John Quincy.

The American medical lexicon, on the plan of Quincy's Lexicon physico-medicum, with many retrenchments, additions, and improvements; comprising an explanation of the etymology and signification of the terms used in anatomy, physiology, surgery, materia medica, chemistry, and the practice of physic. online

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Online LibraryJohn QuincyThe American medical lexicon, on the plan of Quincy's Lexicon physico-medicum, with many retrenchments, additions, and improvements; comprising an explanation of the etymology and signification of the terms used in anatomy, physiology, surgery, materia medica, chemistry, and the practice of physic. → online text (page 5 of 5)
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If he's made for another, he'll ne'er be mine.
And then, the like has been, if the decree
Designs him mine, I yet his wife may be.

Madge, A bonny story, troth ! — ^But we delay 5
Prin up your aprons balth, and come away.






Sir William fills tlie twa arm'd chair.

While Symon, Rog-er, Glaud, and Mause
Attend, and wi' loud laug-hter hear

Daft Bauldy bluntly plead his cause :
For now 'tis teli'd him that the taz

Was handled by revengefu' Madge,
Because he brak' good breeding's laws,

And wi' his nonsense r^s'd their rage.


Sir William, And Avas that all ? — Wiel, Bauldy, ye
was serv'd
No otherwise than what ye well deserv'd.
Was it so small a matter to defame,
And thus abuse an honest woman's name?
Besides your going about to have betray'd
By perjury, an innocent young maid.

Bimldy. Sir, I confess my faut thro' a' the steps.
And ne'er again shall be untrue to Neps.

Maiise, aIius far, Sir, lie oblig'd me on the score,
I kend na that they thought me sic before.

Bauldij, An't like your honour, I believ'd it wiel ;
But troth I was een doilt to seek the de'il ;
Yet wi' your honour's leave tho' she's nae witch.
She's baith a slee and a revengefu'—
And that my some place finds ; — ^but I had best
Had in my tongue for yonder comes the ghaisU
And the young bonny witch, whase rosy cheek
Sent me, without my wit, the de'il to seek.


Sir William, [looking at Peggy,] Whose daughter's
she that wears th' Aurora gown.
With face so fair and locks a lovely brown ?
How sparkling are her eyes ! what's this ! 1 find
The girl brings all my sister to my mind.
Such were the features once adorn'd a face.
Which death too soon depriv'd of sweetest grace.
Is this your daughter, Glaud ?—


Glaud. Sir, she's my nieee—

And yet slie's not — but 1 shoiiM had my peace.

Sir William. This is a contradiction ; what d'^c
mean ?
She is, and is not ! pray thee Gland, explain.

Gland, Because I doubt, if I shou'd mak' appear'}
What I have kept a secret thirteen year— i

Mause, You may reveal what I can fully clear. J

Sir William, Speak soon ; I'm all impatience ! —

Fatie, So am I !

For much I liope and hardly yet know why.

Gland, — Then, since my master orders, I obey — »
This honny foundling ae clear morn of May,
Close by the lee side of my door I found.
All sweet and clean and carefully hapt round,
In infant weeds, of rich and gentle make.
^V^hat cou'd they be, thought I, did thee forsake ?
Wha, warse than brutes, cou'd leave expos'd to air
Sae much of innocence, sae sweetly fair,
Sae helpless young ? for she appear'd to me
Only about twa towmands auld to be.
I took her in my arms, the bairnie smil'd
"Wi' sic a look wad made a savage mild.
I hid the story, she had pass*d since syne
As a poor orphan, and a niece of mine :
Nor do I rue my care about the wean.
For she's Aviel worth the jmins that I ha'e tane.
Ye see she's bonny i I cati swear she's good.
And I am right shure she's come of gentle blood ;
Of whom I kenna — naithing ken I mair.
Than what I to your honour now declare.

Sir William, Tiiis tale seems strange ! —

Fatie,"-' — The tale delights my ear !

Sir William, Command your joys^ young man, till
truth appear. {hush,

Mause, lliat be my task.— Now, Sir, bid a' bo
Peggy may smile — Thou hast nae cause to blush,
Lang ha'e I wish'd to see this happy day.
That I might safely to the truth gi'e way ,•
That I may now Sir William Worthy name
The best fmd nearest friend that she can claim.
He saw't at first ainl wi' quick eye did trace



His sistep*s l>eaiity in her daughter's face.

Sir William. Old woman, do not rave, prove what
you say ;
'Tis dang'rous in affairs like this to play.

