In all of thee sure thy Esopus shares. And thy still matchless tongue that conquers all reply? THE LOVELY LASS OF INVERNESS.1 TUNE- Lass of Inverness. The first half-stanza of this song is from an older composition, which Burns here improved upon. THE lovely lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; 1 The songs wholly, or almost wholly, by Burns, furnished for the fifth volume of Johnson's Museum, now follow, as far as p. 112. For e'en and morn she cries, Alas! And aye the saut tear blin's her e'e. Drumossie Moor- Drumossie-day A waefu' day it was to me! For there I lost my father dear, My father dear, and brethren three. Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, For monie a heart thou hast made sair, A RED, RED ROSE. TUNE-Graham's Strathspey. O MY luve's like a red, red rose, O my luve's like the melodie, As fair art thou, my bonny lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. Though it were ten thousand mile.1 1 This song was written by Burns as an improvement upon a street ditty, which Mr. Peter Buchan says was composed by a Lieutenant Hinches, as a farewell to his sweetheart, when on the eve of parting. Various versions of the original song are given in Hogg and Motherwell's edition of Burns, including one from a stall sheet containing six excellent new songs, which Mr. Motherwell conjectures to have been printed about 1770, and of which his copy bore these words on its title, in a childish scrawl believed to be that of the Ayrshire bard, "Robine Burns aught this buik and no other." A version more elegant than any of these was communicated to me by the late Mr. Robert Hogg in 1823: O fare-thee-well, my own true love, O fare-thee-well a while; But I'll come back and see thee, love, Ten thousand mile is a long, long way, You leave me here to lament and sigh, Though all our friends should never be pleased — I never will break the vows I have made, Till the stars fall from the sky, my love, I'll aye prove true to thee, my love, That sits on yonder tree? It is making its moan for the loss of its love, As I shall do for thee. Now fare-thee-well, my dearest love, Till I return on shore; And thou shalt be my only love, Though it were for evermore. It is worth while thus to preserve one or two of the original songs on which Burns improved, if only to mark the vastness of the improvement. A VISION. A favorite walk of Burns during his residence in Dumfries, was one along the right bank of the river above the town, terminating at the ruins of Lincluden Abbey and Church, which occupy a romantic situation on a piece of rising-ground in the angle at the junction of the Cluden Water with the Nith. These ruins include many fine fragments of ancient decorative architecture, and are enshrined in a natural scene of the utmost beauty. Burns, according to his eldest son, often mused amidst the Lincluden ruins. There is one position on a little mount, to the south of the Church, where a couple of landscapes of witching loveliness are obtained, set, as it were, in two of the windows of the ancient building. It was probably the "Calvary" of the ancient church precinct. This the younger Burns remembers to have been a favorite resting-place of the poet. Such is the locality of the grand and thrilling ode, entitled A Vision, in which he hints - for more than a hint could not be ventured upon his sense of the degradation of the ancient manly spirit of his country under the conservative terrors of the passing era. As I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'-flower scents the dewy air, |