A journey to Scotland giving a character of that country, the people and their manners. By an English gentleman. With a letter from an officer there, and a poem on the same subject.
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             A journey to Scotland giving a character of that country, the people and their manners. By an English gentleman. With a letter from an officer there, and a poem on the same subject.
             Ward, Edward, 1667-1731.
             Cleveland, John, 1613-1658. Rebel Scot. aut
          
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             printed in the year M DC XC IX. [1699]
          
           
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           A
           JOURNEY
           TO
           SCOTLAND
           ,
           GIVING
           A
           CHARACTER
           OF
           THAT
           Country
           ,
           the
           People
           and
           their
           Manners
           .
        
         
           
             By
             an
             English
             Gentleman
          
           .
        
         
           WITH
           A
           LETTER
           From
           an
           OFFICER
           there
           ,
           AND
           A
           POEM
           On
           the
           same
           SUBJECT
           .
        
         
           LONDON
           :
           Printed
           in
           the
           Year
           M
           DC
           XCIX
           .
        
         
         
         
      
    
     
       
         
         
         
           A
           CHARACTER
           OF
           SCOTLAND
           .
        
         
           IF
           all
           our
           European
           Travellers
           direct
           their
           Course
           to
           Italy
           ,
           upon
           the
           account
           of
           its
           Antiquity
           ,
           why
           should
           Scotland
           be
           neglected
           ,
           whose
           wrinkled
           surface
           derives
           its
           Original
           from
           the
           Chaos
           ?
           The
           first
           Inhabitants
           were
           some
           Straglers
           of
           the
           faln
           Angels
           ,
           who
           rested
           themselves
           on
           the
           Confines
           ,
           till
           their
           Captain
           Lucifer
           provided
           places
           for
           them
           in
           his
           own
           Countrey
           .
           This
           is
           the
           Conjecture
           of
           Learned
           Criticks
           ,
           who
           trace
           things
           to
           their
           Originals
           ;
           and
           this
           Opinion
           was
           grounded
           on
           the
           Devil's
           Brats
           ,
           yet
           resident
           amongst
           them
           ,
           (
           whose
           fore-sight
           in
           the
           events
           of
           good
           and
           evil
           ,
           exceeds
           the
           Oracles
           at
           Delphos
           )
           the
           supposed
           Issue
           of
           those
           Pristine
           Inhabitants
           .
        
         
           Names
           of
           Countries
           were
           not
           then
           in
           fashion
           ,
           those
           came
           not
           in
           till
           
           Adam's
           days
           ,
           and
           History
           (
           being
           then
           in
           her
           Infancy
           )
           makes
           no
           mention
           of
           the
           changes
           of
           that
           Renowned
           Countrey
           ,
           in
           that
           Interval
           betwixt
           him
           and
           Moses
           ,
           when
           their
           Chronicle
           commences
           ,
           she
           was
           then
           Baptised
           (
           and
           most
           think
           with
           the
           Sign
           of
           the
           Cross
           )
           by
           the
           Venerable
           Name
           of
           Scotland
           ,
           from
           Scota
           ,
           the
           Daughter
           of
           Pharaoh
           King
           of
           Egypt
           .
           Hence
           came
           the
           Rise
           and
           Name
           of
           these
           present
           Inhabitants
           ,
           as
           their
           Chronicle
           insorms
           us
           ,
           and
           is
           not
           to
           be
           doubted
           of
           ,
           from
           divers
           considerable
           Circumstances
           ;
           the
           Plagues
           of
           Egypt
           being
           entailed
           upon
           them
           ,
           that
           of
           Lice
           (
           being
           a
           Judgment
           unrepealed
           )
           is
           an
           ample
           Testimony
           ,
           these
           loving
           Animals
           accompanied
           them
           from
           Egypt
           ,
           and
           remain
           with
           them
           to
           this
           day
           ,
           never
           forsaking
           them
           (
           but
           as
           Rats
           leave
           a
           House
           )
           till
           they
           tumble
           into
           their
           Graves
           .
           The
           Plague
           of
           Biles
           and
           Blains
           is
           hereditary
           to
           them
           ,
           as
           a
           distinguishing
           Mark
           from
           the
           rest
           of
           the
           World
           ,
           which
           (
           like
           the
           Devil
           's
           cloven
           Hoof
           )
           warns
           all
           Men
           to
           beware
           of
           them
           .
           The
           Judgment
           of
           Hail
           and
           Snow
           is
           naturalized
           and
           made
           free
           Denison
           here
           ,
           and
           continues
           with
           them
           from
           the
           Sun
           's
           first
           ingress
           into
           Aries
           ,
           till
           he
           has
           passed
           the
           30th
           .
           degree
           of
           Aquary
           .
        
         
           The
           Plagues
           of
           Darkness
           was
           said
           to
           be
           thick
           Darkness
           ,
           to
           be
           felt
           ,
           which
           most
           undoubtedly
           these
           People
           have
           a
           share
           in
           ,
           as
           the
           word
           
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
          
           (
           Darkness
           )
           implies
           ;
           the
           Darkness
           being
           appliable
           to
           their
           gross
           and
           blockish
           understandings
           (
           as
           I
           had
           it
           from
           a
           Scholar
           of
           their
           own
           Nation
           .
           )
           Upon
           these
           Grounds
           this
           Original
           is
           undeniably
           allowed
           them
           ,
           and
           the
           Countrey
           it self
           (
           in
           Pyramids
           )
           resembles
           Egypt
           ,
           but
           far
           exceeds
           them
           both
           in
           bulk
           and
           number
           ;
           theirs
           are
           but
           the
           Products
           of
           Mens
           Labours
           ,
           but
           these
           are
           Nature's
           own
           handy-work
           ;
           and
           if
           Atlas
           would
           ease
           a
           Shoulder
           ,
           here
           he
           may
           be
           fitted
           with
           a
           Supporter
           .
        
         
         
           Italy
           is
           compared
           to
           a
           Leg
           ,
           Scotland
           to
           a
           Louse
           ,
           whose
           Legs
           and
           engrailed
           Edges
           represent
           the
           Promontories
           and
           Buttings
           out
           into
           the
           Sea
           ,
           with
           more
           Nooks
           and
           Angles
           than
           the
           most
           conceited
           of
           my
           Lord
           Mayor's
           Custards
           ;
           nor
           does
           the
           Comparison
           determine
           here
           :
           A
           Louse
           preys
           upon
           its
           own
           Fosterer
           and
           Preserver
           ,
           and
           is
           productive
           of
           those
           Minute-Animals
           called
           Nitts
           ;
           so
           Scotland
           ,
           whose
           Proboscis
           joyns
           too
           close
           to
           England
           ,
           has
           suckt
           away
           the
           Nutriment
           from
           Northumberland
           ,
           as
           the
           Countrey
           it self
           is
           too
           true
           a
           Testimony
           ,
           and
           from
           its
           opposite
           A
           —
           ,
           has
           calved
           those
           Nitty
           Islands
           ,
           call'd
           the
           Orcades
           ,
           and
           the
           Shetland
           ,
           (
           quasi
           Shite-land
           )
           Islands
           .
        
         
           The
           Arms
           of
           the
           Kingdom
           was
           anciently
           a
           Red-Lyon
           Rampant
           ,
           in
           a
           Field
           of
           Gold
           ,
           but
           
             Ann.
             Dom.
          
           787.
           they
           had
           the
           Augmentation
           of
           the
           double
           Tressure
           ,
           for
           assisting
           the
           French
           King
           ;
           but
           His
           Majesty's
           Arms
           in
           Scotland
           is
           a
           more
           
             Hysteron
             Proteron
          
           ,
           the
           Pride
           of
           the
           People
           being
           such
           ,
           as
           to
           place
           the
           Scots
           Arms
           in
           the
           dexter
           Quarter
           of
           the
           Escutcheon
           ,
           and
           make
           the
           Unicorn
           the
           dexter
           Supporter
           ,
           with
           the
           Thistle
           at
           his
           Heel
           ,
           with
           a
           suitable
           Motto
           ,
           
             Nemo
             me
             impune
             lacessit
          
           ,
           true
           enough
           ;
           whoever
           deals
           with
           them
           shall
           be
           sure
           to
           smart
           for
           't
           :
           The
           Thistle
           was
           wisely
           placed
           there
           ,
           partly
           to
           shew
           the
           Fertility
           of
           the
           Countrey
           ,
           Nature
           alone
           producing
           Plenty
           of
           these
           gay
           Flowers
           ,
           and
           partly
           as
           an
           Emblem
           of
           the
           People
           ,
           the
           top
           whereof
           having
           some
           colour
           of
           a
           Flower
           ,
           but
           the
           bulk
           and
           substance
           of
           it
           ,
           is
           only
           sharp
           and
           poysonous
           Pricks
           .
        
         
           Woods
           they
           have
           none
           ,
           that
           suits
           not
           with
           the
           Frugality
           of
           the
           People
           ,
           who
           are
           so
           far
           from
           propagating
           any
           ,
           that
           they
           destroy
           those
           they
           had
           upon
           this
           politick
           State
           Maxim
           ,
           that
           Corn
           will
           not
           grow
           on
           the
           Land
           pestered
           with
           its
           Roots
           ,
           and
           their
           Branches
           harbour
           Birds
           ,
           Animals
           above
           their
           humble
           Conversation
           ,
           that
           exceeds
           not
           that
           of
           hornless
           Quadrupedes
           ;
           marry
           ,
           perhaps
           ,
           some
           of
           their
           Houses
           lurk
           under
           the
           shelter
           of
           a
           plump
           of
           Trees
           (
           the
           Birds
           not
           daring
           so
           high
           a
           presumption
           )
           like
           Hugh
           Peter's
           Puss
           in
           her
           Majesty
           ,
           or
           an
           Owl
           in
           an
           Ivy-bush
           .
           Some
           Firr-Woods
           there
           are
           in
           the
           High-lands
           ,
           but
           so
           inaccessible
           ,
           that
           they
           serve
           for
           no
           other
           use
           than
           Dens
           for
           those
           ravenous
           Wolves
           with
           two
           Hands
           ,
           that
           prey
           upon
           their
           Neighbourhood
           ,
           and
           shelter
           themselves
           under
           this
           Covert
           ;
           to
           whom
           the
           sight
           of
           a
           Stranger
           is
           as
           surprizing
           as
           that
           of
           a
           Cockatrice
           .
           The
           Vallies
           for
           the
           most
           part
           are
           covered
           with
           Beer
           ,
           or
           Bigg
           ,
           and
           the
           Hills
           with
           Snow
           ;
           and
           as
           in
           the
           Northern
           Countries
           the
           Bears
           and
           Foxes
           change
           their
           Coats
           into
           the
           Livery
           of
           the
           Soil
           ,
           so
           here
           the
           Moor-Fowl
           (
           called
           Termagants
           )
           turn
           white
           ,
           to
           suit
           the
           Sample
           ,
           though
           the
           Inhabitants
           still
           stand
           to
           their
           Egyptian
           Hue.
           
