2 Squire Pope but busks his skinklin1 patches I pass, by hunders, nameless wretches, That ape their betters. In this braw age o' wit and lear, Will nane the Shepherd's whistle mair And rural grace; And wi' the far-famed Grecian share Yes! there is ane; a Scottish callan- The teeth o' time may gnaw Tantallan,3 Thou paints auld nature to the nines, Nae gowden stream through myrtles twines, While nightly breezes sweep the vines, In gowany glens thy burnie strays, Wi' hawthorns gray, Where blackbirds join the shepherd's lays Thy rural loves are nature's sel; That charm that can the strongest quell, SONNET ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT RIDDEL, ESQ., OF GLEN Riddel. No more, ye warblers of the wood, no more! 2 Hide. 3 Tantallon Castle. 1 Thin or gauzy. * Allan Ramsay. 1 Man. My blessings aye attend the chiel1 And now she sees wi' pride, man, But vicious folk aye hate to see * The works o' Virtue thrive, man; A wicked crew syne,6 on a time, It ne'er should flourish to its prime, For Freedom, standing by the tree, She sang a sang o' liberty, Which pleased them ane and a', man. By her inspired, the new-born race Let Britain boast her hardy oak, Her poplar and her pine, man, Auld Britain ance could crack her joke, Without this tree, alake, this life Is but a vale o' woe, man; 2 Stole. 3 From beyond. * The allusion here is to the then recently acquired freedom of North America. A scene o' sorrow mix'd wi' strife, Wi' plenty o' sic trees, I trow, The warld would live in peace, man; Wae worth the loon1 wha wadna eat TO CHLORIS. THE Chloris of the following lines, and the heroine of no less than eleven of the poet's songs, was a Mrs. Whelpdale, daughter of Mr. William Lorimer, farmer of Kemmis Hall, near Ellisland. She was exceedingly beautiful. At the time Burns became acquainted with her she was living apart from her husband, a reckless spendthrift, with whom she had contracted a runaway marriage, at Gretna Green, because her friends did not approve of the match. After the death of her husband, whom she never saw but twice or thrice after they separated, her father died, in such worldly circumstances as left her no choice but to take service as a governess. The poor, friendless, and unprotected creature, fell from the paths of virtue, and the latter years of her life were miserable in the extreme. Shortly before her death a benevolent gentleman, to whom she told her story, protected her from the most material pangs which her wretched condition entailed. Years of sin and suffering had laid the seeds of consumption, of which she died in Middleton's Entry, Potterrow, Edinburgh, in 1831. 'TIS Friendship's pledge, my young, fair friend, Nor with unwilling ear attend The moralising Muse. Since thou, in all thy youth and charms, Must bid the world adieu (A world 'gainst peace in constant arms) To join the friendly few. 1 Fellow. Since thy gay morn of life o'ercast, Since life's gay scenes must charm no more, Still nobler wealth hast thou in store- Thine is the self-approving glow, The joys refined of sense and taste, VERSES ON THE DESTRUCTION OF THE WOODS NEAR DRUMLANRIG. THE Duke of Queensberry, a nobleman held in little esteem by the world, and in less by the poet, had (we quote from Mr. Robert Chambers) "stripped his domains of Drumlanrig in Dumfriesshire, and Neidpath in Peeblesshire, of all the wood fit for being cut, in order to enrich the Countess of Yarmouth, whom he supposed to be his daughter, and to whom, by a singular piece of good fortune on her part, Mr. George Selwyn, the celebrated wit, also left a fortune, under the same, and probably equally mistaken, impression." As on the banks o' wandering Nith Ae smiling summer morn I stray'd, And drank my fill o' fancy's dream, Dark, like the frowning rock, his brow, "There was a time, it's nae lang syne, 1 Sighs. 2 Since. When a' my banks sae bravely saw "When glinting through the trees appear'd To shiver in the blast its lane." "Alas!" said I, "what ruefu' chance Has twin'da ye o' your stately trees? Has stripp'd the cleeding3 o' your braes? That scatters blight in early spring? "Nae eastlin blast," the sprite replied; Nae canker-worms get leave to dwell: ADDRESS SPOKEN BY MISS FONTENELLE ON HER BENEFIT NIGHT. "WE have had a brilliant theatre here this season," the poet writes to Mrs. Dunlop; only, as all other business does, it experiences a stagnation of trade from the epidemical complaint of the country-want of cash. I mention our theatre merely to lug in an occasional address which I wrote for the benefit night of one of the actresses.' STILL anxious to secure your partial favour, And not less anxious, sure, this night than ever, Told him I came to feast my curious eyes; 1 The smoke of its fire. 2 Reft. 3 Clothing. |