about two
o'clock
The father being , as I said before , A weaver . HOGG 'S _ Poetic Mirror _ . I have no distinct recollection of the thing myself , yet there is every reason to believe that I was born on the 15th of October 1765 , in that little house standing by itself , not many yards from the eastmost side of the Flesh-Market Gate , Dalkeith . My eyes opened on the light about two o'clock in a dark and rainy morning . Long was it spoken about that something great and mysterious would happen on that dreary night ; as the cat , after washing her face , went mewing about , with her tail sweeing behind her like a ramrod ; and a corbie , from the Duke 's woods , tumbled down Jamie Elder 's lum , when he had set the little still a-going -- giving them a terrible fright , as they all took it first for the devil , and then for an exciseman -- and fell with a great cloud of soot , and a loud skraigh , into the empty kail-pot . The first thing that I have any clear memory of , was my being carried out on my auntie 's shoulder , with a leather cap tied under my chin , to see the Fair Race . Oh !