No More Learning

I am taken extremely ill with strong feverish symptoms, and take a
servant of Mr. Hood's to watch me all night--embittering remorse
scares my fancy at the gloomy forebodings of death. --I am determined
to live for the future in such a manner as not to be scared at the
approach of death--I am sure I could meet him with indifference, but
for "The something beyond the grave. "--Mr. Hood agrees to accompany us
to England if we will wait till Sunday.

_Friday. _--I go with Mr. Hood to see a roup of an unfortunate farmer's
stock--rigid economy, and decent industry, do you preserve me from
being the principal _dramatis persona_ in such a scene of horror.

Meet my good old friend Mr. Ainslie, who calls on Mr. Hood in the
evening to take farewell of my bardship. This day I feel myself warm
with sentiments of gratitude to the Great Preserver of men, who has
kindly restored me to health and strength once more.

A pleasant walk with my young friend Douglas Ainslie, a sweet, modest,
clever young fellow.

_Sunday_, 27_th May. _--Cross Tweed, and traverse the moors through a
wild country till I reach Alnwick--Alnwick Castle a seat of the Duke
of Northumberland, furnished in a most princely manner. --A Mr. Wilkin,
agent of His Grace's, shows us the house and policies. Mr. Wilkin, a
discreet, sensible, ingenious man.

_Monday. _--Come, still through by-ways, to Warkworth, where we
dine. --Hermitage and old castle. Warkworth situated very picturesque,
with Coquet Island, a small rocky spot, the seat of an old monastery,
facing it a little in the sea; and the small but romantic river
Coquet, running through it. --Sleep at Morpeth, a pleasant enough
little town, and on next day to Newcastle. --Meet with a very
agreeable, sensible fellow, a Mr. Chattox, who shows us a great many
civilities, and who dines and sups with us.

_Wednesday. _--Left Newcastle early in the morning, and rode over a
fine country to Hexham to breakfast--from Hexham to Wardrue, the
celebrated Spa, where we slept.

_Thursday_--Reach Longtown to dine, and part there with my good
friends Messrs. Hood and Ker--A hiring day in Longtown--I am
uncommonly happy to see so many young folks enjoying life. --I come to
Carlisle. --(Meet a strange enough romantic adventure by the way, in
falling in with a girl and her married sister--the girl, after some
overtures of gallantry on my side, sees me a little cut with the
bottle, and offers to take me in for a Gretna-Green affair. --I, not
being such a gull, as she imagines, make an appointment with her, by
way of _vive la bagatelle_, to hold a conference on it when we reach
town. --I meet her in town and give her a brush of caressing, and a
bottle of cider; but finding herself _un peu trompe_ in her man she
sheers off. ) Next day I meet my good friend, Mr. Mitchell, and walk
with him round the town and its environs, and through his
printing-works, &c. --four or five hundred people employed, many of
them women and children. --Dine with Mr. Mitchell, and leave
Carlisle. --Come by the coast to Annan. --Overtaken on the way by a
curious old fish of a shoemaker, and miner, from Cumberland mines.

[_Here the manuscript abruptly terminates. _]

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 294: The author of that fine song, "The Maid that tends the
Goats. "]

[Footnote 295: "During the discourse Burns produced a neat impromptu,
conveying an elegant compliment to Miss Ainslie. Dr. B. had selected a
text of Scripture that contained a heavy denunciation against
obstinate sinners. In the course of the sermon Burns observed the
young lady turning over the leaves of her Bible, with much
earnestness, in search of the text. He took out a slip of paper, and
with a pencil wrote the following lines on it, which he immediately
presented to her.

"Fair maid, you need not take the hint,
Nor idle texts pursue:--
'Twas _guilty sinners_ that he meant,--
Not _angels_ such as you. "

Cromek. ]

[Footnote 296: "This extraordinary woman then moved in a very humble
walk of life:--the wife of a common working gardener. She is still
living, and, if I am rightly informed, her time is principally occupied
in her attentions to a little day-school, which not being sufficient for
her subsistence, she is obliged to solicit the charily of her benevolent
neighbours. 'Ah, who would love the lyre! '"--CROMEK. ]

[Footnote 297: The entry made on this occasion in the Lodge-books of St
Abb's is honorable to

"The brethren of the mystic level. "

"_Eyemouth_, 19_th May_, 1787.

