This burgess mouse his passage well has spied. The rural mouse lay flatlings on the ground, Syne1 comfort gave, with words as honey sweet. 'Why lie ye thus? Rise up, my sister dear, With water kail, and green beans and peas, With fair 'treaty, yet gart she her arise; From foot to foot he cast her to and frae, Whiles would he wink and play with her buik-hid;7 1'Syne:' then.-2 Lever:' rather.-3 Bawdrons:' the cat.-4 Hent:' seized. -5 'Cant:' lively.-6 'Strae:' straw.' 'Buik-hid:' body. Thus to the silly mouse great harm he did; Syne up in haste behind the panelling, So high she clamb, that Gilbert might not get her, Till he was gone, her cheer was all the better: Thy mangery is mingets all with care, So shall thou find hereafterward may fall. Were I into the place that I came frae, I cannot tell how afterward she fure.6 But I heard syne she passed to her den, Full beinly stuffed was both butt and ben, With peas and nuts, and beans, and rye and wheat; 1 'Crap:' crept.-2 Cluiks:' claws.-3 'Minget:' mixed.-4 Gane-full:' mouth ful.- 'Parpane:' partition.-6 Fure:' went.-' Beinly:' snugly. Whene'er she liked, she had enough of meat, [FROM THE MORAL.] Blessed be simple life, withouten dreid; Who has enough, of no more has he need, The sweetest life, therefore, in this country, THE GARMENT OF GOOD LADIES. Would my good lady love me best, Of high honour should be her hood, Her sark should be her body next, Of chastity so white: With shame and dread together mixt, The same should be perfite.7 Her kirtle should be of clean constance, 1'Sickerness:' security.-2 Gar:' cause.-3 Till:' to.- 'Deeming:' opinion. —5 'Deir:' injure.-6 Sark:' shift.-Perfite:' perfect.-8 'Lesum :' lawful. The mailies1 of continuance, For never to remove. Her gown should be of goodliness, Her belt should be of benignity, Her mantle of humility, To thole both wind and weet.5 Her hat should be of fair having, Her sleeves should be of esperance, Her shoes should be of sickerness,8 Would she put on this garment gay, I durst swear by my seill,9 That she wore never green nor gray 2 1 Mailies:' eyelet-holes.- 'Purfill'd:' fringed.-- 'Ilk:' each.—4 ‹ "Thole:' endure. 5 Weet:' wet.-6 'Pansing:' thinking.-7 'Her hals-ribbon of ruth:' her neck-ribbon of pity.-8 Sickerness:' firmness.-9 'Seill:' salvation.-10 Set:' became. WILLIAM DUNBAR. THIS was a man of the true and sovereign seed of genius. Sir Walter Scott calls Dunbar a poet unrivalled by any that Scotland has ever produced.' We venture to call him the Dante of Scotland; nay, we question if any English poet has surpassed 'The Dance of the Seven Deadly Sins through Hell' in its peculiarly Dantesque qualities of severe and purged grandeur, of deep sincerity, and in that air of moral disappointment and sorrow, approaching despair, which distinguished the sad-hearted lover of Beatrice, who might almost have exclaimed, with one yet mightier than he in his misery and more miserable in his might, 'Where'er I am is Hell-myself am Hell.' all Foster, in an entry in his journal, (we quote from memory,) says, 'I have just seen the moon rising, and wish the impression to be eternal. What a look she casts upon earth, like that of a celestial being who loves our planet still, but has given up hope of ever doing her any good or seeing her become any better-so serene she seems in her settled and unutterable sadness.' Such, we have often fancied, was the feeling of the great Florentine toward the world, and which-pained, pitying, yearning enthusiast that he was!-escaped irresistibly from those deep-set eyes, that adamantine jaw, and that brow, wearing the laurel, proudly yet painfully, as if it were a crown of everlasting fire! Dunbar was not altogether a Dante, either in melancholy or in power, but his Dance' reveals kindred moods, operating at times on a kindred genius. In Dante humour existed too, but ere it could come up from his deep nature to the surface, it must freeze and stiffen into monumental scorn-a laughter that seemed, while mocking at all things else, to mock at its own mockery most of all. Aird speaks, in his 'Demoniac,' of a smile upon his hero's brow, 'Like the lightning of a hope about to DIE For ever from the furrow'd brows of Hell's Eternity.' Dante's smile may rather be compared to the RISING of a false |