Rough Castings in Scotch and English Metals (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 Excerpt: ...he'll noo get such a dose He ne'er did taste; Auld Satan's drugs gie warm repose, An' lang they last. Their crest they quick put on his skin, Decomposition soon set in, The color blue, the froth ower chin, An' chatterin' teeth I'll ne'er forget deil's doctorin' Till my last breath. Wi' speed o' lichtenin' to the door, The ten-feet warders whisk'd him o'er, It opened wide, an' smoke did pour In volumes black. The Doctor chield I saw no more--He'll ne'er come back. Auld Satan, wi' his tail for hammer, Thrice struck his chair--the fiendish clamor Was hushed by a', like breeze in summer, 'Mang summer trees; The flames increased, sae did my tremor O'erpow'ring seize. I saw him sit in regal pride, Twa raws o' deils on ilka side, An' mony imps, wha keenly vied To dae his wull, While goblins sailed in circles wide, Owerhead the haill. Again he spak: "bring oot the pair We hae reserved oor joys to share, We'll let them live, but they must bear Oor weel kent crest; They'll ne'er forget wha's in the chair, While life doth last." The goblins flew--now up, now doon--The deevils yelled, as dancin' roun', An' Satan leuch at bonnie soun', An' whisked his tail. The imps o' deevildom like fun, As weel's mysel'. The warders shook their tails apace, An' pleasure shone on ilka face, Frae oot the door, wi' deil-like grace. An' freenly air, O' shiverin' mortals brocht a brace, A weel-matchcd pair. "Come Editor an' Parson meek, Stand up 'tis not your lives we seek. My work ye do, frae week to week, Unkent to you; Your actions o' mysel' aye reek, An' gie me due. 'The heart-blight o'er the land broad-cast Ye both sow well--my trade 's maist passed Into your han's--long may it last, Ye deevil twins, No opposition I ere cast In way o' sins. "To show our sense o'...