"At a general encampment held this day, the following brethren were
made royal arch masons, viz. Robert Burns, from the Lodge of St.
James's, Tarbolton, Ayrshire, and Robert Ainslie, from the Lodge of
St. Luke's, Edinburgh by James Carmichael, Wm. Grieve, Daniel Dow,
John Clay, Robert Grieve, &c. &c. Robert Ainslie paid one guinea
admission dues; but on account of R. Burns's remarkable poetical
genius, the encampment unanimously agreed to admit him gratis, and
considered themselves honoured by having a man of such shining
abilities for one of their companions. "

Extracted from the Minute Book of the Lodge by THOMAS
BOWBILL]

* * * * *




THE HIGHLAND TOUR.


25_th August_, 1787.

I leave Edinburgh for a northern tour, in company with my good friend
Mr. Nicol, whose originality of humour promises me much
entertainment. --Linlithgow--a fertile improved country--West Lothian.
The more elegance and luxury among the farmers, I always observe in
equal proportion, the rudeness and stupidity of the peasantry. This
remark I have made all over the Lothians, Merse, Roxburgh, &c. For
this, among other reasons, I think that a man of romantic taste, a
"Man of Feeling," will be better pleased with the poverty, but
intelligent minds of the peasantry in Ayrshire (peasantry they are all
below the justice of peace) than the opulence of a club of Merse
farmers, when at the same time, he considers the vandalism of their
plough-folks, &c. I carry this idea so far, that an unenclosed, half
improven country is to me actually more agreeable, and gives me more
pleasure as a prospect, than a country cultivated like a garden. --Soil
about Linlithgow light and thin. --The town carries the appearance of
rude, decayed grandeur--charmingly rural, retired situation. The old
royal palace a tolerably fine, but melancholy ruin--sweetly situated
on a small elevation, by the brink of a loch. Shown the room where the
beautiful, injured Mary Queen of Scots was born--a pretty good old
Gothic church. The infamous stool of repentance standing, in the old
Romish way, on a lofty situation.

What a poor pimping business is a Presbyterian place of worship;
dirty, narrow, and squalid; stuck in a corner of old popish grandeur
such as Linlithgow, and much more, Melrose! Ceremony and show, if
judiciously thrown in, absolutely necessary for the bulk of mankind,
both in religious and civil matters. --Dine. --Go to my friend
Smith's at Avon printfield--find nobody but Mrs. Miller, an agreeable,
sensible, modest, good body; as useful, but not so ornamental as
Fielding's Miss Western--not rigidly polite _a la Francais_, but easy,
hospitable, and housewifely.

An old lady from Paisley, a Mrs. Lawson, whom I promised to call for
in Paisley--like old lady W----, and still more like Mrs. C----, her
conversation is pregnant with strong sense and just remark, but like
them, a certain air of self-importance and a _duresse_ in the eye,
seem to indicate, as the Ayrshire wife observed of her cow, that "she
had a mind o' her ain. "

Pleasant view of Dunfermline and the rest of the fertile coast of
Fife, as we go down to that dirty, ugly place, Borrowstones--see a
horse-race and call on a friend of Mr. Nicol's, a Bailie Cowan, of
whom I know too little to attempt his portrait--Come through the rich
carse of Falkirk to pass the night. Falkirk nothing remarkable except
the tomb of Sir John the Graham, over which, in the succession of
time, four stones have been placed. --Camelon, the ancient metropolis
of the Picts, now a small village in the neighbourhood of
Falkirk. --Cross the grand canal to Carron. --Come past Larbert and
admire a fine monument of cast-iron erected by Mr. Bruce, the African
traveller, to his wife.

Pass Dunipace, a place laid out with fine taste--a charming
amphitheatre bounded by Denny village, and pleasant seats down the way
to Dunnipace. --The Carron running down the bosom of the whole makes it
one of the most charming little prospects I have seen.

