Allan Ramsay. [A biography.] - National Library of Scotland
Allan Ramsay. [A biography.] - National Library of Scotland
Allan Ramsay. [A biography.] - National Library of Scotland
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ALLAN RAMSAY 133<br />
Blyther than Iambs that frisk out o'er the knowes,<br />
Straighter than aught that in the forest grows.<br />
Her een the clearest blob <strong>of</strong> dew out-shines,<br />
The lily in her breast its beauty tines ;<br />
Her legs, her arms, her cheeks, her mouth, her een,<br />
Will be my deid '<br />
—<br />
The existence <strong>of</strong> superstition among the Scottish<br />
peasantry, a state <strong>of</strong> things lasting until well on into last<br />
century, is also well brought out in Bauldy's soliloquy,<br />
when he refers to Mausy, ' a witch that for sma' price,<br />
can cast her cantrips, and gie me advice.' Mause,<br />
meaning to read the faithless lover <strong>of</strong> Neps a lesson,<br />
consents to help him. The fourth scene <strong>of</strong> the Second<br />
Act is undoubtedly one <strong>of</strong> the finest in the drama—the<br />
meeting <strong>of</strong> the lovers, Patie and Peggy. The two great<br />
constituents <strong>of</strong> a successful piece, strength and pathos,<br />
are both present in rich measure. To test her lover's<br />
fidelity, the maiden, with coy coquetry, afi"ects to think<br />
that he might alter his mind and deceive her if she<br />
trusted him too implicitly. To this Patie replies that<br />
she deeply wrongs him in doubting his fidelity, and<br />
that he would be dull and blind<br />
' Gif I could fancy aught's sae sweet and fair<br />
As my sweet Meg, or worthy <strong>of</strong> my care.<br />
Thy breath is sweeter than the sweetest brier.<br />
Thy cheek and breast the finest flowers appear,<br />
Thy words excel the maist delightfu' notes<br />
That warble through the merle or mavis' throats ;<br />
With thee I tent nae flowers that busk the field,<br />
Or ripest berries that our mountains yield ;<br />
The sweetest fruits that hing upon the tree<br />
Are far inferior to a kiss frae thee.'<br />
With all a loving woman's sweet perversity, however,<br />
Peggy still affects to doubt, only to be indulged