        
         
           They
           are
           freed
           from
           the
           charge
           and
           incumbrance
           of
           Enclosures
           ,
           the
           whole
           being
           but
           one
           large
           Waste
           ,
           surrounded
           with
           the
           Sea
           :
           Indeed
           in
           many
           places
           ,
           you
           may
           see
           half
           a
           Root
           of
           Land
           divided
           with
           an
           Earthen
           Bank
           ,
           into
           many
           differing
           Apartments
           ,
           according
           to
           the
           quality
           of
           Beasts
           that
           are
           to
           posses●
           them
           .
        
         
           The
           whole
           Countrey
           will
           make
           up
           a
           Park
           ,
           Forest
           ,
           or
           Chace
           ,
           as
           you
           'll
           please
           to
           call
           it
           ;
           but
           if
           you
           desire
           an
           Account
           of
           particular
           Parks
           ,
           they
           are
           innumerable
           ,
           every
           small
           House
           having
           a
           few
           Sodds
           thrown
           into
           a
           little
           Bank
           about
           it
           ,
           and
           this
           for
           the
           State
           of
           the
           business
           (
           forsooth
           )
           must
           be
           called
           a
           Park
           ,
           though
           not
           a
           Pole
           of
           Land
           in
           't
           .
        
         
           If
           the
           Air
           was
           not
           pure
           and
           well
           refined
           by
           its
           agitation
           ,
           it
           would
           be
           so
           infected
           with
           the
           Stinks
           of
           their
           Towns
           ,
           and
           the
           Streams
           of
           their
           nasty
           Inhabitants
           ,
           that
           it
           would
           be
           pestilential
           and
           destructive
           ;
           indeed
           ,
           it
           is
           too
           thin
           for
           their
           gross
           Senses
           ,
           that
           must
           be
           fed
           with
           suitable
           Viands
           ,
           their
           Meat
           not
           affecting
           their
           distempered
           Pallats
           ,
           without
           it
           have
           a
           damnable
           hogoe
           ,
           nor
           Musick
           their
           Ears
           without
           loud
           and
           harsh
           Discord
           ,
           and
           their
           Nostrils
           (
           like
           a
           Jew's
           )
           chiefly
           delight
           in
           the
           perceptible
           effluviums
           of
           an
           old
           Sir
           R
           —
           .
        
         
         
           Fowl
           are
           as
           scarce
           here
           as
           Birds
           of
           Paradise
           ,
           the
           Charity
           of
           the
           Inhabitants
           denying
           harbour
           to
           such
           Celestial
           Animals
           ,
           though
           Gulls
           and
           Cormorants
           abound
           ,
           there
           being
           a
           greater
           sympathy
           betwixt
           them
           .
           There
           is
           one
           sort
           of
           ravenous
           Fowl
           amongst
           them
           that
           has
           one
           web
           foot
           ,
           one
           foot
           suited
           for
           Land
           ,
           and
           another
           for
           Water
           ;
           but
           whether
           or
           no
           this
           Fowl
           (
           being
           particular
           to
           this
           Countrey
           )
           be
           not
           the
           lively
           Picture
           of
           the
           Inhabitants
           ,
           I
           shall
           leave
           to
           wiser
           Conjectures
           .
        
         
           Their
           Rivers
           ,
           or
           rather
           Arms
           of
           the
           Sea
           are
           short
           ,
           few
           places
           in
           Scotland
           being
           above
           a
           day's
           Journey
           from
           the
           Sea
           ,
           but
           they
           are
           broad
           ,
           deep
           and
           dangerous
           pestered
           ,
           with
           multitudes
           of
           Porposses
           or
           Sharks
           (
           some
           of
           them
           perhaps
           amphibious
           too
           ,
           that
           live
           more
           on
           Land
           than
           Water
           )
           which
           destroy
           their
           Salmon
           ,
           the
           great
           Commodity
           of
           this
           Countrey
           ,
           which
           being
           too
           good
           for
           the
           Inhabitants
           ,
           are
           barreled
           up
           ,
           and
           converted
           into
           Merchandize
           ,
           &c.
           
           The
           Banks
           and
           Borders
           ,
           of
           these
           Rivers
           (
           especially
           near
           their
           Towns
           )
           are
           adorned
           with
           hardy
           Amazons
           ,
           though
           inverted
           ,
           their
           Valour
           being
           (
           chiefly
           )
           from
           the
           waste
           downwards
           ,
           which
           parts
           they
           readily
           expose
           to
           all
           the
           dangers
           of
           a
           naked
           rencounter
           .
           The
           exercise
           of
           their
           Arms
           ,
           I
           should
           say
           Feet
           ,
           is
           much
           about
           Linnen
           ;
           Sheets
           are
           sufferers
           ,
           a
           fit
           receiver
           is
           provided
           (
           not
           unlike
           a
           shallow
           Pulpit
           to
           mind
           them
           of
           their
           Idol
           Sermons
           )
           wherein
           foul
           Linnen
           is
           laid
           to
           suffer
           Persecution
           ,
           so
           they
           turn
           up
           all
           ,
           and
           tuck
           them
           about
           their
           wasts
           ,
           and
           bounce
           into
           a
           Buck-tub
           ,
           then
           go
           their
           Stock
           ,
           and
           belabour
           poor
           Lint
           till
           there
           be
           not
           a
           dry
           thread
           on
           't
           .
           Hence
           came
           the
           Invention
           of
           Fulling-Mills
           ,
           the
           Women
           taught
           the
           Men
           ,
           and
           they
           put
           in
           practice
           .
        
         
           The
           Countrey
           is
           full
           of
           Lakes
           and
           Loughs
           ,
           and
           they
           well
           stockt
           with
           Islands
           ,
           so
           that
           a
           Map
           thereof
           ,
           looks
           like
           a
           Pillory-Coat
           ,
           bespattered
           all
           over
           with
           Dirt
           and
           rotten
           Eggs
           ,
           some
           pieces
           of
           the
           Shells
           floating
           here
           and
           there
           ,
           representing
           the
           Islands
           .
        
         
           Their
           Cattle
           are
           only
           representatives
           of
           what
           are
           in
           other
           Countries
           ,
           these
           being
           so
           Epitomized
           ,
           that
           it
           is
           hard
           to
           know
           what
           Class
           they
           relate
           to
           .
           Their
           Horses
           are
           hardy
           ,
           and
           not
           without
           Gall
           (
           as
           some
           say
           other
           Horses
           are
           )
           using
           both
           Tooth
           and
           Nail
           to
           mischief
           you
           ;
           that
           they
           may
           not
           use
           more
           state
           than
           their
           Masters
           ,
           they
           go
           bare-foot
           ,
           which
           preserves
           them
           from
           the
           Gout
           ;
           and
           if
           
           Hudibras's
           Horse
           had
           been
           of
           this
           Race
           ,
           he
           had
           not
           needed
           a
           Corn-cutter
           :
           Their
           Furniture
           or
           Harness
           is
           all
           of
           the
           same
           matter
           ,
           all
           Wood
           from
           Head
           to
           Tail
           ,
           Bridle
           ,
           Saddle
           ,
           Girths
           ,
           Stirrups
           and
           Crupper
           ,
           all
           Wood
           ;
           nothing
           but
           a
           Withy
           will
           bind
           a
           Witch
           ,
           and
           if
           these
           be
           called
           Witches
           ,
           I
           shall
           not
           oppose
           it
           ,
           since
           by
           their
           untoward
           Tricks
           ,
           one
           would
           guess
           the
           Devil
           to
           be
           in
           them
           ;
           their
           Bridles
           have
           not
           Bits
           ,
           but
           a
           kind
           of
           Musrol
           of
           two
           pieces
           of
           Wood
           ;
           their
           Crupper
           is
           a
           Stick
           of
           a
           Yard's
           length
           ,
           put
           cross
           their
           Docks
           ,
           both
           ends
           thereof
           being
           tied
           with
           woven
           Wood
           to
           the
           Saddle
           .
           Their
           Bed
           and
           Board
           too
           ,
           is
           all
           of
           the
           same
           dry
           Straw
           ,
           and
           when
           they
           have
           it
           up
           ,
           whip
           on
           Harness
           ,
           and
           away
           .
           Their
           Neat
           are
           hornless
           ,
           the
           Owners
           claiming
           sole
           Propriety
           in
           those
           Ornaments
           ,
           nor
           should
           I
           deny
           them
           their
           Necklace
           too
           ,
           for
           methinks
           that
           hoisted
           Wood
           would
           mightily
           become
           them
           .
           Their
           Sheep
           too
           have
           the
           same
           preferment
           ,
           they
           are
           coupled
           together
           near
           their
           Master's
           Palace
           .
           Some
           Animals
           they
           have
           by
           the
           name
           of
           Hogs
           ,
           but
           more
           like
           Porcupines
           ,
           bristled
           all
           over
           ,
           and
           these
           are
           likewise
           fastned
           to
           the
           Free-hold
           by
           the
           former
           Artifice
           ;
           all
           their
           Quadrupedes
           (
           Dogs
           only
           excepted
           ,
           in
           which
           sort
           they
           much
           abound
           )
           are
           honoured
           with
           Wooden
           Bracelets
           about
           their
           Necks
           ,
           Legs
           ,
           or
           Arms
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           Their
           Cities
           are
           poor
           and
           populous
           ,
           especially
           Edenborough
           ,
           their
           Metropolis
           ,
           which
           so
           well
           suits
           with
           the
           Inhabitants
           ,
           that
           one
           Character
           will
           serve
           them
           both
           ,
           viz.
           High
           and
           Dirty
           .
           The
           Houses
           mount
           seven
           or
           eight
           Stories
           high
           ,
           with
           many
           Families
           on
           one
           Floor
           ,
           one
           Room
           being
           sufficient
           for
           all
           Occasions
           ,
           Eating
           ,
           Drinking
           ,
           Sleeping
           ,
           and
           Shit
           —
           The
           most
           mannerly
           step
           ,
           but
           to
           the
           
