LVIII. Mr. T. to BURNS, advising him to write a LIX. Mr. T. to BURNS. Has been examining LX. BURNS to Mr. T. Recipe for producing a love-song-"Saw ye my Phely"- Remarks and anecdotes "How long and dreary is the night"-"Let no woman e'er complain"-"The Lover's morning LXI. Mr. T. to BURNS. Wishes he knew the inspiring Fair One-Ritson's historical essay not interesting -- Allan-Maggie LXII. BURNS to Mr. T. Has begun his Anec- dotes, &c." My Chloris, mark how green the groves"-Love- "It was the charming month of May"-" Lassie wi' LXIII. BURNS to Mr. T. "Farewell thou stream" Difficulty of tracing the origin of an- Praise- Desires "O wha will to St. Stephen's house" 252 "Here's a health to them that's awa" 255 LXIX. BURNS to Mr. T. (1795), with "For LXX. Mr. T. to BURNS. Thanks......... LXXII. BURNS to Mr. T. "Praise of Eccle- fechan".. LXXIV. BURNS to Mr. T. "Address to the Woodlark"-" On Chloris being ill" "Their groves o' sweet myrtle," &c. "Twas na her bonnie blue e'e," &c. 274 LXXV. Mr. T. to BURNS, with Allan's de- sign from "The Cotter's Saturday LXXVI. BURNS to Mr. T., with "How cruel LXXXII. BURNS to Mr. T. "Last May a braw wooer came down the lang glen"— "O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet" 316 LXXXIV. Mr. T. to BURNS (1796), after an LXXXVI. Mr. T. to BURNS. Allan has designed some plates for an octavo edition... 323 LXXXVII. BURNS to Mr. T.. Afflicted by sick- XC. BURNS to Mr. T., introducing Mr. Lewars-Has taken a fancy to re- view his songs-Hopes to recover 329 XCI. BURNS to Mr. T. Dreading the hor- rors of a jail, solicits the advance Ca' the yowes to the knowes 131 320 126 79 162 106 237 314 188 114 234 164 150 271 36 332 222 297 103 53 178 327 Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen Sweet fa's the eve on Craigie-burn The hunter lo'es the morning sun .... Should auld acquaintance be forgot Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon. 137 207 260 33 276 There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen.. 34 There was once a day, but old Time then was young 247 Thine am I, my faithful fair 154 Thou hast left me ever, Jamie.... 134 'Tis friendship's pledge, my young, fair friend 292 'Twas na her bonnie blue een was my ruin... 277 True hearted was he the sad swain o' the Yarrow 56 When o'er the hill the eastern star 12 When wild war s deadly blast was blawn 60 Where are the joys I hae met in the morning. |