Chapter 2

I. THE MAKER TO POSTERITY—Far ’yont amang the 77 years to be II. ILLE TERRARUM—Frae nirly, nippin’, Eas’lan’ 80 breeze III. When aince Aprile has fairly come 85 IV. A MILE AN’ A BITTOCK 87 V. A LOWDEN SABBATH MORN—The clinkum-clank o’ 89 Sabbath bells VI. THE SPAEWIFE—O, I wad like to ken 98 VII. THE BLAST—1875—It’s rainin’. Weet’s the 100 gairden sod VIII. THE COUNTERBLAST—1886—My bonny man, the 103 warld, it’s true IX. THE COUNTERBLAST IRONICAL—It’s strange that 108 God should fash to frame X. THEIR LAUREATE TO AN ACADEMY CLASS DINNER 110 CLUB—Dear Thamson class, whaure’er I gang XI. EMBRO HIE KIRK—The Lord Himsel’ in former 114 days XII. THE SCOTSMAN’S RETURN FROM ABROAD—In mony a 118 foreign pairt I’ve been XIII. Late in the nicht 125 XIV. MY CONSCIENCE!—Of a’ the ills that flesh 130 can fear XV. TO DOCTOR JOHN BROWN—By Lyne and Tyne, by 133 Thames and Tees XVI. It’s an owercome sooth for age an’ youth 138