           Door
           ,
           and
           Nest
           upon
           the
           Stairs
           .
           I
           have
           been
           in
           an
           Island
           where
           it
           was
           difficult
           to
           tread
           without
           breaking
           an
           Egg
           ;
           but
           to
           move
           here
           ,
           and
           not
           murder
           a
           T
           —
           is
           next
           to
           an
           impossibility
           ;
           the
           whole
           Pavement
           is
           Pilgrim-salve
           ,
           most
           excellent
           to
           liquor
           Shooes
           withal
           ,
           and
           soft
           and
           easie
           for
           the
           bare-foot
           Perambulators
           .
           The
           Town
           is
           like
           a
           double
           Comb
           (
           an
           Engine
           not
           commonly
           known
           amongst
           them
           )
           one
           great
           Street
           ,
           and
           each
           side
           stockt
           with
           narrow
           Allies
           ,
           which
           I
           mistook
           for
           Common
           shores
           ;
           but
           the
           more
           one
           stirs
           in
           a
           T
           —
           the
           more
           it
           will
           stink
           .
           The
           other
           Cities
           and
           Towns
           are
           Copies
           from
           this
           Original
           ,
           and
           therefore
           need
           no
           Commentators
           to
           explain
           them
           ;
           they
           have
           seven
           Colleges
           (
           or
           rather
           Schools
           )
           in
           four
           Universities
           ;
           the
           Regents
           wear
           what
           colour'd
           Cloaths
           or
           Gowns
           they
           please
           ,
           and
           commonly
           no
           Gowns
           at
           all
           ,
           so
           that
           't
           is
           hard
           to
           distinguish
           a
           Scholar
           from
           an
           ordinary
           Man
           ,
           since
           their
           Learning
           shines
           not
           out
           of
           their
           Noses
           ;
           the
           younger
           Students
           wear
           Scarlet
           Gowns
           only
           in
           Term
           time
           ;
           their
           Residence
           is
           commonly
           in
           the
           Town
           ,
           only
           at
           School
           hours
           they
           convene
           in
           the
           College
           to
           consult
           their
           Oracle
           Buchanan
           ;
           their
           chief
           Studies
           are
           for
           Pulpit
           preferment
           ,
           to
           prate
           out
           four
           or
           five
           Glasses
           with
           as
           much
           ease
           as
           drink
           them
           ;
           and
           this
           they
           attain
           to
           in
           their
           stripling
           years
           ,
           commencing
           Masters
           of
           Arts
           (
           that
           is
           meant
           only
           Masters
           of
           this
           Art
           )
           before
           one
           would
           judge
           them
           fit
           for
           the
           College
           ;
           for
           as
           soon
           as
           they
           can
           walk
           as
           far
           as
           the
           School
           (
           which
           they
           will
           do
           very
           young
           ,
           for
           like
           Lapwings
           they
           run
           with
           Shells
           on
           their
           Heads
           )
           they
           are
           sent
           thither
           ,
           where
           they
           find
           no
           Benches
           to
           sit
           on
           (
           only
           one
           for
           the
           Master
           )
           but
           have
           a
           little
           Heath
           and
           Fadder
           strewed
           for
           them
           to
           lie
           upon
           ,
           where
           they
           litter
           together
           ,
           and
           chew
           the
           Cud
           on
           their
           Fathers
           Horn
           books
           ,
           and
           in
           good
           time
           are
           preferred
           to
           the
           Bible
           ;
           from
           this
           petty
           School
           ,
           away
           with
           them
           to
           the
           Grammar-School
           ,
           viz.
           the
           College
           ,
           where
           in
           three
           or
           four
           years
           time
           they
           attain
           to
           (
           their
           
             ne
             plus
             ultra
          
           )
           the
           degree
           of
           A.
           M.
           that
           is
           ,
           they
           can
           extempore
           ,
           coin
           Graces
           and
           Prayers
           for
           all
           Occasions
           ;
           if
           you
           crack
           a
           Nut
           ,
           there
           is
           a
           Grace
           for
           that
           ,
           drink
           a
           Dish
           of
           Coffee
           ,
           Ale
           or
           Wine
           ,
           or
           what
           else
           ,
           he
           presently
           furnishes
           you
           with
           a
           Grace
           for
           the
           nonce
           ;
           so
           if
           you
           pare
           your
           Nails
           ,
           go
           to
           Stool
           ,
           or
           any
           other
           action
           of
           like
           importance
           ,
           he
           can
           as
           easily
           suit
           you
           with
           a
           Prayer
           ,
           as
           draw
           on
           a
           Glove
           ;
           and
           the
           wonder
           of
           all
           is
           ,
           that
           ,
           this
           Prayer
           shall
           be
           so
           admirably
           framed
           ,
           that
           it
           may
           indifferently
           quadrate
           with
           any
           occasion
           ,
           an
           excellency
           no
           where
           so
           common
           as
           in
           this
           Countrey
           .
           Thus
           you
           see
           the
           young
           Man
           has
           commenced
           and
           got
           strength
           enough
           to
           walk
           to
           the
           Kirk
           and
           enter
           the
           Chair
           ,
           where
           we
           shall
           find
           him
           anon
           ,
           after
           we
           have
           viewed
           the
           out-sides
           of
           their
           Kirks
           ,
           some
           of
           which
           have
           been
           of
           Antient
           Foundations
           ,
           and
           well
           and
           regularly
           built
           ,
           but
           Order
           and
           Uniformity
           is
           in
           perfect
           Antipathy
           to
           the
           humour
           of
           this
           Nation
           ,
           these
           goodly
           Structures
           being
           either
           wholly
           destroyed
           (
           as
           at
           St.
           Andrews
           and
           Elgin
           ,
           whore
           by
           the
           remaining
           Ruins
           you
           may
           see
           what
           it
           was
           in
           perfection
           )
           or
           very
           much
           defaced
           ;
           they
           make
           use
           of
           no
           Quires
           ,
           those
           are
           either
           quite
           pulled
           down
           ,
           or
           converted
           into
           another
           Kirk
           ,
           for
           it
           is
           common
           here
           to
           have
           three
           ,
           four
           ,
           or
           five
           Kirks
           under
           one
           Roof
           ,
           which
           being
           preserved
           entire
           ,
           would
           have
           made
           one
           good
           Church
           ,
           but
           they
           could
           not
           then
           have
           had
           Preaching
           enough
           in
           it
           :
           Out
           of
           one
           Pulpit
           now
           they
           have
           thirty
           Sermons
           per
           Week
           ,
           all
           under
           one
           Roof
           ,
           plenty
           of
           spiritual
           Provision
           ,
           which
           gusts
           much
           better
           with
           a
           mixture
           of
           the
           Flesh
           ;
           as
           you
           may
           guess
           by
           their
           Stools
           of
           Repentance
           in
           every
           Kirk
           ,
           well
           furnished
           with
           Whoremongers
           and
           Adulterers
           of
           both
           Sexes
           .
           In
           Venice
           ,
           the
           shadows
           only
           of
           Curtezans
           are
           exposed
           to
           publick
           view
           only
           in
           Effigic
           ,
           but
           here
           the
           Whore
           in
           Person
           has
           a
           high
           place
           provided
           her
           in
           the
           view
           of
           the
           whole
           Congregation
           for
           the
           benefit
           of
           Strangers
           ,
           who
           (
           some
           think
           )
           need
           not
           this
           direction
           ,
           but
           may
           truck
           for
           all
           Commodities
           ,
           with
           the
           first
           they
           meet
           with
           .
           They
           use
           no
           Service-Book
           ,
           not
           Whore
           of
           
           Babylon's
           Smock
           (
           as
           they
           term
           a
           Surplice
           )
           nor
           decency
           ,
           nor
           order
           in
           their
           divine
           ,
           or
           rather
           contumelious
           Service
           .
           Would
           a
           
           King
           think
           himself
           honoured
           by
           Subjects
           ,
           that
           petitioned
           him
           with
           Bonnet
           valed
           ,
           but
           cockt
           his
           Cap
           the
           while
           his
           request
           was
           granting
           ,
           while
           precious
           Mr.
           Presbyter
           ,
           grimaces
           ,
           prays
           or
           houls
           ,
           the
           Monster
           Rabble
           vails
           ;
           but
           as
           soon
           as
           Text
           is
           taken
           ,
           Blew-bonnet
           takes
           place
           again
           ,
           and
           this
           Pulpit-prater
           is
           esteemed
           more
           than
           God's
           Ambassador
           ,
           having
           the
           Holy
           Spirit
           at
           his
           beck
           to
           prompt
           him
           every
           word
           he
           speaks
           ,
           yet
           not
           three
           sentences
           of
           sence
           together
           ,
           such
           Blasphemy
           as
           I
           blush
           to
           mention
           .
        
         
           Their
           Christnings
           (
           as
           all
           other
           things
           )
           are
           without
           Form
           ,
           only
           Water
           poured
           on
           the
           Infant
           ,
           and
           such
           words
           used
           as
           Sir
           
             John's
             Mephistophilus
          
           supplies
           him
           with
           ,
           and
           so
           the
           Child
           commences
           Christian
           ,
           as
           good
           (
           or
           better
           )
           than
           the
           best
           of
           them
           .
           Some
           think
           Marriage
           an
           unnecessary
           thing
           amongst
           them
           ,
           it
           being
           more
           generous
           and
           usual
           amongst
           them
           to
           take
           one
           another's
           words
           ;
           however
           ,
           't
           is
           thus
           performed
           ,
           the
           young
           Couple
           being
           attended
           with
           Tag-rag
           and
           Bob-tail
           ,
           gang
           to
           Kirk
           ,
           where
           Mr.
           Scruple
           (
           like
           a
           good
           Casuist
           )
           controverts
           the
           point
           in
           hand
           to
           them
           ,
           and
           schools
           Mr.
           Bridegroom
           in
           his
           Lesson
           ,
           then
           directs
           his
           Discourse
           to
           Mrs.
           Bride
           ,
           who
           being
           the
           weaker
           Vessel
           ,
           ought
           to
           have
           the
           more
           pains
           taken
           with
           her
           ;
           he
           chalks
           out
           the
           way
           she
           is
           to
           walk
           in
           ,
           in
           all
           its
           particulars
           ,
           and
           joyns
           their
           hands
           ,
           and
           then
           let
           them
           fall
           to
           on
           God's
           Name
           :
           Home
           they
           go
           with
           loud
           ravishing
           Bag-pipes
           ,
           and
           dance
           about
           the
           Green
           ,
           till
           they
           part
           by
           Couples
           to
           repetition
           ,
           and
           so
           put
           the
           Rules
           in
           practice
           ,
           and
           perhaps
           Sir
           Roger
           follows
           Mrs.
           Bride
           to
           her
           Apartment
           ,
           to
           satisfie
           her
           doubts
           ,
           where
           he
           uses
           such
           pungent
           and
           pressing
           Arguments
           ,
           as
           she
           never
           forgets
           as
           long
           as
           she
           lives
           .
        
