692 SCORN SCOTLAND
The science of fools with long memories.
Planch^—Preliminary Observations. Pursuivant of Arms. Speaking of Heraldry.
How index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of science by the tail.
| author = Pope
| work = Dunciad.
| place = Bk. I. L. 279.
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| text = <poem>One science only will one genius fit,
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
| author = Pope
| work = Essay on Criticism. Pt. I. L. 60.
To the natural philosopher, to whom the whole
extent of nature belongs, all the individual
branches of science constitute the links of an
endless chain, from which not one can be detached without destroying the harmony of the
whole.
Fmedrich Schoedler—Treasury of Science.
A mere index hunter, who held the eel of science by the tail.
Smollett—Peregrine Pickle. Ch. XLIII.
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| text = <poem>Science is organised knowledge.
Spencer—Education. Ch. II.
Science when well digested is nothing but good sense and reason.
Science falsely so called.
/ Timothy. VI. 20.
But beyond the bright searchlights of science,
Out of sight of the windows of sense,
Old riddles still bid us defiance,
Old questions of Why and of Whence.
W. C. D. Whetham—Recent Development of
Physical Science. P. 10.
SCORN
So let him stand, through ages yet unborn,
Fix'd statue on the pedestal of Scorn.
He will laugh thee to scorn.
Ecclesiasticus. XIIT. 7. </poem>
He hears
On all sides, from innumerable tongues
A dismal universal hiss, the sound
Of public scorn.
A drop of patience: but, alas, to make me
A fixed figure, for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at!
Othello. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 53. In the folio:
"The fixed figure for the time of scorn
To point his slow and moving finger at."
O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip I
Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 156.
SCOTLAND
Give me but one hour of Scotland,
Let me see it ere I die.
Wm. E. Attodn—Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers
—Charles Edward at Versailles. L. 111.
Hear, Land o' Cakes and brither Scots
Frae Maiden Kirk to Johnny Groat's.
Burns—On Capt. Grose's Peregrinations Thro'
Scotland.
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent;
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet
content.
Burns—Cotter's Saturday Night. St. 20.
It's guid to be merry and wise,
• It's guid to be honest and true,
It's guid to support Caledonia's cause,
And bide by the buff and the blue!
Burns—Here's a Health to Them that's Awa'.
Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed over the face of the whole
earth. But as for them, there are no greater
friends to Englishmen and England, when they
are out on't, in the world, than they are. And
for my own part, I would a hundred thousand
of them were there [Virginia] for we are all one
countrymen now, ye know, and we should find
ten times more comfort of them there than we
do here.
Chapman—Eastward Ho. Act III. Sc. 2.
Written by Chapman, Jonson, Marston.
James I was offended at the reflexion on
Scotchmen and the authors were threatened with imprisonment. Extract now
found only in a few editions. *
The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride;
True is the charge, nor by themselves denied.
Are they not then in strictest reason clear,
Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here?
Churchill—Prophecy of Famine. L. 195.
The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever
sees is the high-road that leads him to England.
| author = Samuel Johnson
| work = Boswell's Life of Johnson.
Vol. II. Ch.V. 1763.
In all my travels I never met with any one
Scotchman but what was a man of sense. I believe everybody of that country that has any,
leaves it as fast as they can.
Francis Lockier—Scotchmen.
O Caledonia! stern and wild.
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band,
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
Scott—Lay oj the Last Minstrel. Canto VI.
St. 2.