Dine at Auchinbowie--Mr. Monro an excellent, worthy old man--Miss
Monro an amiable, sensible, sweet young woman, much resembling Mrs.
Grierson. Come to Bannockburn--Shown the old house where James III.
finished so tragically his unfortunate life. The field of
Bannockburn--the hole where glorious Bruce set his standard. Here no
Scot can pass uninterested. --I fancy to myself that I see my gallant,
heroic countrymen coming o'er the hill and down upon the plunderers of
their country, the murderers of their fathers; noble revenge, and just
hate, glowing in every vein, striding more and more eagerly as they
approach the oppressive, insulting, blood-thirsty foe! I see them meet
in gloriously triumphant congratulation on the victorious field,
exulting in their heroic royal leader, and rescued liberty and
independence! Come to Stirling. --_Monday_ go to Harvieston. Go to see
Caudron linn, and Rumbling brig, and Diel's mill. Return in the
evening. Supper--Messrs. Doig, the schoolmaster; Bell; and Captain
Forrester of the castle--Doig a queerish figure, and something of a
pedant--Bell a joyous fellow, who sings a good song. --Forrester a
merry, swearing kind of man, with a dash of the sodger.

_Tuesday Morning. _--Breakfast with Captain Forrester--Ochel
Hills--Devon River--Forth and Tieth--Allan River--Strathallan, a fine
country, but little improved--Cross Earn to Crieff--Dine and go to
Arbruchil--cold reception at Arbruchil--a most romantically pleasant
ride up Earn, by Auchtertyre and Comrie to Arbruchil--Sup at Crieff.

_Wednesday Morning. _--Leave Crieff--Glen Amond--Amond river--Ossian's
grave--Loch Fruoch--Glenquaich--Landlord and landlady remarkable
characters--Taymouth described in rhyme--Meet the Hon. Charles
Townshend.

_Thursday. _--Come down Tay to Dunkeld--Glenlyon House--Lyon
River--Druid's Temple--three circles of stones--the outer-most
sunk--the second has thirteen stones remaining--the innermost has
eight--two large detached ones like a gate, to the south-east--Say
prayers in it--Pass Taybridge--Aberfeldy--described in rhyme--Castle
Menzies--Inver--Dr. Stewart--sup.

_Friday. _--Walk with Mrs. Stewart and Beard to Birnam top--fine
prospect down Tay--Craigieburn hills--Hermitage on the Branwater, with
a picture of Ossian--Breakfast with Dr. Stewart--Neil Gow[298] plays--a
short, stout-built, honest Highland figure, with his grayish hair shed
on his honest social brow--an interesting face, marking strong sense,
kind openheartedness, mixed with unmistrusting simplicity--visit his
house--Marget Gow.

Ride up Tummel River to Blair--Fascally a beautiful romantic
nest--wild grandeur of the pass of Gilliecrankie--visit the gallant
Lord Dundee's stone.

Blair--Sup with the Duchess--easy and happy from the manners of the
family--confirmed in my good opinion of my friend Walker.

_Saturday. _--Visit the scenes round Blair--fine, but spoiled with bad
taste--Tilt and Gairie rivers--Falls on the Tilt--Heather seat--Ride
in company with Sir William Murray and Mr. Walker, to Loch
Tummel--meanderings of the Rannach, which runs through quondam Struan
Robertson's estate from Loch Rannach to Loch Tummel--Dine at
Blair--Company--General Murray--Captain Murray, an honest tar--Sir
William Murray, an honest, worthy man, but tormented with the
hypochondria--Mrs. Graham, _belle et aimable_--Miss Catchcart--Mrs.
Murray, a painter--Mrs. King--Duchess and fine family, the Marquis,
Lords James, Edward, and Robert--Ladies Charlotte, Emilia, and
children dance--Sup--Mr. Graham of Fintray.

Come up the Garrie--Falls of
Bruar--Daldecairoch--Dalwhinnie--Dine--Snow on the hills 17 feet
deep--No corn from Loch-Gairie to Dalwhinnie--Cross the Spey, and come
down the stream to Pitnin--Straths rich--_les environs_
picturesque--Craigow hill--Ruthven of Badenoch--Barracks--wild and
magnificent--Rothemurche on the other side, and Glenmore--Grant of
Rothemurche's poetry--told me by the Duke of Gordon--Strathspey, rich
and romantic--Breakfast at Aviemore, a wild spot--dine at Sir James
Grant's--Lady Grant, a sweet, pleasant body--come through mist and
darkness to Dulsie, to lie.

_Tuesday. _--Findhorn river--rocky banks--come on to Castle Cawdor,
where Macbeth murdered King Duncan--saw the bed in which King Duncan
was stabbed--dine at Kilravock--Mrs. Rose, sen. , a true chieftain's
wife--Fort George--Inverness.

