The Poor Man's Sabbath is, upon the whole, a pleasing performance; indeed, when we consider our author as toiling, from morning to night, for the support of his wife and numerous offspring, and deprived of the benefits resulting from a classical education, we must allow it to be an extraordinary effort of genius. — His situation cannot be better described than in the language of Burns, his brother-bard:
His wee-bit ingle blinkin bonilie,
His clean hearth-stone, his thriftie wifie's smile,
The lisping infant prattling on his knee,
Does a' his weary kiaugh and care care beguile,
And makes him quite forget his labour and his toil.