That Hour O' Night's Black Arch The

His Locked, Lettered, Braw Brass Collar, Shewed Him The Gentleman And Scholar.

My Son, These Maxims Make A Rule An Lump Them Ay Thegither: The Rigid Righteous Is A Fool, The Rigid Wise Anither.

The Voice Of Nature Loudly Cries,and Many A Message From The Skies,that Something In Us Never Dies.

Nae Man Can Tether Time Or Tide; The Hour Approachestam Maun Ride; That Hour, O'night's Black Arch The Key-stane, That Dreary Hourtam Mounts His Beast In.

I Have A Hundred Times Wished That One Could Resign Life As An Officer Resigns A Commission.