         
           When
           any
           one
           dies
           ,
           the
           Bell-man
           goes
           about
           ringing
           their
           Passing-Bell
           ,
           and
           acquaints
           the
           People
           therewith
           ,
           in
           form
           following
           ,
           
             Beloved
             Brouthrin
             ,
             and
             Susters
             ,
             I
             let
             yau
             to
             wot
             that
             thir
             is
             an
             fauthful
             Broothir
             lawtli
             departed
             awt
             of
             this
             prisant
             varld
             ,
             and
             thi
             plesuir
             of
             Aulmoughti
             Good
          
           (
           and
           then
           he
           vails
           his
           Bonnet
           )
           
             his
             Naum
             is
          
           Volli
           Voodcock
           ,
           
             thrid
             Son
             to
          
           Jimmoy
           Voodcock
           ,
           
             a
             Cordinger
             ;
             he
             ligs
             aut
             thi
             sext
             door
             vethin
             thi
             Nord
             Gawt
             ,
             close
             on
             thi
             Nawthwr
             Rawnd
             ,
             and
             I
             wod
             yaw
             gang
             to
             hus
             burying
             on
          
           Thrusdau
           
             before
             twa
             a
             Clock
          
           ,
           &c.
           
           The
           time
           appointed
           for
           his
           Burying
           being
           come
           ,
           the
           Bell-man
           calls
           the
           Company
           together
           ,
           and
           he
           is
           carried
           to
           the
           Burying-place
           ,
           and
           thrown
           into
           the
           Grave
           (
           as
           Dog-Lyon
           was
           )
           and
           there
           's
           an
           end
           of
           Wolli
           .
           Few
           People
           are
           here
           buried
           in
           their
           Kirks
           (
           except
           of
           their
           Nobility
           )
           but
           in
           the
           
             Kirk
             Garths
          
           ,
           or
           in
           a
           burying
           place
           on
           purpose
           ,
           called
           the
           Hoof
           ,
           at
           the
           further
           end
           of
           the
           Town
           (
           like
           our
           Quakers
           )
           enclosed
           within
           a
           Wall
           ,
           so
           that
           it
           serves
           not
           only
           as
           a
           Burying
           place
           ,
           but
           an
           Exchange
           to
           meet
           in
           ;
           perhaps
           in
           one
           part
           of
           it
           their
           Courts
           of
           Judicature
           are
           kept
           ;
           in
           another
           are
           Butts
           to
           shoot
           at
           for
           Recreation
           .
           All
           agree
           that
           a
           Woman's
           Tongue
           is
           the
           last
           Member
           she
           moves
           ,
           but
           the
           Latin
           Proverb
           ,
           
             mulieri
             ne
             credas
          
           ,
           &c.
           seems
           to
           prove
           it
           after
           death
           :
           I
           am
           sure
           the
           pride
           of
           this
           People
           never
           leaves
           them
           ,
           but
           follows
           them
           to
           their
           long
           homes
           (
           I
           was
           about
           to
           have
           said
           ,
           to
           the
           Devil
           )
           for
           the
           meanest
           Man
           must
           have
           a
           Grave
           stone
           full
           fraught
           with
           his
           own
           Praises
           (
           though
           he
           was
           the
           vilest
           Miscreant
           upon
           Earth
           )
           and
           miserable
           
             memento
             mori's
          
           ,
           both
           in
           English
           and
           Latin
           ,
           nay
           ,
           Greek
           too
           ,
           if
           they
           can
           find
           a
           Greek
           word
           for
           Cordinger
           ,
           the
           Calling
           he
           was
           of
           ,
           and
           all
           this
           in
           such
           miserable
           Scotch
           Orthography
           ,
           that
           't
           is
           hard
           to
           distinguish
           one
           Language
           from
           another
           .
        
         
           The
           Castles
           of
           defence
           in
           this
           Countrey
           are
           almost
           impregnable
           ,
           only
           to
           be
           taken
           by
           Treachery
           or
           long
           Siege
           ,
           their
           Water
           failing
           them
           soonest
           ;
           they
           are
           built
           upon
           high
           ,
           and
           almost
           inaccessible
           Rocks
           ,
           only
           one
           forc'd
           passage
           up
           to
           them
           ,
           so
           that
           a
           few
           Men
           may
           easily
           defend
           them
           .
           Indeed
           ,
           all
           the
           Gentlemens
           Houses
           are
           strong
           Castles
           ,
           they
           being
           so
           Treacherous
           one
           to
           another
           ,
           that
           they
           are
           forced
           to
           defend
           themselves
           in
           strong
           holds
           ;
           they
           are
           commonly
           built
           upon
           
           some
           single
           Rock
           in
           the
           Sea
           ,
           or
           some
           high
           Precipice
           near
           the
           mid-land
           ,
           with
           many
           Towers
           and
           strong
           Iron
           Grates
           before
           their
           Windows
           (
           the
           lower
           part
           whereof
           ,
           is
           only
           a
           wooden
           Shutter
           ,
           and
           the
           upper
           part
           Glass
           )
           so
           that
           they
           look
           more
           like
           Prisons
           than
           Houses
           of
           Reception
           ;
           some
           few
           Houses
           there
           are
           of
           late
           erection
           ,
           that
           are
           built
           in
           a
           better
           form
           ,
           with
           good
           Walks
           and
           Gardens
           about
           them
           ,
           but
           their
           Fruit
           rarely
           comes
           to
           any
           perfection
           .
           The
           Houses
           of
           the
           Commonalty
           are
           very
           mean
           ,
           Mud-wall
           and
           Thatch
           the
           best
           ;
           but
           the
           poorer
           sort
           live
           in
           such
           miserable
           Hutts
           as
           never
           Eye
           beheld
           ,
           it
           is
           no
           difficulty
           to
           piss
           over
           them
           ;
           Men
           ,
           Women
           and
           Children
           pigg
           altogether
           in
           a
           poor
           Mouse
           hole
           of
           Mud
           ,
           Heath
           ,
           and
           such
           like
           matter
           ;
           in
           some
           parts
           where
           Turf
           is
           pentiful
           ,
           they
           build
           up
           little
           Cabbins
           thereof
           ,
           with
           arched
           Roots
           of
           Turf
           ,
           without
           a
           stick
           of
           Timber
           in
           it
           ;
           when
           the
           House
           is
           dry
           enough
           to
           burn
           ,
           it
           serves
           them
           for
           Fuel
           ,
           and
           they
           remove
           to
           another
           .
           The
           Habit
           of
           the
           People
           is
           very
           different
           ,
           according
           to
           the
           Qualities
           ,
           or
           the
           Places
           they
           live
           in
           ,
           as
           Low-land
           or
           High-land
           Men.
           The
           Low-land
           Gentry
           go
           well
           enough
           habited
           ,
           but
           the
           poorer
           sort
           go
           (
           almost
           )
           naked
           ,
           only
           an
           old
           Cloak
           ,
           or
           a
           part
           of
           their
           Bed-cloaths
           thrown
           over
           them
           .
           The
           Highlanders
           wear
           slashed
           Doublets
           ,
           commonly
           without
           Breeches
           ,
           only
           a
           Plad
           tied
           about
           their
           Wasts
           ,
           &c.
           thrown
           over
           one
           Shoulder
           ,
           with
           short
           Stockings
           to
           the
           Gartering
           place
           ,
           their
           Knees
           ,
           and
           part
           of
           their
           Thighs
           being
           naked
           ;
           others
           have
           Breeches
           and
           Stockings
           all
           of
           a
           piece
           ,
           of
           Plad-Ware
           ,
           close
           to
           their
           Thighs
           ;
           in
           one
           side
           of
           their
           Girdle
           sticks
           a
           Durk
           or
           Skean
           ,
           about
           a
           Foot
           or
           half
           a
           Yard
           long
           ,
           very
           sharp
           ,
           and
           the
           back
           of
           it
           filed
           into
           divers
           notches
           ,
           whereie
           they
           put
           Poyson
           ;
           on
           the
           other
           side
           a
           brace
           (
           at
           least
           )
           of
           brass
           Pistols
           ;
           nor
           is
           this
           Honour
           sufficient
           ,
           if
           they
           can
           purchase
           more
           ,
           they
           must
           have
           a
           long
           swinging
           Sword.
           
        
         
           The
           Women
           are
           commonly
           two
           handed
           Tools
           ,
           strong-posted
           Timber
           ,
           they
           dislike
           English-Men
           ,
           because
           they
           have
           no
           Legs
           ,
           or
           (
           like
           themselves
           )
           Posts
           to
           walk
           on
           ;
           the
           meaner
           go
           bare-foot
           and
           bare-head
           ,
           with
           two
           black
           Elflocks
           on
           either
           side
           their
           Faces
           ;
           some
           of
           them
           have
           scarce
           any
           Cloaths
           at
           all
           ,
           save
           part
           of
           their
           Bed
           cloaths
           pinn'd
           about
           their
           Shoulders
           ,
           and
           their
           Children
           have
           nothing
           else
           on
           them
           but
           a
           little
           Blanket
           ;
           those
           Women
           that
           can
           purchase
           Plads
           ,
           need
           not
           bestow
           much
           upon
           other
           Cloaths
           ,
           these
           Coversluts
           being
           sufficient
           .
           Those
           of
           the
           best
           sort
           that
           are
           very
           well
           habited
           in
           their
           modish
           Silks
           ,
           yet
           must
           wear
           a
           Plad
           over
           all
           for
           the
           Credit
           of
           their
           Countrey
           .
        
