False flatterer, Hope, away! Nor think to lure us as in days of yore: We solemnize this sorrowing natal day,' To prove our loyal truth-we can no more, And owning Heaven's mysterious sway, Submissive, low adore. Ye honored, mighty Dead, Who nobly perished in the glorious cause, Your KING, your Country, and her laws, From great DUNDEE, who smiling Victory led, And fell a Martyr in her arms, (What breast of northern ice but warms!) To bold BALMERINO'S undying name, Whose soul of fire, lighted at Heaven's high flame, Deserves the proudest wreath departed heroes claim: Not unrevenged your fate shall lie, Your blood shall, with incessant cry, With doubling speed and gathering force, Till deep it, crushing, whelms the cottage in the vale ; So Vengeance' arm, ensanguin'd, strong, Shall with resistless might assail, Usurping Brunswick's pride shall lay, And STEWART'S wrongs and yours, with tenfold weight, repay. Perdition, baleful child of night! Of STEWART's royal race: 1 Precisely one month after this Jubilee meeting the Prince died at Rome. Lead on the unmuzzled hounds of hell, The blood-notes of the chase! The tools of faction, and the nation's curse! Where each avenging hour still ushers in a worse! Such havoc, howling all abroad, The base apostates to their GOD, ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT DUNDAS, ESQ., OF ARNISTON, LATE LORD PRESIDENT OF THE COURT OF SESSION.1 LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, red with dashing rains, The gathering floods burst o'er the distant plains; 1 "I have two or three times in my life composed from the wish rather than from the impulse, but I never succeeded to any purpose. One of these times I shall ever remember with gnashing of teeth. 'Twas on the death of the late Lord President Dundas. My very worthy and respected friend, Mr. Alex. Wood, surgeon, urged me to pay a compliment in the way of Beneath the blast the leafless forests groan; Ye hills, ye plains, ye forests, and ye caves, my trade to his lordship's memory. Well, to work I In a letter to Advocate Hay, Burns says: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 for sincerity." Dundas (1713-1787) was the elder brother of Lord Melville, and became Lord President in 1760. The "Mr. Solicitor Dundas " referred to above was the son of Robert Dundas, and was afterwards Lord Advocate and Lord Chief Baron. To one copy of this piece Burns appended the following note :-" The foregoing poem has some tolerable lines in it, but the incurable wound of my pride will not suffer me to correct or even peruse it." The poem was first printed in the 'Edinburgh Magazine" for 1818. 66 Unheard, unseen, by human ear or eye, O heavy loss, thy country ill could bear! Wrongs, injuries, from many a darksome den, Ye dark, waste hills, ye brown unsightly plains, 1 SYLVANDER TO CLARINDA.' EXTEMPORE REPLY TO VERSES ADDRESSED TO THE AUTHOR BY A LADY, UNDER THE 66 WHEN dear Clarinda, matchless fair, Alas! 'twas all he dared to do. "Clarinda" was Mrs. Agnes M'Lehose, wife of Mr. James M'Lehose, a writer in Glasgow. She was born in 1759, married in 1776, was deserted by her husband in 1780, and removed to Edinburgh in 1782. When Burns formed her acquaintance she had two surviving children. She was handsome, and wrote verses. Burns met her at the house of Miss Nimmo, an intimate friend of Peggy Chalmers. Mrs. M'Lehose admitted that she had long pressed Miss Nimmo to make her acquainted with Burns-"I had a presentiment (she said) that we would derive pleasure from the society of each other." The poet had intended to leave for Ayrshire on Thursday the 13th of December, and had accepted an invitation to take tea at the house of Mrs. M'Lehose on Saturday the 8th ; but on Friday night he met with an accident which detained him two months. After several letters had passed, the lady, on Christmas Eve, addressed to Burns the verses given below, signed Clarinda; and from that date they corresponded as Sylvander and Clarinda. Burns wrote to a friend on December 30th::"You may guess of her wit by the following verses which she sent me the other day.' "ON BURNS SAYING HE HAD NOTHING ELSE TO DO.' "When first you saw Clarinda's charms, |