FRIDAY, JANUARY 5, 1872. I bid you not- remember me, As I must- thee and thine. But ever count- me as a friend And Friendship's Valentine - G. - "Katie loe's me" ("My first attempt" - On parting with Katie McColl who left Fortingal for her home in the Island of Mull Nov. 1844 - ) - We never met again. - Now bleak November's angry blast Roars through the stormy glen And winter drives his snawy car Out o'er the cheerless plain - But why should I fear then or wherefore be sad? Oh what makes the tear glisten oft in my 'ee? For what seems before me but joy and rejoicing Since weel I loe Katie, and Katie loes me. It's no the dreary winter storm That gies me now complain It's no the withered broomy knowe That gies me ony pain. But aye there is something that weel I could tell And frae that sma' something I've meikle to dree I look to the future wi care and wi sorrow Though weel I loe Katie and Katie loes me -