Ye ministers, come mount the poupit, Ye bonie lasses, dight your e'en, Observe the very nowt an' sheep, O Eighty-nine, thou 's but a bairn, Nae waur than he did, honest man! January 1, 1789. VERSES, Written under the portrait of Fergusson, the poet, in a copy of that author's works presented to a young Lady in Edinburgh, March 19th, 1787. Curse on ungrateful man, that can be pleas'd, And yet can starve the author of the pleasure. O thou my elder brother in misfortune, By far my elder brother in the muses, With tears I pity thy unhappy fate! * This apostrophe to Fergusson, bears a striking affinity to one in Burns's poems, Dr. Currie's edition, vol. III, p. 248. O Fergusson! thy glorious parts My curse upon your whunstane hearts, Ye E'nbrugh gentry! The tythe o' what ye waste at Cartes Wad stow'd his pantry! This was written before Burns visited the Scottish capital. Even without a poet's susceptibility we may feel how the prophetic parallel of Fergusson's case with his own must have pressed on the memory of our bard, when he paid his second tribute of affection to his elder brother in misfortune. E. |