Patie, What reason. Sir, can an aidd woman have
To tell a lie, when she's sae near her grave ?
But how, or why, it should be truth, I grant,
I every thing look's like a reason want.

Omnes. The story's odd ! we wish to hear it out.

Sir William. Make haste, good woman, andresolv*
each doubt.
[Mause goes forward^ leading Peggy to Sir IVilliam.

Mause. Sir, view me wiel ; has fifteen years so
A wrinkled face that you hae often view'd.
That here I as an unknown stranger stand,
Who nurs'd her mother that now holds my hand
Yet stronger proofs I'll gi'e if you demand.

Sir William. Ha ! honest nurse, where were my
eyes before ?
I know thy faithfulness, I need no more ;
Yet from the lab'rinth to lead out my mind^
Say, to expose her, who was so unkind ?
[Sir Will, embraces Peggy, and makes liersit hyhim.']
Yes, surely thou'rt my necie ; truth must prevail :
But no more words ill Mause relate her tale.

Patie, Good nurse gae on ; no music's haff sae fine.
Or can gi'e pleasure like these words of thiue.

Manse. Then it was I that sav'd her infant life.
Her death being threaten'd by an uncle's wife.
The story's lang ; but I the secret knew.
How they pursu'd m' avaricious view
Her rich estate, of which they're now possest;
All this to me a confident confest.
I heard wi' horror and >vi* trembling dread.
They'd smoor the sakeless orphan in her bed.
That very night, when all were sunk in rest.
At midnight hour the floor I saftly prest.
And staw the sleeping innocent away,
Wi' whom I travell'd some few miles e'er day.
A' day I hid me ; — ^when the day was done,
I kept my journey lighted by the moon,


'Till eastward fifty miles I reaeltM these plains,
Where needfu' plenty glads your eheerful swains.
Afraid of being found out, and, to secure
My charge, 1 laid her at this sbepher,i*s door ;
And took a neiji^hbouring cottage here, that i.
What e'er shouM happen to her, might be by.
Here, honest Glaud him sell, and Symon may
llemeniber wiel how I that very day
Frae Roger's father took my little cruve.

Glaud, [with tears of joy happing down his heard.]

I wiel remember't : Lord reward your love !
Jiang ha'e I wish'd for this ; for aft 1 thought
Sic knowledge sometime shou'd about be brought,

Patie, 'Tis now a crime to doubt — my joys are full,
Wi' due obedience to a parent's will.
Sir, wi' paternal love survey hei? charms,
And blame me not for rushing to her arms ;
She's mine by vows, and would, tho* still unknown,
Ha'e been my wife, when I my vows durst own.

Sir William, ^ly niece, my daughter, welcome to
my care,
Sweet image of thy mother good and fair.
Equal with l*atrick ; now my greatest aim
Shall be to aid your joys, and well-matoh'd flame.
My boy, receive her fi om your father's hand,
With as good will as either would demand.
[Patk and Peggy embrace^ and kneel to Sir William,]

Patie. Wi' as much joy this blessing I receive.
As ane wad life that's sinking in a wave.

Sir William, [raises them.] I give you both my
blessing, may your love
Produce a happy race, and still improve.

Peggy. My wishes are complete — my joys arise.
While I'm haff dizzy wi' the blest surprise.
And am I then a match for my ain lad.
That for me so much generous kindness had ?
Lang may Sir William bless these happy plains,
Happy while Heaven grant he on them remains.

Patie. Be lang our guardian, still our master be;
We'll only crave what you shall please to gi'e :
The estate be your's, my Peggy's ane to me.

Glaud. I hope your honour now will tak' amends



Of them that soiiarht her life for wicked ends.

Sir William, The base unnatural villain soon shall
That eyes ahove watch the affairs below,
lil strip him soon of ail to her pertains,
Aiid make him reimburse his ill-got gains.

Peggy. To me ihc views of wealth and an estate,
Seem Tight when put in balance with my Pate :
For his sake only, I'll ay thankful how
For sucii a kindness, hest of men, to yon. [day !

Symon, What double hlythness wakens up thi<s
I hope now. Sir, you'll no soon haste away.
Shall I unsaddle your horse, and gar prepare
A dinner for ye of hale country fare ?
See how much joy un wrinkles every brow :
Our looks hing on the twa and doat on you :
Even Bauldy the bewitch'd has quite forgot
i^'ell Madge's taz, and pawky Manse's plot. [day !

Sir William, Kindly old man, remain with yon this
1 never from these lields again will stray :
Mason* and wrights my house shall soon repair,
And busy gard'ners shall new planting rear :
My father's hearty table you soon shall see
Restored, and, my best friends rejoice with me.

