And thou poor mousie art turned out into the cold, bleak, winter weather! "But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In providing foresight may be vain; Gang aft agley,* An' lea'e us nought but grief and pain For promised joy." *Go often wrong. It goes to his heart to destroy the early daisies with the plow

So universal is this lack of self-under standing that the poet expressed a real human longing when he said: "Oh, wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae mony a blunder free us And foolish notion: What airs in dress and gait wad lea'e us And even devotion!"

That was the question which was presented to the mind of many a one who had cast 'sheep's eyes' at that humble dwelling in the hope of getting a glimpse at its fair inmates. Many and various were the plans which were made, but alas! 'The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft a-gley, And lea'e us naught but grief and pain, For promised joy.