_Wednesday. _--Loch Ness--Braes of Ness--General's hut--Falls of
Fyers--Urquhart Castle and Strath.

_Thursday. _--Come over Culloden Muir--reflections on the field of
battle--breakfast at Kilravock--old Mrs. Rose, sterling sense, warm
heart, strong passions, and honest pride, all in an uncommon
degree--Mrs. Rose, jun. , a little milder than the mother--this perhaps
owing to her being younger--Mr. Grant, minister at Calder, resembles
Mr. Scott at Inverleithing--Mrs. Rose and Mrs. Grant accompany us to
Kildrummie--two young ladies--Miss Rose, who sung two Gaelic songs,
beautiful and lovely--Miss Sophia Brodie, most agreeable and
amiable--both of them gentle, mild; the sweetest creatures on earth,
and happiness be with them! --Dine at Nairn--fall in with a pleasant
enough gentleman, Dr. Stewart, who had been long abroad with his
father in the forty-five; and Mr. Falconer, a spare, irascible,
warm-hearted Norland, and a nonjuror--Brodie-house to lie.

_Friday_--Forres--famous stone at Forres--Mr. Brodie tells me that the
muir where Shakspeare lays Macbeth's witch-meeting is still
haunted--that the country folks won't pass it by night.

* * * * *

Venerable ruins of Elgin Abbey--A grander effect at first glance than
Melrose, but not near so beautiful--Cross Spey to Fochabers--fine
palace, worthy of the generous proprietor--Dine--company, Duke and
Duchess, Ladies Charlotte and Magdeline, Col. Abercrombie, and Lady,
Mr. Gordon and Mr. ----, a clergyman, a venerable, aged figure--the
Duke makes me happier than ever great man did--noble, princely; yet
mild, condescending, and affable; gay and kind--the Duchess witty and
sensible--God bless them!

Come to Cullen to lie--hitherto the country is sadly poor and
unimproven.

Come to Aberdeen--meet with Mr. Chalmers, printer, a facetious
fellow--Mr. Ross a fine fellow, like Professor Tytler,--Mr. Marshal one
of the _poetae minores_--Mr. Sheriffs, author of "Jamie and Bess," a
little decrepid body with some abilities--Bishop Skinner, a nonjuror,
son of the author of "Tullochgorum," a man whose mild, venerable manner
is the most marked of any in so young a man--Professor Gordon, a
good-natured, jolly-looking professor--Aberdeen, a lazy town--near
Stonhive, the coast a good deal romantic--meet my relations--Robert
Burns, writer, in Stonhive, one of those who love fun, a gill, and a
punning joke, and have not a bad heart--his wife a sweet hospitable
body, without any affectation of what is called town-breeding.

_Tuesday. _--Breakfast with Mr. Burns--lie at Lawrence Kirk--Album
library--Mrs. ---- a jolly, frank, sensible, love-inspiring widow--Howe
of the Mearns, a rich, cultivated, but still unenclosed country.

_Wednesday. _--Cross North Esk river and a rich country to Craigow.

* * * * *

Go to Montrose, that finely-situated handsome town--breakfast at Muthie,
and sail along that wild rocky coast, and see the famous caverns,
particularly the Gariepot--land and dine at Arbroath--stately ruins of
Arbroath Abbey--come to Dundee through a fertile country--Dundee a
low-lying, but pleasant town--old Steeple--Tayfrith--Broughty Castle, a
finely situated ruin, jutting into the Tay.

_Friday. _--Breakfast with the Miss Scotts--Miss Bess Scott like Mrs.
Greenfield--my bardship almost in love with her--come through the rich
harvests and fine hedge-rows of the Carse of Gowrie, along the
romantic margin of the Grampian hills, to Perth--fine, fruitful,
hilly, woody country round Perth.

_Saturday Morning. _--Leave Perth--come up Strathearn to
Endermay--fine, fruitful, cultivated Strath--the scene of "Bessy Bell,
and Mary Gray," near Perth--fine scenery on the banks of the May--Mrs.
Belcher, gawcie, frank, affable, fond of rural sports, hunting,
&c. --Lie at Kinross--reflections in a fit of the colic.