         
           The
           People
           are
           Proud
           ,
           Arrogant
           ,
           Vain-glorious
           Boasters
           ,
           Bloody
           ,
           Barbarous
           ,
           and
           Inhumane
           Butchers
           .
           Couzenage
           and
           Theft
           is
           in
           perfection
           amongst
           them
           ,
           and
           they
           are
           perfect
           English
           haters
           ,
           they
           shew
           their
           Pride
           in
           exalting
           themselves
           and
           depressing
           their
           Neighbours
           .
           When
           the
           Palace
           at
           Edenburgh
           is
           finished
           ,
           they
           expect
           his
           Majesty
           will
           leave
           his
           rotten
           House
           at
           
             White
             Hall
          
           ,
           and
           live
           splendidly
           amongst
           his
           nown
           Countrey-men
           the
           Scots
           ;
           for
           they
           say
           that
           Englishmen
           are
           very
           much
           beholden
           to
           them
           that
           we
           have
           their
           King
           amongst
           us
           .
           The
           Nobility
           and
           Gentry
           Lord
           it
           over
           their
           poor
           Tenants
           ,
           and
           use
           them
           worse
           than
           Gally
           Slaves
           ;
           they
           are
           all
           bound
           to
           serve
           them
           ,
           Men
           ,
           Women
           ,
           and
           Children
           ;
           the
           first
           Fruits
           is
           always
           the
           Landlord's
           due
           ,
           he
           is
           the
           Man
           that
           must
           first
           board
           all
           the
           young
           married
           Women
           within
           his
           Lairdship
           ,
           and
           their
           Sons
           are
           all
           his
           Slaves
           ,
           so
           that
           any
           mean
           Laird
           will
           have
           six
           ,
           or
           ten
           ,
           or
           more
           followers
           ,
           besides
           those
           of
           his
           own
           Name
           ,
           that
           are
           inferiour
           to
           him
           ,
           must
           all
           attend
           him
           (
           as
           he
           himself
           must
           do
           his
           Superiour
           ,
           of
           the
           same
           Name
           ,
           and
           all
           of
           them
           attend
           the
           Chief
           )
           if
           he
           receives
           a
           Stranger
           ,
           all
           this
           Train
           must
           be
           at
           his
           beck
           ,
           armed
           as
           aforesaid
           ;
           if
           you
           drink
           with
           them
           in
           a
           Tavern
           ,
           you
           must
           have
           all
           this
           Rubbish
           with
           you
           ;
           and
           if
           you
           offend
           the
           Laird
           ,
           his
           Durk
           shall
           soon
           be
           sheathed
           in
           your
           Belly
           ,
           and
           after
           his
           ,
           every
           one
           of
           his
           Followers
           ,
           or
           they
           shall
           suffer
           themselves
           that
           refuse
           it
           ,
           that
           so
           they
           may
           be
           all
           alike
           guilty
           of
           
           the
           Murder
           :
           Every
           Laird
           (
           of
           note
           )
           hath
           a
           Gibbet
           near
           his
           House
           ,
           and
           has
           Power
           to
           condemn
           and
           hang
           any
           of
           his
           Vassals
           ;
           so
           they
           dare
           not
           oppose
           him
           in
           any
           thing
           ,
           but
           must
           submit
           to
           his
           Commands
           ,
           let
           them
           be
           never
           so
           unjust
           and
           tyrannical
           .
           There
           are
           too
           many
           Testimonies
           of
           their
           Cruelty
           amongst
           themselves
           in
           their
           own
           Chronicles
           ,
           Forty
           of
           their
           Kings
           have
           been
           barbaroufly
           Murdered
           by
           them
           ,
           and
           half
           as
           many
           more
           have
           either
           made
           away
           themselves
           for
           fear
           of
           their
           torturing
           of
           them
           ,
           or
           have
           died
           miserably
           in
           streight
           Imprisonment
           .
           What
           strange
           Butcheries
           have
           been
           committed
           in
           their
           Feuds
           ,
           some
           of
           which
           are
           in
           agitation
           at
           this
           day
           ,
           
             viz.
             Argile
          
           with
           the
           Macclans
           ,
           and
           
             Mac
             Donnels
          
           about
           Mula
           Islands
           ,
           which
           has
           cost
           already
           much
           Blood
           ,
           and
           is
           likely
           will
           cost
           much
           more
           before
           it
           be
           decided
           ;
           their
           Spirits
           are
           so
           mean
           ,
           that
           they
           rarely
           Rob
           ,
           but
           take
           away
           Life
           first
           ,
           lying
           in
           Ambuscade
           ,
           they
           send
           a
           brace
           of
           Bullets
           on
           Embassy
           through
           the
           Traveller's
           Body
           ;
           and
           to
           make
           sure
           work
           ,
           they
           sheath
           their
           Durks
           in
           his
           liveless
           Trunk
           ;
           perhaps
           ,
           to
           take
           off
           their
           fire
           Edges
           ,
           as
           new
           Knives
           are
           stuck
           in
           a
           Bag
           pudding
           .
           If
           an
           Highlander
           be
           injured
           ,
           those
           of
           his
           own
           Name
           must
           defend
           him
           ,
           and
           will
           certainly
           have
           satisfaction
           from
           the
           Offenders
           :
           A
           late
           instance
           whereof
           was
           at
           Inverness
           ,
           (
           a
           considerable
           Town
           )
           where
           one
           of
           the
           Macdonnels
           was
           slain
           ,
           but
           shortly
           ,
           the
           chief
           of
           the
           Name
           came
           down
           against
           the
           Town
           with
           1500
           Men
           of
           his
           own
           Name
           ,
           and
           threatned
           to
           fire
           the
           Town
           ,
           but
           the
           Inhabitants
           compounded
           with
           them
           for
           2000
           l.
           
        
         
           Their
           Cruelty
           descends
           to
           their
           Beasts
           ,
           it
           being
           a
           Custom
           in
           some
           places
           to
           feast
           upon
           a
           living
           Cow
           they
           tie
           in
           the
           middle
           of
           them
           ,
           near
           a
           great
           Fire
           ,
           and
           then
           cut
           Collops
           of
           this
           poor
           living
           Beast
           ,
           and
           broil
           them
           on
           the
           Fire
           ,
           till
           they
           have
           mangled
           her
           all
           to
           pieces
           ;
           nay
           ,
           sometimes
           they
           will
           only
           cut
           off
           as
           much
           as
           will
           satisfie
           their
           present
           Appetites
           ,
           and
           let
           her
           go
           till
           their
           greedy
           Stomachs
           calls
           for
           a
           new
           supply
           ;
           such
           horrid
           Cruelty
           as
           can
           scarce
           be
           parallel'd
           in
           the
           whole
           World
           !
           Their
           Theft
           is
           so
           well
           known
           ,
           that
           it
           needs
           no
           proving
           ,
           they
           are
           forc'd
           to
           keep
           Watch
           over
           all
           they
           have
           ,
           to
           secure
           it
           ;
           their
           Cattel
           are
           watch'd
           day
           and
           night
           ,
           or
           otherwise
           they
           would
           be
           over-grown
           by
           morning
           .
           In
           the
           High-lands
           they
           do
           it
           publickly
           before
           the
           face
           of
           the
           Sun
           ,
           if
           one
           Man
           has
           two
           Cows
           ,
           and
           another
           wants
           ,
           he
           shall
           soon
           supply
           himself
           from
           his
           Neighbour
           ,
           who
           can
           find
           no
           Remedy
           for
           it
           .
           The
           Gentry
           keep
           an
           Armory
           in
           their
           own
           Houses
           ,
           furnish'd
           with
           several
           sorts
           of
           Fire
           Arms
           ,
           Pikes
           and
           Halberts
           ,
           with
           which
           they
           Arm
           their
           Followers
           ,
           to
           secure
           themselves
           from
           the
           Rapine
           of
           their
           Neighbourhood
           .
           The
           Lowland
           Language
           may
           be
           well
           enough
           understood
           by
           an
           Englishman
           ,
           but
           the
           Highlanders
           have
           a
           peculiar
           Lingua
           to
           themselves
           ,
           which
           they
           call
           Erst
           ,
           unknown
           to
           most
           of
           the
           Lowland
           Men
           ,
           except
           only
           in
           those
           places
           that
           border
           on
           them
           ,
           where
           they
           can
           speak
           both
           :
           Yet
           these
           People
           are
           so
           currish
           ,
           that
           if
           a
           Stranger
           enquire
           the
           way
           in
           English
           ,
           they
           will
           certainly
           answer
           in
           Erst
           ,
           and
           find
           no
           other
           Language
           than
           what
           is
           forc'd
           from
           them
           with
           a
           Cudgel
           .
           If
           
             Cornelius
             Agrippa
          
           had
           travelled
           Scotland
           ,
           sure
           Cookery
           had
           not
           been
           found
           in
           his
           Vanity
           of
           Sciences
           ,
           such
           is
           their
           singular
           Skill
           in
           this
           Art
           ,
           that
           they
           may
           defie
           the
           World
           to
           rival
           them
           ;
           King
           
           James's
           Treat
           for
           the
           Devil
           ,
           that
           is
           ,
           a
           Poll
           of
           Ling
           ,
           a
           Joll
           of
           Sturgeon
           ,
           and
           a
           Pigg
           ,
           with
           a
           Pipe
           of
           Tobacco
           for
           digestion
           ,
           had
           been
           very
           compleat
           ,
           if
           the
           ordering
           thereof
           had
           been
           assigned
           to
           a
           Cuke
           of
           this
           Countrey
           ,
           who
           can
           sute
           every
           Dish
           with
           its
           proper
           Hogo
           ,
           and
           bring
           Corruption
           to
           your
           Table
           ,
           only
           to
           mind
           Men
           of
           Mortality
           :
           Their
           Meat
           is
           Carrion
           when
           't
           is
           kill'd
           ,
           but
           after
           it
           hath
           been
           a
           Fortnight
           perfuming
           with
           the
           aromatick
           Air
           ,
           strained
           through
           the
           calmy
           Trunks
           of
           Flesh-flies
           ,
           then
           it
           passes
           the
           trial
           of
           Fire
           under
           the
           Care
           of
           one
           of
           those
           exquisite
           Artists
           ,
           and
           is
           dish'd
           up
           in
           a
           Sea
           of
           sweet
           Scotch
           Butter
           ,
           and
           so
           covered
           and
           served
           hot
           up
           to
           the
           Table
           :
           O
           how
           happy
           is
           he
           that
           is
           placed
           next
           to
           it
           ,
           with
           a
           privilege
           to
           uncover
           it
           ,
           and
           receive
           the
           hot
           steams
           of
           this
           dainty
           Dish
           ,
           almost
           sufficient
           
           to
           cure
           all
           Distempers
           .
           It
           will
           be
           needless
           to
           instance
           in
           particulars
           so
           plain
           and
           evident
           to
           all
           that
           have
           travell'd
           through
           the
           Countrey
           ,
           that
           they
           may
           certainly
           bear
           away
           the
           Bell
           from
           all
           their
           Neighbouring
           Nations
           ,
           or
           indeed
           from
           the
           whole
           World.
           Their
           Nobility
           and
           Gentry
           have
           Tables
           plentifully
           enough
           furnish'd
           ,
           but
           few
           or
           none
           of
           them
           have
           their
           Meat
           better
           order'd
           :
           To
           put
           one's
           Head
           into
           their
           Kitchen
           doors
           ,
           is
           little
           less
           than
           destructive
           ;
           to
           enter
           Hell
           alive
           ,
           where
           the
           black
           Fairies
           are
           busied
           in
           mangling
           dead
           Carcases
           ,
           and
           the
           Fire
           and
           Brimstone
           ,
           or
           rather
           stew
           and
           stink
           ,
           is
           ready
           to
           suffocate
           you
           ,
           and
           yet
           (
           which
           is
           strange
           )
           these
           things
           are
           agreeable
           to
           the
           humours
           of
           the
           People
           .
           The
           poorer
           sort
           live
           on
           Haddock
           ,
           Whiting
           ,
           and
           sour
           Milk
           ,
           which
           is
           cryed
           up
           and
           down
           the
           Streets
           
