A workhouse! ah, that sound awakes my woes, Why, Lonsdale, thus thy wrath on vagrants pour, 60 Thou know'st, the virtues cannot hate thee worse, Maria, send me too thy griefs and cares; And thy still matchless tongue that conquers all reply. 70 80 ON A SUICIDE.* ARTH'D up here lies an imp o' hell, A FAREWELL.† AREWELL, dear Friend! may guid luck And, mang her favourites admit you! And ony De'il that thinks to get you, Good Lord deceive him. * Mr. Cunningham says, "A melancholy person of the name of Glendinning having taken away his own life, was interred at a place called 'The Old Chapel,' close beside Dumfries. My friend Dr. Copland Hutchison happened to be walking out that way: he saw Burns with his foot on the grave, his hat on his knee, and paper laid on his hat, on which he was writing. He then took the paper, thrust it with his finger into the red mould of the grave, and went away. This was the above epigram, and such was the Poet's mode of publishing it." †These lines formed the conclusion of a letter from Burns to Mr. John Kennedy, dated Kilmarnock, August, 1786, in which he thus speaks of his intention to go to Jamaica, and of the publication of his Poems: "On the 16th current, I hope to have it in my power to call on you, and take a kind, very probably a last adieu, before I go for Jamaica, and I expect orders to repair to Greenock every day. I have at last made my public appearance, and am solemnly inaugurated into the numerous class. Could I have had a carrier, you should have had a score of vouchers for authorship; but now you have them, let them speak for themselves." THE FAREWELL.* AREWELL, old Scotia's bleak domains, Farewell, a mother's blessing dear! A brother's sigh! a sister's tear! A faithful brother I have left, My Smith, my bosom frien'; O then befriend my Jean! When bursting anguish tears my heart! 10 In these affecting lines the Poet has vividly pourtrayed his feelings on his intended separation from his native land, and from all who were dear to him, in the autumn of 1786. He alludes to every one who shared his affections:-his mother; his brother Gilbert; his illegitimate child Elizabeth (see p. 93, ante), whom he had consigned to his brother's care, and for whose support he had appropriated the copyright of his poems; and to his friends Smith, Hamilton, and Aiken; but in nothing he ever wrote was his affection for Jean Armour more tenderly or more naturally displayed. These verses were first printed in the Rev. Mr. Paul's edition, published at Ayr, in 1819. And points to ruin and disgrace, Wafts me from thee, dear shore! It rustles, and whistles I'll never see thee more! 20 EPISTLE TO ROBERT GRAHAM, ESQ. ON THE CLOSE OF THE DISPUTED ELECTION BETWEEN SIR JAMES JOHNSTONE AND CAPTAIN MILLER, FOR THE DUMFRIES DISTRICT OF BORoughs. INTRAY, my stay in worldly strife, Come then, wi' uncouth, kintra fleg, O'er Pegasus I'll fling my leg, And ye shall see me try him. I'll sing the zeal Drumlanrig bears Of princes and their darlings; 10 Combustion thro' our boroughs rode Of mad unmuzzled lions; To every Whig defiance. But cautious Queensberry left the war, Besides, he hated bleeding; But left behind him heroes bright, Heroes in Cæsarean fight, Or Ciceronian pleading. O for a throat like huge Mons-Meg, Beneath Drumlanrig's banner; Heroes and heroines commix, All in the field of politics, To win immortal honour. McMurdo and his lovely spouse, (Th' enamour'd laurels kiss her brows!) Led on the loves and graces: She won each gaping burgess' heart, Craigdarroch led a light-arm'd corps, Like Hecla streaming thunder: Glenriddel, skill'd in rusty coins, And bared the treason under. |