Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray, But yet the light that led astray "I taught thy manners painting strains, And some, the pride of Coila's plains, "Thou canst not learn, nor can I show, With Shenstone's art; Or pour, with Gray, the moving flow "Yet, all beneath the unrivalled rose, Though large the forest's monarch throws Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows "Then never murmur nor repine; Can give a bliss o'ermatching thine, "To give my counsels all in one- With soul erect; And trust, the universal plan Will all protect. "And wear thou this "--she solemn said, And, like a passing thought, she fled ADDITIONAL STANZAS OF "THE VISION." A manuscript in Burns' handwriting, containing additional stanzas of "The Vision," is now in the possession of Mr John Dick, bookseller, Ayr; it seems to be the manuscript sent by Burns to Mrs Stewart of Stair, when contemplating his West-Indian voyage. By Mr Dick's kind permission we are enabled to give the additional stanzas here. AFTER 18th stanza of printed copies : With secret throes I marked that earth, And near I saw, bold issuing forth A Lindsay, race of noble worth, Famed far and wide. Where, hid behind a spreading wood, A female pair; Sweet shone their high maternal blood An ancient tower to memory brought Who "far in western"* climates fought, There, where a sceptred Pictish shade I saw a martial race portrayed In colours strong; Bold, sodger-featured, undismayed, Among the rest I well could spy A diamond water; I blest that noble badge with joy After the 20th stanza: Near by arose a mansion fine, The seat of many a Muse divine; Not rustic Muses such as mine, With holly crowned, But th' ancient, tuneful, laurelled Nine, I mourned the card that Fortune dealt, That village near; There Nature, Friendship, Love I felt, Fond mingling dear. (Sundrum) (Stair) (the Montgomeries) (Auchinleck) (Ballochmyle) (Mauchline) Hail! Nature's pang, more strong than death! Of dying friend! These words are written over the original in another hand. Captain James Montgomery, Master of St James's Lodge, Torbolton, to which the author has the honour to belong.-B. "Not even" with life's wild devious path, The power that gave the soft alarms, While lovely Wilhelmina warms After the 21st The coldest heart.t Where Cessnock pours with gurgling sound, (Auchinskleth) Enamoured of the scenes around, Slow runs his race, A name I doubly honoured found, With knightly grace. (Caprington) Originally written "only." Miss Wilhelmina Alexander, the "Bonny Lass of Ballochmyle." SCOTCH DRINK. "Gie him strong drink, until he wink, That's prest wi' grief and care; LET other poets raise a fracas 'Bout vines, and wines, and drucken Bacchus, And crabbit names and stories wrack us, And grate our lug, I sing the juice Scotch beare can mak us, O thou, my Muse! guid auld Scotch drink; In glorious faem, Inspire me, till I lisp and wink, To sing thy name! Let husky wheat the haughs adorn, Leeze me on thee, John Barleycorn, On thee aft Scotland chows her cood, In souple scones, the wale o' food! Or tumbling in the boilin' flood Wi' kail and beef; crabbed, vex ear barley twisting, turn cream foam valleys oats, bearded blessings on chews, cud supple cakes, choice cabbage But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood, There thou shine's chief. Food fills the wame, and keeps us livin' belly Though life's a gift no worth receivin', When heavy dragg'd wi' pine and grievin'; pain Thou art the life o' public haunts; But thee, what were our fairs and rants? Even godly meetings o' the saunts, By thee inspired, When gaping they besiege the tents, That merry night we got the corn in, In cog or bicker, And just a wee drap sp'ritual burn in. When Vulcan gies his bellows breath, Then Burnewin comes on like death Nae mercy, then, for airn or steel; Till block and studdie ring and reel When neebors anger at a plea, Cement the quarrel! Its aye the cheapest lawyer's fee Alake! that e'er my Muse has reason To wyte her countrymen wi' treason! Wi' liquors nice, And hardly, in a winter's season, Wae worth that brandy, burning trash! And sends, beside, auld Scotland's cash without saints froths smoking wooden vessels spirits savoury sugar implements froth eared cup blacksmith blow iron bony anvil mad juice blame many, wet, throat ask Woc sickness deprives, stupid, [fool foes moneyless Wi' bitter, dearth fu' wines to mell, high-priced, meddle Or foreign gill. |