The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1845-08-17


faithful. Our reporters were instructed to 9
,curale views of what really occurred on the ca
rounds, in order that the rest OF the worid ini'
able to nudge correctly and lnpartiaiiy OF Tue c.
cter. objects and tendencies OF these meetings
hese descriptions are, we find, precisely similar
Al oraphic and eminently effective picture WIN
lrns has eiyen in his Holy FAIR" None OF Q
aders who recolIect the description, VIII quar-
ith us for recalling some portions oil II TO I'M
emory, and those who have not before read
EN-, wall be, we hope, duly grateful.
My name is Fun-your cronie dear
The nearest friend We haze;
An this is Superstition here,
An that's Hypocrisy.
IN gaun TO Mauchline Holy Fair,
To spend an hour in dafin';
Gin We IL go there, yon ruukled pair,
We will get famous laughin'
AT them this day
Here stands shed TO fend the showrs,
An screen our countra gentry,
There, racer Jess, an twa-thres VS.,
Are blinkin' at the entry.
Here sits a raw Of tittln jais.
VII heavin' breast and bare neck
An there batch of wabster lads,
Safeguarding irse kimsrnock,
For iun this day.
Here some are thnkn on their sins.
An some upo' their claes
Ane curses feet that fyl'd his shins,
Anither signs an prsys;
On this hand sits chosen swatch,
WI screwd-up grace-proud faces;
On that a set o. chaos at watch,
Thrang wnkn on the lssscs
To chairs that day.
o happy is that man and blest
(Nae wonder that il pixie him
Wnase ain dear lass. that he likes best,
Comes clinkin down beside him
WI arm repos'd on the chair back.
He sweetly does compose him
Which by degrees, slips round her neck,
An looi upon her bosom,
Unkenn'd that day.
Now a. the congregation Ger
Is silent expectation;
For t+t-t speels the holy door,
Wi tidings o. damndton.
Should Horne, as in ancient days,
'Aiang sons o God present him,
The very sight o. .*-''s face,
To . ain het hame had sent him
WI fright that day.
Hear how he clears the points O. faith
Wi rattlin' an wi thumpin'.
Now meekly calm now wild in wrath,
He s stsmpin' an lie S Jumpin'.
His lengthen'd chin, his turn'o up snout,
His eldrltch squeel and gestures,
how they fire the heart devout,
Like canthaiidian pldsters,
On sic day
The lads an lasses blythely bent
To mind bath saul an body,
Sit round the table weel Content
An steer about the toddy.
On this ane's dress, an that ane's leuk
They re making observations;
While some are cozie L the neuk
An forming designations,
To meet some day.
But now the Lords ain trumpet touts,
Till a the hills are rairin',
An echoes back return the shouts:
Black tt-tf+ is nae spairin'
His piercing words, Ike Highland swords
Divide the Joints an marrow
His talk o. HE'LL where devils dwell,
Our vera souls does harrow
WI fright that day
vast unbottom'd boundless pit,
Fill'd fou o. lowin' brunstane,
Whase raging fame an scorctin' heat
Wad mel the hardest whunstane
The halfasleep start up wi fear,
An think they hear it roarn,
When presently it does appear
Twas but some neebor snoring
Asleep that day.
How monte hearts this day converts
o. sinners and o. lasses.
Their hearts o. stane, gin night, are game
As saft onie flesh is.
There IS some are iou o. love divine:
There Is some are fou o brandy;
An monte Jobs that day begin,
May end in houghmagandie+
Some ither day.