o' hair That now sae fondly nestles there, For a' life's ills I wadna care While gazin' on it! 15 The fact is, Geordie, I'm a fule, Tho' nat accordin' t'ony rule (As 'tis wi' some) drumm'd in at schule. By dint o' thrashin', But worse-I'm Cupid's veriest tool, The slave o' passion. 16 Yet, walkin' wi' her for a mile, Is quite eneugh the sense to rile 17 Dear frien', I charge ye ance for all An' roast ye in infernal hall Wi' brunstane matches! "Auld Clootie "-the Deil-Old Nick. 18 May wee imps haunt your restless sleep, An' sair torment ye, Because ye didna secret keep The rhymes I sent ye. 19 Or, warse than a', may certain lasses An' smilin' walk wi' stupid asses To gie him pain! Dear Geordie I end-I trust you are well, Lowell did not find the regular discipline and required studies of the college course suited to his taste. Other interests were more to him than those of the recitationroom. Required by the system of instruction which then prevailed to pursue certain studies for which he had no bent, with excusable boyish folly he asserted his independence by neglecting the set lesson, often substituting for it something of more worth intrinsically and for himself. But this negligence, persisted in, in spite of the remonstrance of friends, brought him finally under college discipline, and in the early summer of 1838 he was suspended for a period of several months, and was sent to Concord to carry |