             (
             Whea
             buyes
             sawer
             Milk
          
           )
           and
           upon
           the
           stinking
           Fragments
           that
           are
           left
           at
           their
           Lairds
           Table
           .
           Prodigious
           Stomachs
           ,
           that
           like
           the
           Gulon
           ,
           can
           feed
           on
           their
           own
           Excrements
           ,
           and
           strain
           their
           Meat
           through
           their
           Stomachs
           ,
           to
           have
           the
           pleasure
           of
           devouring
           it
           again
           !
        
         
           Their
           Drink
           is
           Ale
           made
           of
           Beer-Malt
           ,
           and
           Tunned
           up
           in
           a
           small
           Vessel
           ,
           called
           a
           Cogue
           ;
           after
           it
           has
           stood
           a
           few
           hours
           ,
           they
           drink
           it
           out
           of
           the
           Cogue
           ,
           Yest
           and
           all
           ;
           the
           better
           sort
           ,
           Brew
           it
           in
           larger
           quantities
           ,
           and
           drink
           it
           in
           wooden
           Queighs
           ,
           but
           it
           is
           sorry
           stuff
           ,
           yet
           excellent
           for
           preparing
           Birdlime
           ;
           but
           Wine
           is
           the
           great
           Drink
           with
           the
           Gentry
           ,
           which
           they
           pour
           in
           like
           Fishes
           ,
           as
           if
           it
           were
           their
           natural
           Element
           ;
           the
           Glasses
           they
           drink
           out
           of
           ,
           are
           considerably
           large
           ,
           and
           they
           always
           fill
           them
           to
           the
           brim
           ,
           and
           away
           with
           it
           ;
           some
           of
           them
           have
           arrived
           at
           the
           perfection
           to
           tope
           Brandy
           at
           the
           same
           rate
           :
           sure
           these
           are
           a
           Bowl
           above
           Bacchus
           ,
           and
           of
           right
           ,
           ought
           to
           have
           a
           nobler
           Throne
           than
           a
           Hogshead
           .
        
         
           Musick
           they
           have
           ,
           but
           not
           the
           Harmony
           of
           the
           Spheres
           ,
           but
           loud
           terrene
           Noises
           ,
           like
           the
           bellowing
           of
           Beasts
           ;
           the
           loud
           Bag
           pipe
           is
           their
           chief
           Delight
           ,
           stringed
           Instruments
           are
           too
           soft
           to
           penetrate
           the
           Organs
           of
           their
           Ears
           that
           are
           only
           pleased
           with
           sounds
           of
           substance
           .
        
         
           The
           High-ways
           in
           Scotland
           are
           tolerably
           good
           ,
           which
           is
           the
           greatest
           Comfort
           a
           Traveller
           meets
           with
           amongst
           them
           ;
           they
           have
           not
           Inns
           ,
           but
           Change
           Houses
           (
           as
           they
           call
           them
           )
           poor
           small
           Cottages
           ,
           where
           you
           must
           be
           content
           to
           take
           what
           you
           find
           ,
           perhaps
           Eggs
           with
           Chucks
           in
           them
           ,
           and
           some
           Lang
           Cale
           ;
           at
           the
           better
           sort
           of
           them
           ,
           a
           Dish
           of
           chopp'd
           Chickens
           ,
           which
           they
           esteem
           a
           dainty
           Dish
           ,
           and
           will
           take
           it
           unkindly
           if
           yon
           do
           not
           eat
           very
           heartily
           of
           it
           ,
           though
           for
           the
           most
           part
           you
           may
           make
           a
           Meal
           with
           the
           sight
           of
           the
           Fare
           ,
           and
           be
           satisfied
           with
           the
           steam
           only
           ,
           like
           the
           Inhabitants
           of
           the
           World
           in
           the
           Moon
           ;
           your
           Horses
           must
           be
           sent
           to
           a
           Stablers
           (
           for
           the
           Change
           Houses
           have
           no
           Lodging
           for
           them
           )
           where
           they
           may
           feed
           voluptuously
           on
           Straw
           only
           ,
           for
           Grass
           is
           not
           to
           be
           had
           ,
           and
           Hay
           is
           so
           much
           a
           stranger
           to
           them
           ,
           that
           they
           are
           scarce
           familiar
           with
           the
           Name
           of
           it
           .
        
         
           The
           Scotch
           Gentry
           commonly
           travel
           from
           one
           Friend's
           House
           to
           another
           ,
           so
           seldom
           make
           use
           of
           a
           Change
           House
           ;
           their
           way
           is
           to
           hire
           a
           Horse
           and
           a
           Man
           for
           two
           Pcnce
           a
           Mile
           ;
           they
           ride
           on
           the
           Horse
           thirty
           or
           forty
           Miles
           a
           day
           ,
           and
           the
           Man
           who
           is
           his
           Guide
           ,
           foots
           it
           beside
           him
           ,
           and
           carries
           his
           Luggage
           to
           boot
           .
           The
           best
           sort
           keep
           only
           a
           Horse
           or
           two
           for
           themselves
           and
           their
           best
           Friend
           ,
           all
           the
           rest
           of
           the
           Train
           foot
           it
           beside
           them
           .
           The
           Commonalty
           are
           so
           used
           to
           worship
           and
           adore
           their
           Lairds
           ,
           that
           when
           they
           see
           a
           Stranger
           in
           any
           tolerable
           Equipage
           ,
           they
           honour
           him
           with
           the
           Title
           of
           Laird
           at
           least
           ,
           
             An
             't
             please
             you
             my
             Laird
             such
             a
             one
             ,
             or
             an
             't
             please
             you
             my
             Laird
             Dr.
          
           at
           every
           ba●e
           word
           forsooth
           .
        
         
           The
           Nobility
           shew
           themselves
           very
           great
           before
           Strangers
           ,
           they
           are
           conducted
           into
           the
           House
           by
           a
           many
           of
           his
           Servants
           ,
           where
           the
           Lord
           with
           his
           Troop
           of
           Shadows
           receives
           them
           with
           the
           grand
           Paw
           ,
           then
           enter
           into
           some
           Discourse
           of
           their
           Countrey
           ,
           till
           you
           are
           presented
           with
           a
           great
           Queigh
           of
           Syrup
           of
           Beer
           ,
           after
           
           that
           a
           Glass
           of
           White-Wine
           ,
           then
           a
           Rummer
           of
           Claret
           ,
           and
           sometimes
           after
           that
           a
           Glass
           of
           Sherry
           Sack
           ,
           and
           then
           begin
           the
           round
           with
           Ale
           again
           ,
           and
           ply
           you
           briskly
           ,
           for
           it
           's
           their
           way
           of
           shewing
           you'r
           Welcome
           by
           making
           you
           Drunk
           ;
           if
           you
           have
           longer
           time
           to
           stay
           ,
           you
           stick
           close
           to
           Claret
           ,
           till
           Bacchus
           wins
           the
           Field
           ,
           and
           leaves
           the
           conquer'd
           Victims
           groveling
           on
           the
           place
           where
           they
           received
           their
           overthrow
           ;
           at
           your
           departure
           you
           must
           drink
           a
           
             Dongha
             Doras
          
           ,
           in
           English
           a
           Stirrup
           Cup
           ,
           and
           have
           the
           satisfaction
           to
           have
           my
           Lord's
           Bag-pipe
           (
           with
           his
           loud
           Pipes
           ,
           with
           his
           Lordship's
           Coat
           Armor
           on
           a
           Flag
           )
           strut
           about
           you
           ,
           and
           enchant
           you
           with
           a
           
             Loth
             to
             depart
          
           .
        
         
           Their
           Money
           is
           commonly
           Dollars
           ,
           or
           Mark
           pieces
           ,
           coined
           at
           Edenbrough
           ,
           but
           their
           way
           of
           Reckoning
           is
           surprising
           to
           a
           Stranger
           ;
           to
           receive
           a
           Bill
           of
           a
           Hundred
           Pound
           in
           one
           of
           their
           Change-Houses
           ,
           when
           one
           would
           not
           suppose
           they
           had
           any
           of
           the
           value
           of
           a
           Hundred
           Pence
           ;
           they
           call
           a
           Peny
           a
           Shilling
           ,
           and
           every
           Twenty
           Shillings
           ,
           viz.
           Twenty
           Pence
           ,
           a
           Pound
           ;
           so
           the
           proportion
           of
           their
           Pound
           to
           ours
           ,
           is
           Twelve
           to
           One.
           Strangers
           are
           sure
           to
           be
           grosly
           imposed
           upon
           in
           all
           their
           Change
           Houses
           ,
           and
           there
           is
           no
           redress
           for
           it
           :
           If
           an
           Englishman
           should
           complain
           to
           their
           Magistrates
           ,
           they
           would
           all
           take
           a
           part
           against
           him
           ,
           and
           make
           sure
           to
           squeeze
           him
           .
        
