and generous friend, I had, without so much as a hearing, or the slightest previous intimation, been turned adrift, with my helpless family, to all the horrors of want. Had I had any other resource, probably I might have saved them the trouble of a dismission; but the little money I gained by my publication, is almost every guinea embarked, to save from ruin an only brother, who, though one of the worthiest is by no means one of the most fortunate of men. In my defence to their accusations I said, that whatever might be my sentiments of republics, ancient or modern, as to Britain, I abjured the idea-That a CONSTITUTION, which, in its original principles, experience had proved to be every way fitted for our happiness in society, it would be insanity to sacrifice to an untried visionary theory;-that, in consideration of my being situated in a department, however humble, immediately in the hands of people in power, I had forborne taking any active part, either personally, or as an author, in the present business of REFORM. But that, where I must declare my sentiments, I would say, there existed a system of corruption between the executive power and the representative part of the legislature, which boded no good to our glorious CONSTITUTION, and which every patriotic Briton must wish to see amended. -Some such sentiments as these I stated in a letter to my generous patron, Mr. Graham, which he laid before the board at large; where, it seems, my last remark gave great offence; and one of our supervisors general, a Mr. Corbet, was instructed to inquire on the spot, and to document me-'that my business was to act, not to think; and that whatever might be men or measures, it was for me to be silent and obedient. Mr. Corbet was likewise my steady friend; so, between Mr. Graham and him, I have been partly forgiven; only I understand, that all hopes of my getting officially forward, are blasted. Now, Sir, to the business in which I would more immediately interest you. The partiality of my COUNTRYMEN has brought me forward as a man of genius, and has given me a character to support. In the POET, I have avowed manly and independent sentiments, which I trust will be found in the MAN. Reasons, of no less weight than the support of a wife and family, have pointed out as the eligible, and, situated as I was, the only eligible line of life for me, my present occupation. Still my honest fame is my dearest concern; and a thousand times have I trembled at the idea of those degrading epithets that malice or misrepresentation may affix to my name. I have often, in blasting anticipation, listened to some future hackney scribbler, with the heavy malice of savage stupidity, exulting in his hireling paragraphs-BURNS, notwithstanding the fanfaronade of independence to be found in his works, and after having been held forth to public view, and to public estimation as a man of some genius, yet, quite destitute of resources within himself to support his borrowed dignity, he dwindled into a paltry exciseman, and slunk out the rest of his insignificant existence in the meanest of pursuits, and among the vilest of mankind." In your illustrious hands, Sir, permit me to lodge my disavowal and defiance of these slanderous falsehoods.-BURNS was a poor man from birth, and an exciseman by necessity: but-I will say it! the sterling of his honest worth, no poverty could debase; and his independent British mind, oppression might bend, but could not subdue. Have not I, to me, a more precious stake in my country's welfare, than the richest dukedom in it? I have a large family of children, and the prospect of many more. I have three sons, who, I see already, have brought into the world souls ill qualified to inhabit the bodies of SLAVES. Can I look tamely on, and see any machination to wrest from them the birth-right of my boys, the little independent BRITONS, in whose veins runs my own blood?-No! I will not! should my heart's blood stream around my attempt to defend it! Does any man tell me, that my full efforts can be of no service; and that it does not belong to my humble station to meddle with the concern of a nation? I can tell him, that it is on such individuals as I that a nation has to rest, both for the hand of support, and the eye of intelligence. The uninformed MOB may swell a nation's bulk; and the titled, tinsel, courtly throng, may be its feathered ornament; but the number of those who are elevated enough in life to reason and to reflect, yet low enough to keep clear of the venal contagion of a court-these are a nation's strength. I know not how to apologize for the impertinent length of this epistle; but one small request I must ask of you farther-When you have honoured this letter with a perusal, please to com. mit it to the flames. BURNS, in whose behalf you have so generously interested yourself, I have here, in his native colours drawn as he is: but should any of the people in whose hand is the very bread he eats, get the least knowledge of the picture, it would ruin the poor BARD for ever! My poems having just come out in another edition, I beg leave to present you with a copy, as a small mark of that high esteem and ardent gratitude, with which I have the honour to be, Sir, your deeply indebted, And ever devoted humble Servant. No. 300. TO MR. ROBERT AINSLIE, April 26th, 1793. I AM d-mnably out of humour, my dear Ainslie, and that is the reason why I take up the pen to you: 'tis the nearest way, (probatum est) to recover my spirits again. I received your last, and was much entertained with it; but I will not at this time, nor at any other time answer it.-Answer a letter? I never could answer a letter in my life!-I have written many a letter in return for letters I have received: but then-they were original matter-spurtaway! zig, here; zag, there; as if the devil that, my grannie (an old woman indeed!) often told me, rode in will-o'-wisp, or, in her more classic phrase, SPUNKIE, were looking over my elbow.-Happy thought that idea has engendered in my head! SPUNKIE-thou shalt henceforth be my symbol, signature, and tutelary genius! Like thee, hapstep-and lowp, here-awa-there-awa, higglety, piggelty, pell-mell, hither-and-yon, ram-stam, happygo-lucky, up tails-a'-by-the-light-o'-the-moon; has been, is, and shall be, my progress through the mosses and moors of this vile, bleak, barren wilderness of a life of ours. Come then, my guardian spirit; like thee, may I skip away, amusing myself by and at my own light and if any opaque-souled lubber of mankind complain that my elfine, lambent, glimmerous wanderings have misled his stupid steps over precipices, or into bogs; let the thick headed blunderbuss recollect, that he is not SPUNKIE :that Spunkie's wanderings could not copied be; I have no doubt but scholarcraft may be caught as a Scotsman catches the itch,-by friction. How else can you account for it, that born blockheads, by mere dint of handling books, grow so wise that even they themselves are equally convinced of, and surprised at their own parts? I once carried this philosophy to that degree, that in a knot of country folks, who had a library amongst them, and who, to the honour of their good sense, made me factotum in the business; one of our members, a little, wise-looking, squat, |