ADDRESS OF BEELZEBUB* TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE HIGHLAND SOCIETY. ONG life, my Lord, an' health be yours, May twin auld Scotland o' a life 10 * These verses were communicated to the Scots Magazine for February, 1818, and the person who transmitted them enclosed the original in Burns' own hand. The MS. once belonged to his friend Rankine, and was addressed :"To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbyne, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of May last, at the Shakspeare, Covent-Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the society were informed by Mr. Mackenzie, of Applecross, were so audacious as to attempt an escape from their lawful lords and masters, whose property they were, by emigrating from the lands of Mr. M'Donald, of Glengarry, to the wilds of Canada in search of that fantastic thing-LIBERTY." Or some Montgomery fearless lead them, Nae sage North, now, nor sager Sackville, An' save the honour o' the nation? But hear, my lord! Glengarry, hear! Yet while they're only poind't and herriet, 20 30 40 Frightin' awa your deucks an' geese, An' till ye come- June 1, Anno Mundi 5790. BEELZEBUB. 50 60 TO MR. JOHN KENNEDY. THE following lines conclude a letter from Burns to Mr. John Kennedy, dated Mossgiel, 3rd March, 1786. OW Kennedy, if foot or horse E'er bring you in by Mauchline Corss, And down the gate in faith they're worse And mair unchancy. But as I'm sayin' please step to Dow's And if we dinna had a bouze Ise ne'er drink mair. It's no I like to sit an' swallow, Wi' right ingine, And spunkie ance to make us mellow, Now if ye're ane o' warl's folk, Wha rate the wearer by the cloak, Wi' you no friendship I will troke Nor cheap nor dear. But if, as I'm informed weel, Ye hate as ill's the vera De'il, The flinty hearts that canna feel Come Sir, here's tae you; Hae there's my haun' I wiss you weel, And gude be wi' you. ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT DUNDAS, ESQ.* OF ARNISTON, LATE LORD PRESIDENT OF THE COURT OF SESSION. ONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the shel- Down from the rivulets, red with dashing rains, Ye hills, ye plains, ye forests, and ye caves, 10 These verses have been printed from a copy in Burns' own hand. Mr. Allan Cunningham quotes a letter from the Poet to Advocate Hay, in which he says: "The enclosed poem was written in consequence of your suggestion last time I had the pleasure of seeing you. It cost me an hour or two of next morning's sleep, but did not please me, so it laid by, an ill-digested effort, till the other day I gave it a critic brush. These kinds of subjects are much hackneyed, and besides, the wailings of the rhyming tribe over the ashes of the great are cursedly suspicious, and out of all character |