         
           The
           Conclusion
           of
           the
           Abridgment
           of
           the
           Scotch
           Chronicle
           ,
           is
           the
           rare
           and
           wonderful
           things
           of
           that
           Countrey
           ;
           as
           in
           Orkney
           ,
           their
           Ews
           bring
           forth
           two
           Lambs
           apiece
           ;
           that
           in
           the
           Northermost
           of
           Shetland
           Islands
           ,
           about
           the
           Summer
           Solstice
           ,
           there
           is
           no
           Night
           ;
           that
           in
           the
           Park
           of
           Cumbernaule
           ,
           are
           white
           Kine
           and
           Oxen
           ;
           that
           at
           Slanes
           there
           is
           a
           putrifying
           Water
           in
           a
           Cove
           ;
           that
           at
           Aberdeen
           is
           a
           Vitriolin
           Well
           ,
           that
           they
           say
           is
           excellent
           to
           dissolve
           the
           Stone
           ,
           and
           expel
           Sand
           from
           the
           Reins
           and
           Bladder
           ,
           and
           good
           for
           the
           Colick
           ,
           being
           drunk
           in
           July
           ,
           &c.
           
           These
           prodigious
           Wonders
           in
           one
           Countrey
           are
           admirable
           ,
           but
           these
           are
           not
           half
           of
           them
           .
           Loughness
           never
           freezes
           ;
           in
           
             Lough
             Lommond
          
           are
           Fishes
           without
           Fins
           :
           And
           2dly
           .
           The
           Waters
           thereof
           rage
           in
           great
           Waves
           without
           Wind
           in
           calm
           Weather
           :
           And
           3dly
           .
           and
           lastly
           ,
           Therein
           is
           a
           floating
           Island
           :
           In
           Kyle
           is
           a
           deaf
           Rock
           twelve
           Foot
           every
           way
           ,
           yet
           a
           Gun
           discharged
           on
           one
           side
           of
           it
           ,
           shall
           not
           be
           heard
           to
           the
           other
           .
           In
           another
           place
           is
           a
           Rocking-stone
           of
           a
           reasonable
           bigness
           ,
           that
           if
           a
           Man
           push
           it
           with
           his
           finger
           ,
           it
           will
           move
           very
           lightly
           ,
           but
           if
           he
           address
           his
           whole
           Force
           ,
           it
           availeth
           nothing
           ;
           with
           many
           more
           marvels
           of
           like
           nature
           ,
           which
           I
           would
           rather
           believe
           than
           go
           thither
           to
           disprove
           .
           To
           conclude
           the
           whole
           bulk
           and
           selvege
           of
           this
           Countrey
           ,
           is
           all
           Wonder
           too
           great
           for
           me
           to
           unriddle
           ,
           there
           I
           shall
           leave
           it
           as
           I
           found
           it
           ,
           with
           its
           agreeable
           Inhabitants
           in
        
         
           
             A
             Land
             where
             one
             may
             pray
             with
             curst
             intent
             :
          
        
         
           
             Oh!
             May
             they
             never
             suffer
             Banishment
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
       
         
         
         
           
             A
             Description
             of
          
           Scotland
           ,
           
             in
             a
             LETTER
             from
             an
             Officer
             in
             the
             Army
             ,
             to
             his
             Friend
             in
          
           London
           .
        
         
           
             SIR
             ,
          
        
         
           YOU
           may
           be
           sure
           it
           goes
           hard
           with
           a
           Soldier
           ,
           when
           he
           is
           brought
           to
           his
           Prayers
           ,
           and
           that
           is
           my
           Case
           and
           all
           with
           me
           ,
           and
           would
           defire
           my
           Friends
           to
           join
           with
           me
           in
           them
           ,
           that
           God
           would
           put
           it
           into
           His
           Majesty's
           Heart
           to
           call
           us
           out
           of
           this
           Kingdom
           ,
           and
           to
           send
           us
           to
           any
           other
           part
           of
           the
           World
           ;
           for
           we
           can't
           lose
           by
           the
           Change
           ,
           for
           here
           is
           neither
           Meat
           for
           Man
           nor
           Horse
           ;
           here
           is
           great
           store
           of
           Fowl
           ,
           indeed
           ,
           as
           foul
           Houses
           ,
           foul
           Sheets
           ,
           foul
           Linnen
           ,
           foul
           Dishes
           ,
           Pots
           ,
           Trenchers
           ,
           Napkins
           ,
           &c.
           
           They
           have
           good
           store
           of
           Fish
           too
           ,
           and
           good
           for
           those
           that
           can
           eat
           it
           raw
           ;
           but
           if
           it
           comes
           once
           into
           their
           hands
           ,
           it
           is
           worse
           than
           if
           it
           was
           three
           days
           old
           .
           For
           their
           Butter
           and
           Cheese
           ,
           I
           will
           not
           meddle
           withal
           at
           this
           time
           ,
           nor
           no
           Man
           else
           at
           any
           time
           that
           loves
           his
           Life
           .
           The
           Country
           ,
           I
           confess
           ,
           is
           good
           for
           those
           that
           possess
           it
           ,
           and
           too
           bad
           for
           others
           to
           be
           at
           the
           Charge
           to
           Conquer
           it
           .
           The
           Air
           might
           be
           wholsome
           but
           for
           the
           stinking
           People
           that
           inhabit
           it
           ;
           the
           Ground
           might
           be
           fruitful
           ,
           had
           they
           Wit
           to
           manure
           it
           .
           They
           have
           good
           store
           of
           Deer
           ,
           but
           they
           are
           so
           far
           from
           the
           Place
           where
           I
           have
           been
           ,
           that
           I
           had
           rather
           believe
           than
           go
           to
           disprove
           it
           ;
           all
           the
           Deer
           I
           met
           withal
           ,
           was
           dear
           Lodgings
           ,
           dear
           Horse-Meat
           ,
           dear
           Tobacco
           and
           English
           Beer
           .
           Fruit
           ,
           for
           their
           Grandsire
           
           Adam's
           sake
           they
           never
           planted
           any
           ,
           and
           for
           other
           Trees
           ,
           had
           Christ
           been
           betrayed
           in
           this
           Countrey
           (
           as
           doubtless
           he
           should
           ,
           had
           he
           come
           as
           a
           Stranger
           )
           Judas
           had
           sooner
           found
           the
           Grace
           of
           Repentance
           ,
           than
           a
           Tree
           to
           hang
           himself
           on
           .
           They
           have
           many
           Hills
           ,
           wherein
           they
           say
           is
           much
           Treasure
           ,
           but
           they
           shew
           you
           none
           of
           it
           ,
           Nature
           hath
           only
           discovered
           to
           them
           some
           Mines
           of
           Coal
           ,
           to
           shew
           to
           what
           end
           he
           created
           them
           .
           There
           is
           little
           Grass
           to
           be
           seen
           but
           in
           their
           Pottage
           ;
           and
           Hay
           is
           Heathen
           Greek
           to
           them
           ,
           neither
           Man
           nor
           Beast
           knows
           what
           it
           means
           .
           As
           to
           their
           Religion
           ,
           it
           is
           such
           a
           Hodge-podge
           ,
           there
           is
           no
           describing
           it
           .
           Their
           Sabbath
           Exercise
           is
           a
           Preaching
           in
           the
           Forenoon
           ,
           and
           a
           Persecuting
           in
           the
           Afternoon
           ;
           they
           go
           to
           Church
           in
           the
           Forenoon
           to
           hear
           the
           Law
           ,
           and
           to
           the
           Craggs
           and
           Mountains
           in
           the
           Afternoon
           to
           Louze
           themselves
           .
           They
           hold
           their
           Noses
           ,
           if
           you
           talk
           of
           Bear-baiting
           ,
           and
           stop
           their
           Ears
           ,
           if
           you
           speak
           of
           a
           Play.
           Fornication
           they
           hold
           but
           a
           pastime
           ,
           wherein
           Man's
           Ability
           is
           approved
           ,
           and
           a
           Woman's
           Fertility
           discovered
           ;
           at
           Adultery
           they
           shake
           their
           Heads
           .
           Theft
           they
           rail
           at
           ,
           and
           think
           it
           impossible
           to
           lose
           the
           way
           to
           Heaven
           ,
           if
           they
           can
           but
           leave
           Rome
           behind
           them
           .
           The
           Ointment
           they
           use
           ,
           is
           Brimstone
           and
           Butter
           for
           the
           Scabs
           .
           To
           conclude
           ;
           The
           Men
           of
           old
           did
           not
           more
           wonder
           that
           the
           great
           Messias
           should
           be
           born
           in
           so
           poor
           a
           Town
           as
           Bethlehem
           ,
           than
           the
           World
           may
           wonder
           at
           ,
           that
           England
           should
           have
           a
           Race
           of
           Kings
           from
           such
           a
           cursed
           Countrey
           as
           Scotland
           .
        
         
           
             Yours
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           THE
           Rebel
           SCOT
           .
        
         
           HOW
           !
           Providence
           !
           and
           yet
           a
           Scottish
           Crew
           !
        
         
           Then
           Madam
           Nature
           wears
           black
           Patches
           too
           ,
        
         
           What
           shall
           our
           Nation
           be
           in
           bondage
           thus
        
         
           Unto
           a
           Land
           that
           truckles
           under
           us
           ?
        
         
           Ring
           the
           Bells
           backward
           ;
           I
           am
           all
           on
           fire
           ,
        
         
           Not
           all
           the
           Buckets
           in
           a
           Country-Quire
        
         
           Shall
           quench
           my
           rage
           .
           A
           Poet
           should
           be
           fear'd
        
         
           When
           angry
           ,
           like
           a
           Comet
           's
           flaming
           Beard
           .
        
         
           And
           where
           's
           the
           Stoick
           can
           his
           wrath
           appease
        
         
           To
           see
           his
           Country
           sick
           of
           
           Pym's
           disease
           ;
        
         
           By
           Scotch
           Invasion
           to
           be
           made
           a
           Prey
        
         
           To
           such
           Pig-Widgin
           Myrmidons
           as
           they
           ?
        
         
           But
           that
           there
           's
           Charm
           in
           Verse
           ,
           I
           would
           not
           quote
        
         
           The
           Name
           of
           Scot
           without
           an
           Antidote
           ;
        
         
           Unless
           my
           head
           were
           red
           ,
           that
           I
           might
           brew
        
         
           Invention
           there
           that
           might
           be
           Poyson
           too
           .
        
         
           Were
           I
           a
           drowzy
           Judge
           ,
           whose
           dismal
           Note
        
         
           Disgorgeth
           Halters
           ,
           as
           a
           Jugler's
           Throat
        
         
           Doth
           Ribbands
           ;
           Could
           I
           in
           Sir
           Empericks
           tone
        
         
           Speak
           Pills
           in
           phrase
           and
           quack
           destruction
           ,
        
         
           Or
           roar
           like
           Marshal
           that
           Geneva
           Bull
           ,
        
         
           Hell
           and
           Damnation
           a
           Pulpit
           full
           :
        
         
           Yet
           to
           express
           a
           Scot
           ,
           to
           play
           that
           prize
           ,
        
         
           Not
           all
           those
           Mouth
           Granados
           can
           suffice
           .
        
