In Burns's time, this poem was much relished by the moderate clergy, Dr Blair declaring it to be the most masterly satire of its kind in existence. In these days of better taste, a regret will be generally felt that Burns should have been tempted or provoked into such subjects. There is, however, a general belief in Ayrshire, that the Holy Fair was attended with a good effect, for since its appearance, the custom of resorting to the occasion' in neighbouring parishes for the sake of holiday-making has been much abated, and a great increase of decorous observance has taken place. During the latter part of June, and the greater part if not the whole of July, the immortal poems were going through the press at Kilmarnock. While preparing to launch so many satiric shafts at the Old-Light clergy, Burns was brought into a strange personal relation with one of them. Since it was ruled by the angry father that he and Jean must not be considered as man and wife, it was of course important that their freedom from the bonds of marriage should be fully certified. For this purpose, it was necessary that they should submit to the censures of the church. Accordingly, our poet had now to make a series of public appearances before the congregation-the last of them on the 6th of August, when a rebuke was administered. Mr Auld acted gently with his satirist, and indulged him with permission to stand in his own seat, instead of the common place of repentance, on the condition that, in the event of his prospering in the West Indies, he should remember the poor of Mauchline. TO JOHN RICHMOND, EDINBURGH. MOSSGIEL, 9th July 1786. With the sincerest grief I read your letter. You are truly a son of misfortune. I shall be extremely anxious to hear from you how your health goes on-if it is anyway re-establishing, or if Leith promises well-in short, how you feel in the inner man. I have waited on Armour since her return home; not from the least view of reconciliation, but merely to ask for her health, and, to you I will confess it, from a foolish hankering fondness, very ill placed indeed. The mother forbade me the house, nor did Jean shew that penitence that might have been expected. However, the priest, I am informed, will give me a certificate as a single man, if I comply with the rules of the church, which for that very reason I intend to do. I am going to put on sackcloth and so far as to appear in my own seat. My book will be ready in a fortnight. return them by Connell. The Lord Amen, amen! ashes this day. I am indulged Peccavi, pater; miserere mei. If you have any subscribers, stand with the righteous— R. B. Jamaica bodies, use him weel, He wadna wranged the very deil, Fareweel, my rhyme-composing billie! I'll toast ye in my hinmost gillie, wrap-snug shelter In a different spirit, he wrote an epitaph for himself-a confession of his errors so solemn and so touching, as to take the sting from every other comment on the subject: A BARD'S EPITAPH. Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool, bashful-succumb And owre this grassy heap sing dool, Reader, attend-whether thy soul Know, prudent, cautious self-control Friendship had also its demands upon him. He wrote a Dedication of his Poems to Gavin Hamilton, taking the opportunity not merely to characterise that generous-natured man, but to throw out a few parting sarcasms at orthodoxy and her partisans. This poem, however, was not placed at the front of the forthcoming volume, though included in its pages :— A DEDICATION TO GAVIN HAMILTON, Esq. Expect na, sir, in this narration, Then when I'm tired, and sae are ye, Set up a face, how I stop short, For fear your modesty be hurt. This may do-maun do, sir, wi' them wha flattering praise And when I downa yoke a naig, cannot Then, L-be thankit, I can beg; Sae I shall say, and that's nae flatterin', The Poet, some guid angel help him, The Patron (sir, ye maun forgie me, 1 See Appendix, No. 9. 2 The Duke of Hamilton. beat |