_Sunday. _--Pass through a cold, barren country to
Queensferry--dine--cross the ferry and on to Edinburgh.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 298: Another northern bard has sketched this eminent
musician--

"The blythe Strathspey springs up, reminding some
Of nights when Gow's old arm, (nor old the tale,)
Unceasing, save when reeking cans went round,
Made heart and heel leap light as bounding roe.
Alas! no more shall we behold that look
So venerable, yet so blent with mirth,
And festive joy sedate; that ancient garb
Unvaried,--tartan hose, and bonnet blue!
No more shall Beauty's partial eye draw forth
The full intoxication of his strain.
Mellifluous, strong, exuberantly rich!
No more, amid the pauses of the dance,
Shall he repeat those measures, that in days
Of other years, could soothe a falling prince,
And light his visage with a transient smile
Of melancholy joy,--like autumn sun
Gilding a sear tree with a passing beam!
Or play to sportive children on the green
Dancing at gloamin hour; or willing cheer
With strains unbought, the shepherd's bridal day. "

_British Georgics, p. _ 81]

* * * * *




THE POET'S ASSIGNMENT OF HIS WORKS.


Know all men by these presents that I Robert Burns of Mossgiel:
whereas I intend to leave Scotland and go abroad, and having
acknowledged myself the father of a child named Elizabeth, begot upon
Elizabeth Paton in Largieside: and whereas Gilbert Burns in Mossgiel,
my brother, has become bound, and hereby binds and obliges himself to
aliment, clothe, and educate my said natural child in a suitable
manner as if she was his own, in case her mother chuse to part with
her, and that until she arrive at the age of fifteen years. Therefore,
and to enable the said Gilbert Burns to make good his said engagement,
wit ye me to have assigned, disponed, conveyed and made over to, and
in favours of, the said Gilbert Burns, his heirs, executors, and
assignees, who are always to be bound in like manner, with, himself,
all and sundry goods, gear, corns, cattle, horses, nolt, sheep,
household furniture, and all other moveable effects of whatever kind
that I shall leave behind me on my departure from this Kingdom, after
allowing for my part of the conjunct debts due by the said Gilbert
Burns and me as joint tacksmen of the farm of Mossgiel. And
particularly without prejudice of the foresaid generality, the profits
that may arise from the publication of my poems presently in the
press. And also, I hereby dispone and convey to him in trust for
behoof of my said natural daughter, the copyright of said poems in so
far as I can dispose of the same by law, after she arrives at the
above age of fifteen years complete. Surrogating and substituting the
said Gilbert Burns my brother and his foresaids in my full right,
title, room and place of the whole premises, with power to him to
intromit with, and dispose upon the same at pleasure, and in general
to do every other thing in the premises that I could have done myself
before granting hereof, but always with and under the conditions
before expressed. And I oblige myself to warrant this disposition and
assignation from my own proper fact and deed allenarly. Consenting to
the registration hereof in the books of Council and Session, or any
other Judges books competent, therein to remain for preservation and
constitute.

Proculars, &c. In witness whereof I have wrote and signed these
presents, consisting of this and the preceding page, on stamped paper,
with my own hand, at the Mossgiel, the twenty-second day of July, one
thousand seven hundred and eighty-six years.

(Signed) ROBERT BURNS.

* * * * *

Upon the twenty-fourth day of July, one thousand seven hundred and
eighty-six years, I, William Chalmer, Notary Publick, past to the
Mercat Cross of Ayr head Burgh of the Sheriffdome thereof, and thereat
I made due and lawful intimation of the foregoing disposition and
assignation to his Majesties lieges, that they might not pretend
ignorance thereof by reading the same over in presence of a number of
people assembled.
Whereupon William Crooks, writer, in Ayr, as
attorney for the before designed Gilbert Burns, protested that the
same was lawfully intimated, and asked and took instruments in my
hands. These things were done betwixt the hours of ten and eleven
forenoon, before and in presence of William M'Cubbin, and William
Eaton, apprentices to the Sheriff Clerk of Ayr, witnesses to the
premises.

(Signed)

WILLIAM CHALMER, N. P.

WILLIAM M'CUBBIN, Witness.

WILLIAM EATON, Witness.

* * * * *




GLOSSARY.


"The _ch_ and _gh_ have always the guttural sound. The sound of the
English diphthong _oo_ is commonly spelled _ou. _ The French _u_, a
sound which often occurs in the Scottish language, is marked _oo_ or
_ui. _ The _a_, in genuine Scottish words, except when forming a
diphthong, or followed by an _e_ mute after a single consonant, sounds
generally like the broad English _a_ in _wall. _ The Scottish diphthong
_ae_ always, and _ea_ very often, sound like the French _e_ masculine.
The Scottish diphthong _ey_ sounds like the Latin _ei. _"

A.