         
           Before
           a
           Scot
           can
           properly
           be
           curst
           ,
        
         
           I
           must
           like
           Hocus
           ,
           swallow
           Daggers
           first
           .
        
         
           Come
           ,
           keen
           Iambicks
           ,
           with
           your
           Badgers
           feet
           ,
        
         
           And
           Badger-like
           bite
           till
           your
           Teeth
           do
           meet
           :
        
         
           Help
           ye
           tart
           Satyrists
           to
           imp
           my
           rage
        
         
           With
           all
           the
           Scorpions
           that
           should
           whip
           this
           Age.
        
         
           Scots
           are
           like
           Witches
           ;
           do
           but
           whet
           your
           Pen
           ;
        
         
           Scratch
           till
           the
           blood
           come
           ,
           they
           'll
           not
           hurt
           you
           then
           .
        
         
           Now
           as
           the
           Martyrs
           were
           enforc'd
           to
           take
        
         
           The
           shapes
           of
           Beasts
           ,
           like
           Hypocrites
           at
           Stake
        
         
           I
           'll
           bait
           my
           Scot
           so
           ,
           yet
           not
           cheat
           your
           eyes
           ;
        
         
           A
           Scot
           ,
           within
           a
           Beast
           ,
           is
           no
           Disguise
           .
        
         
           No
           more
           let
           Ireland
           brag
           ,
           her
           harmless
           Nation
        
         
           Fosters
           no
           Venom
           since
           that
           
           Scot's
           Plantation
           :
        
         
           Nor
           can
           our
           feign'd
           Antiquity
           obtain
           ;
        
         
           Since
           they
           came
           in
           ,
           England
           hath
           Wolves
           again
           .
        
         
         
           The
           Scot
           that
           kept
           the
           Tower
           might
           have
           shown
        
         
           Within
           the
           Grate
           of
           his
           own
           Breast
           alone
           ,
        
         
           The
           Leopard
           and
           the
           Panther
           ,
           and
           ingross'd
        
         
           What
           all
           those
           wild
           Collegiats
           had
           cost
           .
        
         
           The
           honest
           High-shoes
           in
           their
           termly
           Fees
           ,
        
         
           First
           to
           the
           Salvage
           Lawyer
           ,
           next
           to
           these
           .
        
         
           Nature
           her self
           doth
           Scotchmen
           Beasts
           confess
           ,
        
         
           Making
           their
           Country
           such
           a
           Wilderness
           ;
        
         
           A
           Land
           that
           brings
           in
           question
           and
           suspence
        
         
           God's
           Omnipresence
           ,
           but
           that
           Charles
           came
           thence
           ;
        
         
           But
           that
           Montross
           and
           
           Crawford's
           Royal
           Band
        
         
           Atton'd
           their
           Sin
           ,
           and
           Christned
           half
           their
           Land.
        
         
           Nor
           is
           it
           all
           the
           Nation
           hath
           these
           Spots
           ,
        
         
           There
           is
           a
           Church
           as
           well
           as
           Kirk
           of
           Scots
           .
        
         
           As
           in
           a
           Picture
           where
           the
           squinting
           paint
        
         
           Shews
           Fiend
           on
           this
           side
           ,
           and
           on
           that
           side
           Saint
           .
        
         
           He
           that
           saw
           Hell
           in
           's
           melancholy
           Dream
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           Twy-light
           of
           his
           Fancy's
           Theme
        
         
           Scar'd
           from
           his
           Sins
           ,
           repented
           in
           a
           fright
           ,
        
         
           Had
           he
           view'd
           Scotland
           had
           turn'd
           Proselite
           .
        
         
           A
           Land
           where
           one
           may
           pray
           with
           curst
           intent
           ,
        
         
           Oh
           may
           they
           never
           suffer
           Banishment
           !
        
         
           Had
           Cain
           been
           Scot
           ,
           God
           would
           have
           chang'd
           his
           Doom
           ,
        
         
           Not
           forc'd
           him
           wander
           but
           confin'd
           him
           home
           ;
        
         
           Like
           Jews
           they
           spread
           ,
           and
           as
           Infection
           fly
           ,
        
         
           As
           if
           the
           Devil
           had
           Ubiquity
           .
        
         
           Hence
           't
           is
           they
           live
           at
           Rovers
           and
           defie
        
         
           This
           ,
           or
           that
           place
           ,
           Rags
           of
           Geography
           .
        
         
           They
           'r
           Citizens
           o'
           th'
           World
           ,
           they
           'r
           all
           in
           all
           ,
        
         
           
           Scotland's
           a
           Nation
           Epidemical
           .
        
         
           And
           yet
           they
           ramble
           not
           to
           learn
           the
           Mode
           ,
        
         
           How
           to
           be
           drest
           ,
           or
           how
           to
           lisp
           abroad
           ;
        
         
           To
           return
           knowing
           in
           the
           Spanish
           Shrug
           ,
        
         
           Or
           which
           of
           the
           Dutch
           States
           a
           double
           Jug
        
         
           Resembles
           most
           in
           Belly
           ,
           or
           in
           Beard
           ,
        
         
           (
           The
           Card
           by
           which
           the
           Mariners
           are
           steer'd
           )
        
         
           No
           ,
           the
           Scots
           Errant
           fight
           ,
           and
           fight
           to
           eat
           ,
        
         
           Their
           Ostrich
           Stomachs
           make
           their
           Swords
           their
           Meat
           .
        
         
           Nature
           with
           Scots
           as
           Tooth
           drawers
           hath
           dealt
           ,
        
         
           Who
           use
           to
           string
           their
           Teeth
           upon
           their
           Belt.
        
         
           Yet
           wonder
           not
           at
           this
           their
           happy
           choice
           ,
        
         
           The
           Serpent's
           fatal
           still
           to
           Paradise
           .
        
         
           Sure
           England
           hath
           the
           Hemorrhoids
           ,
           and
           these
        
         
           On
           the
           North
           postern
           of
           the
           Patient
           seize
           ,
        
         
           Like
           Leeches
           ;
           thus
           they
           Physically
           thirst
        
         
           After
           our
           Blood
           ,
           but
           in
           the
           Cure
           shall
           burst
           .
        
         
           Let
           them
           not
           think
           to
           make
           us
           run
           o'
           th'
           score
        
         
           To
           purchase
           Villenage
           ,
           as
           once
           before
        
         
           When
           an
           Act
           past
           to
           stroak
           them
           on
           the
           Head
           :
        
         
           Call
           them
           good
           Subjects
           ,
           buy
           them
           Ginger-bread
           .
        
         
           Not
           Gold
           ,
           nor
           Acts
           of
           Grace
           ,
           't
           is
           Steel
           must
           tame
        
         
           The
           stubborn
           Scot
           ,
           a
           Prince
           that
           would
           reclaim
        
         
         
           Rebels
           by
           yielding
           ,
           doth
           like
           him
           ,
           or
           worse
           ,
        
         
           Who
           saddled
           his
           own
           back
           to
           shame
           his
           Horse
           .
        
         
           Was
           it
           for
           this
           you
           left
           your
           leaner
           Soil
           ,
        
         
           Thus
           to
           lard
           Israel
           with
           
           Egypt's
           Spoil
           .
        
         
           They
           are
           the
           Gospel's
           Life-guard
           ;
           but
           for
           them
        
         
           (
           The
           Garrison
           of
           New
           Jerusalem
           )
        
         
           What
           would
           the
           Brethren
           do
           ?
           The
           Cause
           !
           The
           Cause
           !
        
         
           Sack-Possets
           ,
           and
           the
           Fundamental
           Laws
           ?
        
         
           Lord
           !
           what
           a
           godly
           thing
           is
           want
           of
           Shirts
           !
        
         
           How
           a
           Scotch-Stomach
           ,
           and
           no
           Meat
           converts
           !
        
         
           They
           wanted
           Food
           and
           Rayment
           ;
           so
           they
           took
        
         
           Religion
           for
           their
           Seamstress
           ,
           and
           their
           Cook.
        
         
           Unmask
           them
           well
           ,
           their
           Honours
           and
           Estate
           ,
        
         
           As
           well
           as
           Conscience
           ,
           are
           sophisticate
           .
        
         
           Shrive
           but
           their
           Title
           and
           their
           Moneys
           poize
           ,
        
         
           A
           Laird
           and
           twenty
           pence
           pronounc'd
           with
           noise
           ,
        
         
           When
           constru'd
           but
           for
           a
           plain
           Yeoman
           go
           ,
        
         
           And
           a
           good
           sober
           two
           pence
           ,
           and
           well
           so
           .
        
         
           Hence
           then
           you
           proud
           Impostors
           ,
           get
           you
           gone
           ,
        
         
           You
           Picts
           in
           Gentry
           and
           Devotion
           .
        
         
           You
           Scandal
           to
           the
           Stock
           of
           Verse
           ,
           a
           Race
        
         
           Able
           to
           bring
           the
           Gibbet
           in
           disgrace
           .
        
         
           Hyperbolus
           by
           suffering
           did
           traduce
        
         
           The
           Ostracism
           ,
           and
           sham'd
           it
           out
           of
           use
           .
        
         
           The
           Indian
           that
           '
           Heaven
           did
           forswear
           ,
        
         
           Because
           he
           heard
           some
           Spaniards
           were
           there
           ;
        
         
           Had
           he
           but
           known
           what
           Scots
           in
           Hell
           had
           been
           ,
        
         
           He
           would
           
           Erasmus-like
           have
           hung
           between
           .
        
         
           My
           Muse
           hath
           done
           .
           A
           Voyder
           for
           the
           nonce
           ,
        
         
           I
           wrong
           the
           Devil
           should
           I
           pick
           their
           Bones
           ;
        
         
           That
           Dish
           is
           his
           ;
           for
           when
           the
           Scots
           decease
        
         
           Hell
           like
           their
           Nation
           ,
           feeds
           on
           Bernacles
           .
        
         
           A
           Scot
           when
           from
           the
           Gallow
           tree
           got
           loose
        
         
           Drops
           into
           Styx
           ,
           and
           turns
           a
           Soland
           Goose.
           
        
         
           FINIS
           .