What is life, when wanting love? Your objection to the English song I proposed for John Anderson my jo, is certainly just. The following is by an old acquaintance of mine, and I think has merit. The song was never in print, which I think is so much in your favour. The more original good poetry your collection contains, it certainly has so much the more merit. SONG. BY GAVIN TURNBULL. O, CONDESCEND, dear charming maid, While here, all melancholy, Yet, urg'd by stern resistless fate, I heard of love, and with disdain, But how my state is alter'd! O, yield, illustrious beauty, yield, Let generous pity warm thee, My wonted peace restore; The following address of Turnbull's to the Nightingale, will suit as an English song to the air, There was a lass and she was fair. By the by, Turnbull has a great many songs in MS. mand, if you like his manner. which I can com Possibly, as he is an old friend of mine, I may be prejudiced in his favour, but I like some of his pieces very much. THE NIGHTINGALE. By G. TURNBull. THOU Sweetest minstrel of the grove, And sooth a poor forsaken swain. For tho' the muses deign to aid, All day, with fashion's gaudy sons, When evening shades obscure the sky, Begin, sweet bird, thy melody, And sooth a poor forsaken swain. I shall just transcribe another of Turnbull's, which would go charmingly to Lewie Gordon. LAURA. BY G. TURNbull. LET me wander where I will, If at rosy dawn I chuse, When at night the drowsy god The rest of your letter I shall answer at some other opportunity. No. XLVIII. MR THOMSON to MR BURNS. MY GOOD SIR, 7th Nov. 1793. AFTER So long a silence, it gave me peculiar pleasure to recognize your well-known hand, for I had begun to be apprehensive that all was not well with you. I am happy to find, however, that your silence did not proceed from that cause, and that you have got among the ballads once more. I have to thank you for your English song to Leiger m' choss, which I think extremely good, although the colouring is warm. Your friend Mr Turnbull's songs have doubtless considerable merit ; and as you have the command of his manuscripts, I hope you will find out some that will answer, as English songs, to the airs yet unprovided. No. XLIX.. MR BURNS to MR THOMSON. December, 1793. TELL me how you like the following verses to the tune of Jo Janet. |