with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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sunt etienings than at all the houses offashionable
people in this country put together; and to their
kindness and hospitality I am indebtedfor many of
the happiest hours of my life.
The day returns, my bosom burns,
The bHssful day we twa did meet,
Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,
Ne'er summer sun was half sae sweet.
Than a' the pride that loads the tide,
And crosses o'er the sultry line
Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes,
Heav'n gave me more, it made me thine.
greatly shocked to find this little spot, that ought to have been
held sacred, almost gone to decay. The pane of glass on which
the Poet had written his well-known " Lines" was removed
the floor was covered with straw ; the door thrown open ; and
the trees that had been planted at the entrance to this interesting
place, were broken down and destroyed by cattle.
Such was the late proprietor, Capt. Smith's neglect of a spot
on the window of which Robert Burns had traced, with his
own hand (which still remains), this tender tribute to the memory
of a departed Friend.
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^* To Riddell, much lamented man
This ivied cot was dear;
Wanderer, dost value matchless worth?
This ivied cot revere !"
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