Symon. That's the hest news I heard this twenty
year !
New day breaks up, rough times begin to clear.

Glaud. God save the king and save sir William lang,
T' enjoy their ain, and raise the shepherd's sang.

J{oge}\ Whawimia dance, wha will refuse to sing?
What shepherd's whistle winna lilt the spring ?

Bauldy. I'm friends wi' Mause — wi' very Madge
I'm gree'd,
Altho* they skelpit me when woodly fleid^
I'm now fu' blyth, and frankly can forgive.
To join and sing, <* Lang may Sir William live."

Madge. Lang may he live — and, Baiddy, learn to
Your gab a wee, and think before you speak ;
And never ca' her auld that wants a man,
Flse ye may yet some witch's fingers ban.
This day I'll wi' the youngest of you rant.


And brag for ay tliat I was ca'd the aunt
Of our young lady, — my dear bonny bairn !

Pe^gy. 'Niie other name I'll ever for you learn:
And, my good nurse how shall 1 grateful be
For a' thy matchless kindness done for me ?

Mause. The flo^ving pleasures of this happy day
Does fully a' I can require repay.

Sir William. To faithful Symon, and, kind"^
Glaud, to you, !

And to your heirs, I give in endless feu, T

The mailens ye possess, as justly due, J

For acting as kind fatiiers to the pair,
>V ho have enough besides, and these can spare.
Mause in my house in calmness, close your days,
"With nought to do but sing your Maker's praise.
Omnts. The Lord of Heaven return your honour's
Confirm your joys, and a' your blessings roove.

Paiic presenting JS^oger to Sir William.
Sir, here's my trusty friend, tliat always shar*d
ISly bosom secrets, ere I was a laird :
Gland's daughter, Janet, (Jenny, think nae shame,)
Rais'd and maintains in him a lover's flame :
Lang was he dumb, at last he spake and won.
And hopes to be our honest uncle's son ;
Be pleas'd to speak to Glaud for his consent,
That nane may >vear a face of discontent, [me crave.
Sir William', My son's demand is fair — Glaud, let
Tliat trusty Roger may your daughter have
With frank consent; and while he does remain
Upon these iields, I make him chamberlain.

Glaud. You crowd your bounties. Sir ; what can~1
we say, !

But that we're dyvours that can ne'er repay ? \

Whate'er your honour wills, I shall obey. J

Roger, my daughter wi' my blessing take.
And still our master's right your business make :
Please him, be faithful, and this auld gray head
Shall nod wi' quietness down amangtlie dead.

Boger. I ne'er was good at speaking a* my days,
Or ever loo'd to mak' o'er great a fraise ;
Zliit for my master, fatlier and njy wife.



I Mill employ the cares of a* my liiRe.

Sir Williom. My friends, I'm satisly*d you'll all be-
Each in his station, as Vi\ wish to crave.
Be ever via tuous, soon or late you'll find
Reward and satisfaction to your mhid.
The maze of life sometimes looks dark and wild ;
And oft, when hopes are highest, we're beguii'il.
Aft when we stand on brinks of dark despair.
Some happy turn with joy dispels our caje.
Now all's at rights, who sings best let me hear.

Peggy. AVhen you demand, 1 readiest should obey;
I'll sing you ane, the newest tliat I lia*e.

SANG XXI. Tune, Corn riggs are bonny.

My Patie is a lover gay,

His mind is never muddy ;
His breath is sweeter than new hay,

His face is fair and ruddy ;
His shape is handsome, middle size ;

He's comly in his wauking :
The shining of his een surprise ;

'Tis heav'n to hear him tanking.

JLast night I met him on a bauk,

Where yellow corn was growing,
There mony a kindly word he spak'

That set my heart a glowing.
He kiss'd, and vow'd he wad be mine.

And loo'd me best of ony,
That gars me like to sing sinsyne,

O corn riggs are bonny.

Let lasses of a silly mind

Refuse what maist they're wanting !
Since we for yielding were design'd,

We chastely should be granting.
Then I'll comply anid marry Pate,

And syne my cockemony
He's free to tousle air or late,

While corn riggs are bonny.

[JBa?eimf omnes.






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Online LibraryJohn QuincyThe American medical lexicon, on the plan of Quincy's Lexicon physico-medicum, with many retrenchments, additions, and improvements; comprising an explanation of the etymology and signification of the terms used in anatomy, physiology, surgery, materia medica, chemistry, and the practice of physic. → online text (page 5 of 5)