Lang may we bruik sic happy hours, To bufk our winnocks; Content an this be still our dow'rs, Wi' claise an' bannocks. Here rowth o' flow'rs by nature grow, On thankless man ; O keep us frae the auld boo-kow, Now glorious Samuel, Avon's brag, By day break rear your painted flag, I wat it is nae tatter'd rag, You Lunin town an' Embrugh baith, At Avon feint a ane wad fkaith To beet the joys o' this day's sport, O' barley broe, That maks the time seem wond'rous short As soon's' we get our mid-day meal, Upon a floor weel laid wi' dail, Hard reels away. Keen Frazer rúbs his fiddle strings, An' weel he plays, While voices at the punch bowl sings The damsels clean, an' trig, an' fair, To temp the younkers, Then young, an' auld, an' middle age, Hech! life wad be a funny stage Were't ay like this. Sic pleasures maun through time gie way, Keeks in wi' halesome smiling ray, An' bids us part. Now Musie ye hae done fu' weel, An' view its tap; But first and foremost or we speel, We'll tak a nap. I. K. PRINTER AVON FIELD. *Or gorcocks. An explanation of this word will be very obliging. i ANECDOTES OF ARTEDI, THE FAMOUS SWEDISH NATURALIST, WITH SOME ACCOUNT OF A NEW EDITION OF HIS WORKS BY M. WALBAUM. THE public are indebted to Linnæus for the following interesting memoirs of his friend and fellow disciple Artedi, a name well known to the lovers of natural history. These extracts are made from a Latin edition of Artedi's works, just published by Dr Walbaum of Lubeck, in three volumes quarto, with plates. These anecdotes are written with that warmth which was natural to Linnæus, and adds one more to the numerous list of examples that are before the public, of the hard fate that too often marks the private life of philosophers. John Artedi was born in the year 1705, in the province of Angermania in Sweden. He inherited from nature an ardent paffion for all branches of natural history, but he excelled particularly in what respects fishes.-In 1724, he came to study at the university of Upsal. “In 1728," says Linnæus," I came from Lund to Upsal. I wished to devote myself to medicine. I inquired who, at that university, excelled most for his knowledge; every one named Artedi. I was impatient to see him. I found him pale, and in great distress for the lofs of his father, with his thin hair neglected. He resembled the portrait of Ray, the naturalist. His judgement was ripe, his thoughts profound, his manners simple, his virtues antique. The conversation turned upon stones, plants, animals; I was enchanted with his observations, equally ingenious and new; for at the very first, he was not afraid to communicate them to me with the utmost frankness. I desired his friendship, he asked mine. From that moment we formed a friendship, |