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Alas! for ance ye've spoke owre true! When madness reigns, calm thought adieu ! Yet hark ye, friend, ere parting;
Though for a day fools mount in air, When mirk night comes, in dumb despair, Sa't tears will then be starting.
Tears! tears for what?
Strong Ale-For follies past;
For ruin hurl'd in thriftless waste;
For friends and kindred scattered wide;
The picture's waefu', we confess;
But for the cause, the learn'd may guess,
Weel, weel, ye ken! tho' laith to speak,
Your blushing face wad tell it.
Weel, weel ye ken! five years and mair
The wounds that bled are scarce skinn'd o'er, The wretch that mourn'd frae door to door, Is hardly yet done weeping.
Pugh! what the sorrow was't I did?
Did ye ne'er do the same now ?
Drunk, ay is drunk, what maks the sin?
That brings the skaith or shame now?
When drunk wi' ale, fools dose to rest
Madd'ning wi' you, the sage turns fool;
Affection flees the parent's heart!
O' slight and want before him!..
Poison'd by thee wi' knawing pain,
Fast, fast the blooming blossoms fly!
Tutor❜d by thee, infernal guide!
Vice spreads his crime-stain'd banners wide
Dark rapine prowls in midnight death;
These are thy blessings! reptile vile !
Upstarted now, forsooth, and crouse!
There, blackguard! there ye'll had your reign,
O'thieves, and hell-fir'd fallows;
Scar'd at the speech, aff in a fright
While ilka virtue hiss'd him;
Trembling, vile wretch! he reach'd the door,
Whar loud in riot's dru'kin roar
Whores and distillers kiss'd him.'
SCOTS MAGAZINE, 1802.
TRAVELLING IN GERMANY.
WHAT the Germans call a Diligence, or Post-wagen, dragging its slow length through this delicious scene, is a bad feature in the picture. Much as we laugh at the meagre cattle, the knotted rope-harness, and slumbering pace of the machines which bear the same name in France, the French have outstripped their less alert neighbours in every thing that regards neatness, and comfort, and expedition. The German carriage resembles the French one, but is still more clumsy and unwieldy. The luggage, which generally constitutes by far the greater part of the burden, (for your Diligence is a servant of all work, and takes a trunk just as cheerfully as a passenger), is placed, not above, but in the rear. Behind the carriage a flooring projects from above the axle of the hind wheels, equal, in length and breadth, to all the rest of the vehicle. On this is built up a castle of boxes and packages, that generally shoots out beyond the wheels, and towers far above the roof of the carriage.. The whole weight is increased as
much as possible by the strong chains intended to secure the fortification from all attacks in the rear; for the guard, like his French brother, will expose himself neither to wind nor weather, but forthwith retires to doze in his cabriolet, leaving to its fate the edifice which has been reared with much labour and marvellous skill. Six passengers, if so many bold men can be found, are packed up inside; two, more happy or less daring, take their place in the cabriolet with the guard. The breath of life is insipid to a German without the breath of his pipe; the insides puff most genially right into each other's faces. With such an addition to the ordinary mail-coach miseries of a low roof, a perpendicular back, legs suffering like a martyr's in the boots, and scandalously scanty air-holes, the Diligence becomes a very Black Hole. True, the police has directed its denunciations against smoking, and Meinherr the conducteur (he has no native appellation) is specially charged with their execution; but Meinherr the conducteur, from the cravings of his own appetite, has a direct interest in allowing them to sleep, and is often the very first man to propose putting them to rest. To this huge mass, this combination of stage-coach and carrier's cart, are yoked four meagre, ragged cattle, and the whole dashes along, on the finest roads, at the rate of rather more than three English miles an hour, stoppages included. The matter of refreshments is conducted with a very philanthropical degree of leisure, and at every con