ET. 36.] LAST LINES TO CLARINDA. 121 FROM BURNS'S LAST LETTER TO CLARINDA. "You must know, my dearest madam, that these now many years, wherever I am, in whatever company, when a married lady is called as a toast, I constantly give you; but as your name has never passed my lips, even to my most intimate friend, I give you by the name of Mrs. Mac. This is so well known among my acquaintances, that when any married lady is called for, the toast-master will say: 'Oh, we need not ask him who it is: here's Mrs. Mac!' I have also, among my convivial friends, set on foot a round of toasts, which I call a round of Arcadian Shepherdesses that is, a round of favourite ladies, under female names celebrated in ancient song; and then you are my Clarinda. So, my lovely Clarinda, I devote this glass of wine to a most ardent wish for your happiness." In vain would Prudence, with decorous sneer, Point out a censuring world, and bid me fear: Above that world on wings of love I rise, I know its worst, and can that worst despise. 66 Wronged, injured, shunned, unpitied, unredrest; The mocked quotation of the scorner's jest " WRITTEN IN A COPY OF THOMSON'S MELODIES, PRESENTED TO A LADY. "I have presented a copy of your songs to the daughter of a much-valued and much-honoured friend of mine - Mr. Graham of Fintry. I wrote on the blank-side of the title-page the following address to the young lady."- Burns to Mr. Thomson, July, 1794. HERE, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives, In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined, Accept the gift, though humble he who gives: Rich is the tribute of the grateful mind. So may no ruffian feeling in thy breast, Or Pity's notes, in luxury of tears, As modest Want the tale of wo reveals; While conscious Virtue all the strain endears, And heaven-born Piety her sanction seals. ET. 36.] THE TREE OF LIBERTY. 123 THE TREE OF LIBERTY. HEARD ye o' the tree o' France? Weel Europe kens the fame o't. Upo' this tree there grows sic fruit, It maks him ken himsel', man. This fruit is worth a' Afric's wealth, It clears the een, it cheers the heart, Maks high and low guid friends, man; And he wha acts the traitor's part, It to perdition sends, man. My blessings aye attend the chiel, And staw a branch, spite o' the deil, stole Frae yont the western waves, man. beyond Fair Virtue watered it wi' care, And now she sees wi' pride, man, How weel it buds and blossoms there, Its branches spreading wide, man. But vicious folk aye hate to see The courtly vermin's banned the tree, When it was unco sma', man; wept For this the watchman cracked his crown, Cut aff his head and a', man. A wicked crew syne, on a time, It ne'er should flourish to its prime, ET. 36.] THE TREE OF LIBERTY. 125 But soon grew weary o' the trade, And wished they'd been at hame, man. For Freedom, standing by the tree, Her sons did loudly ca', man ; Which pleased them ane and a', man. Let Britain boast her hardy oak, That sic a tree can not be found Without this tree, alake this life To feed the titled knave, man; Is that ayont the grave, man. |