SIR, No. XXXVI. FROM MR. A***** M*******. 6th October, 1787. HAVING just arrived from abroad, I had your poems put into my hands: the pleasure I received in reading them, has induced me to solicit your liberty to publish them amongst a number of our countrymen in America, (to which place I shall shortly return) and where they will be a treat of such excellence, that it would be an injury to your merit and their feeling to prevent their appearing in public. Receive the following hastily written lines from a well wisher. Fair fa' your pen my dainty Rob, Your leisom way o' writing, Whiles glowring o'er your warks I sob, Whiles laugh, whiles downright greeting; Your Your sonsie tykes may charm a cheel, Wi' you this day. Poor Maillie, troth I'll nae but think, Guid faith gin ye had got play fair, But wae's me, how dare I fin faut, It sets na ony lawland cheel, It's fair to praise ilk canty callan, If he but tries to raise an Allan, Auld Scotia's bonney name; Το To you therefore in humble rhyme And tho' its but a swatch of thine, Accept these lines frae me, Frae Jock o' Groats to bonny Tweed, In ilka place where Scotsmen bleed, On ony day. Feart that my cruiket verse should spairge Some wark of wordie mak, I'se nae mair o' this head enlarge, But now my farewell tak; Lang may you live, lang may you write, From yours still, A***** M*******, No. XXXVII. FROM MR. R*****. Ochtertyre, 22d October, 1787. SIR, 'TWAS only yesterday I got Colonel Edmonstoune's answer, that neither the words of Down the burn Davie, nor Daintie Davie (I forgot which you mentioned) were written by Colonel G. Crawford. Next time I meet him I will inquire about his cousin's poetical talents. Inclosed are the inscriptions you requested, and a letter to Mr. Young, whose company and musical talents will, I am persuaded, be a feast to you. * you. Nobody can give you better hints as to your present plan than he. Receive also Omeron Cameron, which seemed to make such a deep impression * These inscriptions, so much admired by Burns, are below. WRITTEN IN 1768, For the Salictum at Ochtertyre. SALUBRITATIS voluptatisque causâ, Hoc Salictum, Paludem olim infidam, Mihi meisque desicco et exorno. Silvulas inter nascentes reptandi, Hic, si faxit Deus opt. max. Prope hunc fontem pellucidum, Ævique paululum supersit, Vos silvulæ, et amici, Cæteraque amoena, Valete, diuque lætamini! *Salictum-Grove of Willows. Willow-ground. |