"Upon his arrival at Perthshire, his Majesty is to be received by a band
of two hundred men, _entirely of the Mac clan_, arrayed in the ancient
national costume."--_Scotsman_.
In Scotia our king's to be blessed with a treat,
A _balle_ting one if the Scotch have their nacks,
For the papers put forth he's at Perthshire to meet,
Dressed in tartan and bonnet, _a band of all "Macs."_ (Almacks.)
Which wert thou, cruel Bishop Bonner,
A savage _wit_, or senseless _noddy_,
When to extinguish Ridley's faith,
Thou _mad'st a bonfire_ of his body?
Disdain'd by the Helen he fondly had wooed,
A love-stricken swain in a region _campestris_,
Thus "clerkly" gave vent to his sorrowful mood,
_Ah! vota si mea valíssent cum Vestris!_[3]
Ah me! what _foggy thoughts_ environ
The man that reads Gait's "Life of Byron."
--_Hudibras parodied_.
"What pens doth Galt in general use?"
To Farthing thus said Simon Shark;
"Mostly the _Nocto-Polygraph_,
Or pen that writes Sir--_in the dark_."