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THE UPSHOT OF THE HISTORY.

———- OH! that folk wad weel conſider What it is to ſyne a name, What this warl is athegither, If bereft of honeſt fame!

Poortith ne'er can bring diſhonour, Hard Ships ne’er breed ſorrows smart, If bright conſcience taks upon her To ſhed ſunſhine round the heart.

But wi a’ that walth can borrow, Guilty ſhame will ay look down; What maun then ſhame, want, and ſorrow, Wandering ſad frae town to town!

Jeanie Miller, ance ſare cheerie, Ance ſae happy, guid, and fair, Left by Will, neiſt morning drearie Taks the road of black deſpair!

Cauld the blaſt, the day was fleeting; Pouch and purſe without a plack, In ilk hand a bairnie greeting, And the third tied on her back.

Wan her face! and lean and haggard! Ance ſae ſonſie, ance sae ſweek! What a change!—unhouſed and beggared, Starving—without claiſe or meat.