Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?

But of all Nonsense, Religious Nonsense is the most nonsensical; so enough, & more than enough of it - Only, by the bye, will you, or can you tell me, my dear Cunningham, why a religioso turn of mind has always a tendency to narrow and illiberalise the heart?

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.

Some books are lies frae end to end.

Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

Life is but a day at most.