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EMBELLISHED WITH AN ORIGJXAL DESIGXFROM THE COTTER'S SATURDAY SIGHT. In a distant region of the world, whither the service of your country has carried you, you will, I know, receive with kindness this proof of my regard; not perhaps without some surprise on finding that I have been engaged in editing this work, not without some curiosity to know how I was qualified for such a D undertaking. Having occasion to make an excursion to the county of Dumfries, in the sum- mer of 1792, I had there an opportunity of seeing and conversing with Burns. LONDON: ALLAN BELL & Co., AND SIMPKIN & MARSHALL ; OLIVERS: BOYD, EDINBURGH; W. It has been my fortune to know some men of high reputation in literature, as well as in public life, but never to meet any one who, in the course of a single interview, communicated to me so strong an impression of the fcrce and versa- tility of his talents. Such men do not court situations of darger, nor tread in the paths of glory.

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t The hindmost on the left-hand, ii auld wheel-barrow, mair for token, leg and baith the trams are broken ; I rule them, as I ought, discreetly, And often labour them completely, And aye on Sundays duly nightly, I on the questions tairge them tightly, isie, smirking, dear bought Bess ; ires the daddie in her face, h of ought ye like but grace, r, my bonny, sweet wee lady, ud enough for her already, By the L_ ;e get them a' thegither And now, remember, Mr Aiken, Nae kind of licence out I'm takin'. ' 5 or a few pre b ve occurred at random o rhe firs line dse s of 'The last veral other li tiful: b y shade of Ramsav ! I remember the two last lines of a verse in some of the old songs of ' Logan Water,' (for I know a good many different ones) which I think pretty : "Now lelli . y Pute, This is surely far unworthy of Romsay, or your book. I wish you would be substituted for the concluding objectionable verses of « Down the burn Davie,' so that this from good company. er,* or ' My love Annie's very bon Where the winds howl to the wave's dashing grove, The yellow corn was waving ready : There would I weep my woes, Ih^n'd to a lover's sang, There seek my last repose, And thought on youthfu' pleasures moo Till grief my eyes should close, dearly do I lo'e thee Annie, f ° Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare, happy be the woodbine bower, All thy fond plighted vows— fleeting as air! While mony a kiss the seal impress'd, By the way, I have met -with a musical Hollander, in Breadalfaane's fencibles, which The sacred vow, we ne'er should sever. "i V Mr' Cunn'inghairi, 12th March, with a Jacobite song, &c 141 117. Comparison between female high and humble 11th life 118. Alison, 14th Feb., acknowledging his present of the "Essays on the Principles of Taste," with remarks ou the 116. Mr, Dunlop, 6th Decem- ber, 1792, with a poem entitled, " The Ri^hi., "i Woman" . M 1,' must be left out will be nothing worse for it. 'expression * There is a cony cf this ballad given i he account of the parish of Kirkpatric'k-Fleu n", (which contains the tomb of Fair Hele DIAMOND CABINET LIBRARY.

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