with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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. 214 Among rich folks up and down, Both in country and in town, Who now live but scrimply and barely, Among rich folks up and down, ^c. Then why should people brag of prosperity ? A straiten'd life we see is no rarity Indeed we've been in want. And our living's been but scant. Yet we never were reduced to need charity. Indeed we've been in want, S^c. In this house we first came together. Where we've long been a father and mither And tho' not of stone and lime. It will last us all our time ; And, I hope, we shall ne'er need anither, And tho' not of stone and lime, S^c. And when we leave this poor habitation, We'll depart with a good commendation We'll go hand in hand, I wiss. To a better house than this. To make room for the next generation. Then why should old age so much zeound us. There is nothing in it all to confound us: For how happy now am I, With my old wife sitting by, And our bairns and our oys all around m.

215 The two subjoined letters were written by Burns to Mr. Skinner. They have not appeared in the se- ries of his Correspondence published either by Dr. Currie, or the Editor of these volumes. In the sum- mer of 1787, Burns made a tour through the west and north of Scotland ; and at Aberdeen met with Mr. Skinner's son, between whom an interesting conversation took place. The particulars of this in- terview were communicated to the father, stating also how much Burns regretted that he did not know where L.irishart lay, as he would have gone twenty miles out of his way to have seen the author of Tullochgorum. This compliment immediately pro- duced an Epistle in familiar verse, addressed to Burns, who returned the following letter in reply, which, though without a date, appears to have been written in Edinburgh. ' Reverend and venerable Sir, * Accept, in plain dull prose, my most siricere thanks for the best poetical compliment I ever receiv- ed. I assure you, Sir, as a poet, you have conjured up an airy demon of vanity in my fancy, which the best abilities in your other capacity would be ill able to lay. I regret, and while I live shall regret, that when I was in the north, I had not the pleasure of paying a younger brother's dutiful respect to the Au-

215<br />

The two subjoined letters were written <strong>by</strong> <strong>Burns</strong><br />

to Mr. Skinner. They have not appeared in the se-<br />

ries of his Correspondence published either <strong>by</strong> Dr.<br />

Currie, or the Editor of these volumes. In the sum-<br />

mer of 1787, <strong>Burns</strong> made a tour through the west<br />

<strong>and</strong> north of Scotl<strong>and</strong> ; <strong>and</strong> at Aberdeen met <strong>with</strong><br />

Mr. Skinner's son, between whom an interesting<br />

conversation took place. The particulars of this in-<br />

terview were communicated to the father, stating<br />

also how much <strong>Burns</strong> regretted that he did not know<br />

where L.irishart lay, as he would have gone twenty<br />

miles out of his way to have seen the author of<br />

Tullochgorum. This compliment immediately pro-<br />

duced an Epistle in familiar verse, addressed to<br />

<strong>Burns</strong>, who returned the following letter in reply,<br />

which, though <strong>with</strong>out a date, appears to have been<br />

written in Edinburgh.<br />

' Reverend <strong>and</strong> venerable Sir,<br />

* Accept, in plain dull prose, my most siricere<br />

thanks for the best poetical compliment I ever receiv-<br />

ed. I assure you, Sir, as a poet, you have conjured<br />

up an airy demon of vanity in my fancy, which the<br />

best abilities in your other capacity would be ill able<br />

to lay. I regret, <strong>and</strong> while I live shall regret, that<br />

when I was in the north, I had not the pleasure of<br />

paying a younger brother's dutiful respect to the Au-

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