_A'_, all.

_Aback_, away, aloof, backwards.

_Abeigh_, at a shy distance.

_Aboon_, above, up.

_Abread_, abroad, in sight, to publish.

_Abreed_, in breadth.

_Ae_, one.

_Aff_, off.

_Aff-loof_, off-hand, extempore, without premeditation.

_Afore_, before.

_Aft_, oft.

_Aften_, often.

_Agley_, off the right line, wrong, awry.

_Aiblins_, perhaps.

_Ain_, own.

_Airn_, iron, a tool of that metal, a mason's chisel.

_Airles_, earnest money.

_Airl-penny_, a silver penny given as erles or hiring money.

_Airt_, quarter of the heaven, point of the compass.

_Agee_, on one side.

_Attour_, moreover, beyond, besides.

_Aith_, an oath.

_Aits_, oats.

_Aiver_, an old horse.

_Aizle_, a hot cinder, an ember of wood.

_Alake_, alas.

_Alane_, alone.

_Akwart_, awkward, athwart.

_Amaist_, almost.

_Amang_, among.

_An'_, and, if.

_Ance_, once

_Ane_, one.

_Anent_, over-against, concerning, about.

_Anither_, another.

_Ase_, ashes of wood, remains of a hearth fire.

_Asteer_, abroad, stirring in a lively manner.

_Aqueesh_, between.

_Aught_, possession, as "in a' my aught," in all my possession.

_Auld_, old.

_Auld-farran'_, auld farrant, sagacious, prudent, cunning.

_Ava_, at all.

_Awa_, away, begone.

_Awfu'_, awful.

_Auld-shoon_, old shoes literally, a discarded lover metaphorically.

_Aumos_, gift to a beggar.

_Aumos-dish_, a beggar's dish in which the aumos is received.

_Awn_, the beard of barley, oats, &c.

_Awnie_, bearded.

_Ayont_, beyond.


B.

_Ba'_, ball.

_Babie-clouts_, child's first clothes.

_Backets_, ash-boards, as pieces of backet for removing ashes.

_Backlins_, comin', coming back, returning.

_Back-yett_, private gate.

_Baide_, endured, did stay.

_Baggie_, the belly.

_Bairn_, a child.

_Bairn-time_, a family of children, a brood.

_Baith_, both.

_Ballets_, _Ballants_, ballads.

_Ban_, to swear.

_Bane_, bone.

_Bang_, to beat, to strive, to excel.

_Bannock_, flat, round, soft cake.

_Bardie_, diminutive of bard.

_Barefit_, barefooted.

_Barley-bree_, barley-broo, blood of barley, malt liquor.

_Barmie_, of, or like barm, yeasty.

_Batch_, a crew, a gang.

_Batts_, botts.

_Bauckie-bird_, the bat.

_Baudrons_, a cat.

_Bauld_, bold.

_Baws'nt_, having a white stripe down the face.

_Be_, to let be, to give over, to cease.

_Beets_, boots.

_Bear_, barley.

_Bearded-bear_, barley with its bristly head.

_Beastie_, diminutive of beast.

_Beet_, _beek_, to add fuel to a fire, to bask.

_Beld_, bald.

_Belyve_, by and by, presently, quickly.

_Ben_, into the spence or parlour.

_Benmost-bore_, the remotest hole, the innermost recess.

_Bethankit_, grace after meat.

_Beuk_, a book.

_Bicker_, a kind of wooden dish, a short rapid race.

_Bickering_, careering, hurrying with quarrelsome intent.

_Birnie_, birnie ground is where thick heath has been burnt, leaving
the birns, or unconsumed stalks, standing up sharp and stubley.

_Bie_, or _bield_, shelter, a sheltered place, the sunny nook of a wood.

_Bien_, wealthy, plentiful.

_Big_, to build.

_Biggin_, building, a house.

_Biggit_, built.

_Bill_, a bull.

_Billie_, a brother, a young fellow, a companion.

_Bing_, a heap of grain, potatoes, &c.

_Birdie-cocks_, young cocks, still belonging to the brood.

_Birk_, birch.

_Birkie_, a clever, a forward conceited fellow.

