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AN EXPOSTULATION ON A REBUKE ADMINISTERED BY MRS. LAWRIE.
RUSTICITY'S ungainly form
May cloud the highest mind;
Propriety's cold cautious rules
Warm Fervour may o'erlook ;
The ungentle, harsh rebuke.
ADDRESS TO EDINBURGH.
EDINA! Scotia's darling seat!
All hail thy palaces and towers,
Here wealth still swells the golden tide,
Bids elegance and splendour rise; Here Justice, from her native skies,
High wields her balance and her rod; There Learning, with his eagle eyes, Seeks Science in her coy abode.
Thy sons, Edina! social, kind,
With open arms the stranger hail; Their views enlarged, their liberal mind, Above the narrow, rural vale; Attentive still to Sorrow's wail,
Or modest Merit's silent claim; And never may their sources fail!
And never envy blot their name!
Thy daughters bright thy walks adorn,
Dear as the raptured thrill of joy! Fair Burnet1 strikes th' adoring eye, Heaven's beauties on my fancy shine;
1 "Fair B. is heavenly Miss Burnet, daughter to Lord Monboddo, at whose house I have had the honour to be more than once. There has not been anything nearly like her in all the combinations of beauty, grace, and goodness the great Creator has formed since Milton's Eve on the first day of her existence."-B.
I see the Sire of Love on high,
There, watching high the least alarms,
Thy rough, rude fortress gleams afar; Like some bold veteran, gray in arms,
And marked with many a seamy scar.
Grim-rising o'er the rugged rock,
With awe-struck thought, and pitying tears,
Famed heroes! had their royal home. Alas, how changed the times to come! Their royal name low in the dust! Their hapless race wild wandering roam, Though rigid law cries out, 'Twas just!
Wild beats my heart to trace your steps,
Haply, my sires have left their shed, And faced grim danger's loudest roar, Bold-following where your fathers led!
Edina! Scotia's darling seat!
All hail thy palaces and towers,
ODE ON THE CHEVALIER'S BIRTHDAY.
We have Burns's own authority for saying, that Jacobitism was not a deep feeling in his mind. It was, nevertheless, a sentiment which he at this time took no pains to conceal A romantic feeling regarding his country, and its ancient independent condition, an antipathy towards the representatives of the old religious Whigs of Scotland, a sympathy springing from his own circumstances with all that was depressed by or in opposition to fortune perhaps a shade of manly impatience with the cant of loyalty, as indulged in at that day-appear to have combined, with some notion about his own ancestral history, to throw Burns into this vain and insubstantial profession. Charles Edward was still alive, but lost in the sottishness which so sadly fell upon a mind once ardent and apparently capable of better things. A few generous souls, perhaps none of them of very high standing in society, kept his memory alive by an an
nual symposium on his birthday [Dec. 31]. Burns attending one of these occasions, acted in the capacity of poet-laureate, and produced an ode, of which Dr. Currie has preserved a few stanzas.
FALSE flatterer, Hope, away!1
Nor think to lure us as in days of yore;
Ye honoured mighty dead!
Who nobly perished in the glorious cause,
From great Dundee who smiling victory led, And fell a martyr in her arms (What breast of northern ice but warms?) To bold Balmerino's undying name,
Whose soul of fire, lighted at heaven's high
Deserves the proudest wreath departed heroes claim.
Nor unavenged your fate shall be,
Your blood shall with incessant cry
1 "In the first part of this ode there is some beautiful imagery, which the poet afterwards interwove in the Chevalier's Lament." - CURRIE.