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Clarke and I have had many a merry squeeze. highly delighted with Mr. Allan's etchings. Wood and married and a', is admirable! The grouping is beyond all praise. The expression of the figures, conformable to the story in the ballad, is absolutely faultless perfection. I next admire, Turnim-spike. What I like least is, Jenny said to Jocky. Besides the female being in her appearance * * if you take her stooping into the account she is at least two inches taller than her lover. Poor Cleghorn! I sincerely sympathise with him! Happy I am to think that he yet has a well-grounded hope of health and enjoyment in this world. As for me but that is a

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Atb May, 1796.

I NEED not tell you, my good Sir, what concern the receipt of your last gave me, and how much I sympathize in your sufferings. But do not I beseech you give yourself up to despondency, nor speak the language of despair. The vigour of your constitution I trust will soon set you on your feet again ; and then it is to be hoped you will see the wisdom, and the necessity of taking due care of a life so valuble to your family, to your friends, and to the world.

Trusting that your next will bring agreeable accounts of your convalescence, and returning good spirits. I remain with sincere regard yours.

P. S. Mrs. Hyslop I doubt not delivered the gold seal to you in good condition.





I ONCE mentioned to you an air which I have long admired. Here's a health to them that's awa, hiney, but I forget if you took any notice of it. I have just been trying to suit it with verses; and I beg leave to recommend the air to your attention

I have only begun it.

once more.


Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear,
Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear ;
Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet,
And soft as their parting tear---Jessy !


Although thou maun never be mine,

Although even hope is denied ; 'Tis sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside --Jessy !

Here's a health, &c.

I mourn thro' the gay, gaudy day,

As, hopeless, I muse on thy charms ;
But welcome the dream o' sweet slumber,
For then I am lockt in thy arms—Jessy!

Here's a health, &c.

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I guess by the dear angel smile,

I guess by the love rolling e'e ; But why urge the tender confession 'Gainst fortune's fell'cruel decree-- Jessy !

Here's a bealth, &c. *


* In the letter to Mr. Thomson, the three first stanzas only are given, and Mr. Thomson supposed our poet had never gone farther. Among his MSS was, however, found the fourth stanza, which completes this exquisite song, the last finished offspring of his muse.




THIS will be delivered by a Mr. Lewars, a young fellow of u common merit. As he will be a day or two in town, you will have leisure, if you chuse to write me by him ; and if you have a spare half hour to spend with him, I shall place your kindness to my account. I have no copies of the songs I have sent you, and I have taken a fancy to review them all, and possibly may mend some of them ; so when you have complete leisure, I will thank you for either the originals, or copies. * I had rather be the author of five well-written songs than of ten otherwise. I have great hopes that the genial influence of the approaching summer will set me to rights, but as yet I cannot boast of returning health. I have now reason to believe that my complaint is a flying gout: a sad business!


* It is needless to say, that this revisal Burns did not live to perform.


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