THE following poems, found among the MSS of Mr. Burns, are now for the first time presented to the Public. Copy of a poetical address to Mr. William Tytler, with the present of the bard's picture. REVERED defender of beauteous Stuart, A name, which to love was the mark of a true heart, Tho' some thing like moisture conglobes in my eye, Let no one misdeem me disloyal; A poor friendless wand'rer may well claim a sigh, Still more, if that wand'rer were royal. My fathers, that name have rever'd on a throne; My fathers have fallen to right it; Those fathers would spurn their degenerate son, That name should he scoffingly slight it. Still Still in prayers for K-G- I most heartily join, The Q-, and the rest of the gentry, Be they wise, be they foolish, is nothing of mine; Their title's avow'd by my country. But why of that epocha make such a fuss, But loyalty truce! we're on dangerous ground, I send you a trifle, a head of a bard, Now life's chilly evening dim shades on your eye, And ushers the long dreary night; But you like the star that athwart gilds the sky, Your course to the latest is bright. My |