Royal Scotch Haggis (Tam O'Shanter Style). Champit Tatties. Biled Neeps. Cake o' Shortbread. Tak' another Dram. Biled Ingins. Roly Poly (Dumfries Style). Bawbee Baps and Tattie Scones. Soda Scones. Parlies. Farls o' Aitmeal. Gingerbread frae Glasgo'. Curran' Loaf an Jelly. "And Lord remember singing Sannock Wi' hale breeks, saxpence, and a bannock.' Fruits. BURNS AND HUMAN LIFE. THE Rev. Stopford Wentworth Brooke, Boston, in a recent lecture said: He "The people who apologize for Burns, are those who do not appreciate him. Burns the man and Burns the poetic genius went wonderfully together. There is more of the real Burns in many of his poems than can be learned from any known account of his life. The poem of' The Cottar's Saturday Night,' though generally admired, grows tiresome to me. The only lines in it which ring with Burns's real feeling are those on happy love and on Scotland. Spirituality was in no sense a part of Burns's composition. was, however, one of the most honest of men, as he was the most honest of poets, and he never deceived himself as to what he really was. His greatest poem is the one addressed to his friend Aitken, for that contains most of what he was himself. (His intense humanity is what makes him most interesting and charming to later days. Like all Scotch poets, Burns loved nature, and never spoke of it in a perfunctory manner. But his descriptions of nature never stand alone. Human life was always more interesting to him, and natural objects were introduced only as the background for human actions and human emotions. His same large and vivid humanity is shown in his tender lines on animals, and in this the poet was far more humane than many a hunter, biologist or even clergyman.) "Burns never loses himself in his characters. His people always express Burns's own sentiments, as Browning's people always utter Browning's own views. But Burns's emotions were so broad and varied that he could and did change from one to another with true and clear perception. He loved every human feeling, except the mean and hypocritical. The poems of The Jolly Beggars' and 'Tam O' Shanter,' though not moral poems, are still deeply and truly human, and reveal the will of Burns as unmistakably, as clearly as it is shown in Mary Morrison.' His moral is that no man can hope to convince another of wrong when that other is happy in wrong ways, unless the man who attempts the conversion can show he is right, and that he is happier in right ways." ROBERT BURNS. BY WILLIAM MACKINTOSH. THOUGH hushed be the voice of the sweet bard to-day, No columns of marble needs he to proclaim Which decks him in honor beyond all the fame For his weapon was love-always strong to disarm And his verse is imbued with an all-melting charm, Though brief were his years, yet how brimful of woe! But better than pomp's or vain wealth's fleeting show Are his strains, in the nation's ear ringing. Ev'ry vale of fair Poesy welcomed his art, And round him their deathless bloom showers; Sweet Poet, divine, that so speaks to the heart, Thou wilt live while the birds live-and flowers! FRAE ROBBIE'S COT. BY ALONZO HILTON DAVIS. HAIL ye wee bit daisy, Peppin' I can see your beauty sleepin', Ye hae heard the rain a-drippin' Where the muses a' are slippin' Ye hae heard them oft a-singin' Ye hae heard the bluebells ringin' Ye hae seen the cloudlets bendin' Heaven's love and light a-blendin' Weel ye ken his sangs are liftin' Frae his notes the warmth is shiftin' Like the cherry sunlight siftin' Oot to him my heart is strayin,' Up in heaven the merriest day on |