And aye a westlin leuk she throws, Sad 267 While tears hap o'er her auld brown nose ! Thou bure the Bard through many a shire? At howes or hillocks never stumbled, Or, when auld Phoebus bids good-morrow, ROBERT BURNS. gentle raise Wandering a solitary being on the banks of the Nith, his heart reverted to the damsel on the banks of the Ayr, whom he had lately taken by the hand as his wife, and who would have now been sharing his household cares if he had had a house into which 1 Ellisland is near the borders of the stewartry of Kirkcudbright, a portion of the district popularly called Galloway. 2 His mare. to put her. The peace of conscience secured by his acceptance of Jean as his wife must have added not a little to the pleasure he felt in musing on her image, and sending his thoughts towards the place which her presence brightened. We have an invaluable memorial of the feeling of the moment in his charming canzonet— I LOVE MY JEAN. TUNE-Miss Admiral Gordon's Strathspey. Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, For there the bonnie lassie lives, There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ;1 But day and night my fancy's flight I see her in the dewy flowers, I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonnie flower that springs There's not a bonnie bird that sings, But minds me o' my Jean.2 1 These two lines are so printed in Johnson's Museum, which must be considered as authoritative regarding readings in Burns's compositions, seeing that he was in a manner editor of the work. So also have they usually been printed since. Wood's Songs of Scotland they are given thus: In 'Though wild woods grow and rivers row, Wi' mony a hill between, Baith day and night,' &c. Though this seems to convey a more just and logical idea, it is undoubtedly a vitiation of the text. I have been reminded that the idea is not new in verse: 2 The first of these stanzas appeared in the third volume of Johnson's Museum. Burns's note upon it afterwards was-This song I composed out of compliment to Mrs Burns. N. B.-It was in the honey-moon.' Two additional stanzas were some years afterwards produced by John Hamilton, musicseller in Edinburgh: they are not unworthy of appearing on the same page with those by Burns. Oh blaw ye westlin winds, blaw saft Wi' balmy gale, frae hill and dale JEAN IN ABSENCE. 269 Nor was this all; for the same period produced, in honour of Mrs Burns, perhaps the most luxuriantly rich of all his amatory lyrics. We have to suppose the poet in his solitary life at Ellisland, gazing towards the hill of Corsincon at the head of Nithsdale, beyond which, though at many miles' distance, was the valley in which his heart's idol lived. He ideally beholds his 'blithesome, dancing, sweet young queen, of guileless heart,' in her most characteristic situation, and he bursts out with these glowing Alas, Clarinda! where was now your image? It is but four or five months since he said to you: 'I admire you, I love you as a woman beyond any one in all the circle of creation. am yours, Clarinda, for life!' 'Even as one heat another heat expels, Or as one nail by strength drives out another; I TO MR ROBERT AINSLIE. MAUCHLINE, 23d June 1788. This letter, my dear sir, is only a business scrap. file painter in your town, has executed a profile of Dr Blacklock for me: do me the favour to call for it, and sit to him yourself for me, which put in the same size as the doctor's. The account of both profiles will be fifteen shillings, which I have given to James Connel, our Mauchline carrier, to pay you when you give him the parcel. You must not, my friend, refuse to sit. The time is short. When I sat to Mr Miers, I am sure he did not exceed two minutes. I propose hanging Lord Glencairn, the doctor, and you in trio over my new chimney-piece that is to be. Adieu! R. B. One piece of special good fortune in Burns's situation at Ellisland was his having for his next neighbour, at less than a mile's distance along the bank of the Nith, Captain Riddell of Glenriddell, a man of literary and antiquarian spirit, and of kindly, social nature. Riddell possessed a beautiful small estate, with a pleasant mansion romantically situated on a rocky promontory which here produces a bend in the river, and was formerly the site of a small monastic establishment: a long carse (alluvial plain) extends to the eastward, bounded by beautiful shrubberies, which nearly reach to Ellisland. The worthy proprietor of Friars' Carse had given Burns a key admitting him to the grounds, and it seems to have been among the agréments of the poet's life at this happy summer period, when hope was green in his bosom, to wander in these grounds, and muse in a decorated cot or hermitage which their master had raised. On the 28th of June he composed, under the character of a bedesman, or alms-fed recluse VERSES IN FRIARS' CARSE HERMITAGE. Thou whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou decked in silken stole, Grave these maxims on thy soul VERSES IN FRIARS' CARSE HERMITAGE. 271 Life is but a day at most, Sprung from night, in darkness lost; Make content and ease thy aim. Fame a restless, idle dream: Round Peace, the tenderest flower of Spring; Those that sip the dew alone, Make the butterflies thy own; Those that would the bloom devour, Crush the locusts-save the flower. For the future be prepared, Guard wherever thou canst guard; Welcome what thou canst not shun. Make their consequence thy care: Keep the name of man in mind, Him whose wondrous work thou art; Stranger, go! Heaven be thy guide! TO MR ROBERT AINSLIE. ELLISLAND, 30th June 1788. MY DEAR SIR-I just now received your brief epistle; and, to take vengeance on your laziness, I have, you see, taken a long sheet of writing-paper, and have begun at the top of the page, intending to scribble on to the very last corner. I am vexed at that affair of the ***, but dare not enlarge on the subject until you send me your direction, as I suppose that will be altered on your late master and friend's death. I am concerned for the old fellow's exit only as I fear it may be to your disadvantage in any respect; for an old man's dying, except he have been a very benevolent character, or in some particular situation of life that the 1 Mr Samuel Mitchelson, W. S., had been Mr Ainslie's master: he died June 21, |