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Oft had the goblet flow'd with wine.
And oft its course had run, When Wilson rose with pleasantry,
Divested of all fun :—
'■ Jim Hogg," said he, " a toast I give,
And to my heart most dear, It's our Noctes, old Scotland's pride,
WTho ne'er a foe did fear."
Jim Hogg raised up his nervous arm,
And, by the temple, swore That language such as he had us'd,
Should be allow'd no more.*
Christopher North, with downcast look,
" I own the fault in me, And of Earl Buccleuch pardon ask,
For such a liberty.
The boon old Kit has craved is given,
But first a reprimand ,• Then friendship, peace, and unity,
Gave Buccleuch, in demand.
* Hogg had frequently remonstrated with Blackwood's people about the liberty they took with his conversations in the Noctes, but little or no attention was paid to him. At last he grew very testy upon the subject. This was the cause of his taking the Professor's joke so hotly up at this convivial party. The Dnke of Buccleuch was a kind friend to the shepherd. R. B. |
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