_Birring_, the noise of partridges when they rise.

_Birses_, bristles.

_Bit_, crisis, nick of time, place.

_Bizz_, a bustle, to buzz.

_Black's the grun'_, as black as the ground.

_Blastie_, a shrivelled dwarf, a term of contempt, full of mischief.

_Blastit_, blasted.

_Blate_, bashful, sheepish.

_Blather_, bladder.

_Blaud_, a flat piece of anything, to slap.

_Blaudin-shower_, a heavy driving rain; a blauding signifies a beating.

_Blaw_, to blow, to boast; "blaw i' my lug," to flatter.

_Bleerit_, bedimmed, eyes hurt with weeping.

_Bleer my een_, dim my eyes.

_Bleezing_, _bleeze_, blazing, flame.

_Blellum_, idle talking fellow.

_Blether_, to talk idly.

_Bleth'rin_, talking idly.

_Blink_, a little while, a smiling look, to look kindly, to shine by fits.

_Blinker_, a term of contempt: it means, too, a lively engaging girl.

_Blinkin'_, smirking, smiling with the eyes, looking lovingly.

_Blirt and blearie_, out-burst of grief, with wet eyes.

_Blue-gown_, one of those beggars who get annually, on the king's
birth-day, a blue cloak or gown with a badge.

_Bluid_, blood.

_Blype_, a shred, a large piece.

_Bobbit_, the obeisance made by a lady.

_Bock_, to vomit, to gush intermittently.

_Bocked_, gushed, vomited.

_Bodle_, a copper coin of the value of two pennies Scots.

_Bogie_, a small morass.

_Bonnie_, or _bonny_, handsome, beautiful.

_Bonnock_, a kind of thick cake of bread, a small jannock or loaf made
of oatmeal. See _Bannock. _

_Boord_, a board.

_Bore_, a hole in the wall, a cranny.

_Boortree_, the shrub elder, planted much of old in hedges of barn-yards
and gardens.

_Boost_, behoved, must needs, wilfulness.

_Botch_, _blotch_, an angry tumour.

_Bousing_, drinking, making merry with liquor.

_Bowk_, body.

_Bow-kail_, cabbage.

_Bow-hought_, out-kneed, crooked at the knee joint.

_Bowt_, _bowlt_, bended, crooked.

_Brackens_, fern.

_Brae_, a declivity, a precipice, the slope of a hill.

_Braid_, broad.

_Braik_, an instrument for rough-dressing flax.

_Brainge_, to run rashly forward, to churn violently.

_Braing't_, "the horse braing't," plunged end fretted in the harness.

_Brak_, broke, became insolvent.

_Branks_, a kind of wooden curb for horses.

_Brankie_, gaudy.

_Brash_, a sudden illness.

_Brats_, coarse clothes, rags, &c.

_Brattle_, a short race, hurry, fury.

_Braw_, fine, handsome.

_Brawlys_, or _brawlie_, very well, finely, heartily, bravely.

_Braxies_, diseased sheep.

_Breastie_, diminutive of breast.

_Breastit_, did spring up or forward; the act of mounting a horse.

_Brechame_, a horse-collar.

_Breckens_, fern.

_Breef_, an invulnerable or irresistible spell.

_Breeks_, breeches.

_Brent_, bright, clear; "a brent brow," a brow high and smooth.

_Brewin'_, brewing, gathering.

_Bree_, juice, liquid.

_Brig_, a bridge.

_Brunstane_, brimstone.

_Brisket_, the breast, the bosom.

_Brither_, a brother.

_Brock_, a badger.

_Brogue_, a hum, a trick.

_Broo_, broth, liquid, water.

_Broose_, broth, a race at country weddings; he who first reaches the
bridegroom's house on returning from church wins the broose.

_Browst_, ale, as much malt liquor as is brewed at a time.

_Brugh_, a burgh.

_Bruilsie_, a broil, combustion.

_Brunt_, did burn, burnt.

_Brust_, to burst, burst.

_Buchan-bullers_, the boiling of the sea among the rocks on the coast
of Buchan.

_Buckskin_, an inhabitant of Virginia.

_Buff our beef_, thrash us soundly, give us a beating behind and before.

_Buff and blue_, the colours of the Whigs.

_Buirdly_, stout made, broad built.

_Bum-clock_, the humming beetle that flies in the summer evenings.