of Burns' memorials, is very extensive and in- startling combination of the wild and the tender, teresting: "He passed through life's tempestuous night the terrible and the homely, which swayed his "As he walked in glory and in pride, Following his plough upon the mountain side," his great heart swelled with its high aspirings -amid such scenes an Ayrshire man may be forgiven an intense and peculiar feeling on the subject. (Cheers.) But Burns belongs not to Ayrshire alone, but to Scotland; and, in a sense, not to Scotland alone, but to humanity. In every part of the habitable world where Scottish enterprise has penetrated, and the Scottish tongue is known, and Scottish hearts To that star, clear and bright, after the lapse his works are universally felt to be a great The true power of the charm lies in haunted kirk, the accumulated horrors on the table, the dance of witches to the unearthly music of the demon-piper on the bunker, the furious rush of the startled legion with Cuttysark at their head, the crisis of Tam's fate at the keystane of the brig, and the gray mare skelping hame without her tail! (Laughter and applause.) In the midst of this wild description, where horror and humour prevail by turns, how beautiful is the vanity of earthly pleasure touched off: mortal; had he written an epic or dramatic (Great cheering.) "Tam o' Shanter," to any one well acquainted with the Scottish dialect, is magnificent. (Great cheering and laughter.) It is scarcely possible to refrain from quoting; but I must forbear. Notwithstanding the supernatural ingredients so admirably wrought into the tale, it has all the air of a reality. Every Scotsman, especially every Ayrshire-man, with a mind above the clods of the valley(loud cheers)-can close his vision on existing objects, and in his mind's eye can see Tam, and the Soutar, and the landlady, and the parting cup, and the ride in the storm, the auld "But pleasures are like poppies spread, That flit ere you can point their place; But wonderful as "Tam o' Shanter" is, our ad- "Who whistled up Lord Lennox' march He roared a horrid murder-shout And young and auld came rinnin' out, He swore 'twas hilchin Jean M'Craw (Laughter.) Or call to mind the scaring of "A wanton widow Leezie was, But, och! that night, amang the shaws, She through the whins, and by the cairn, Or what say you to his epigram on a certain lawyer?— "He clenched his pamphlets in his fist, Till in a declamation-mist, His argument he tint it; He gaped for't, he graped for't, But what his common-sense cam' short, (Great laughter.) I cannot pause to give specimens of the tender and passionate poetry of Burns. His songs abound in stanzas of surpassing beauty, chiefly inspired by his love to Bonnie Jean, his good and faithful wife— a love which was, I think, his deepest and tenderest feeling. His famous lines, said to be addressed to Clarinda, and containing the stanza adopted by Byron as the motto of the "Bride of Abydos," "Had we never loved so kindly, We had ne'er been broken-hearted," were not, I believe, meant for Clarinda, but for Bonnie Jean, whose image was never long absent from his heart. His best letters, to my mind, were those to Mrs. Dunlop, not those to Clarinda; and his most tender and touching songs were inspired by Bonnie Jean. He walks by the burn-side at night and sings "As in the bosom of the stream The moonbeam dwells at dewy e'en, He plods his way across the hills from Ellisland to Mossgiel, and love prompts the charming song to Jean, "Of a' the airts the wind can blaw." When Lapraik's verses are sent him, his heart chooses "There was ae sang amang the rest It thrilled the heart-strings through the breast, He sees in fancy the genius of Coila, and Jean recurs to his mind as alone rivalling the celestial visitant "Down flowed her robe-a tartan sheen, And such a leg-my bonnie Jean Sae straight and taper, tight and clean, (Great cheering and laughter.) And then, with all his high aspirings, and all his love for social pleasures and even social excesses, where does he place the scene of his highest duties and his dearest joys? "To make a happy fireside clime, That's the true pathos and sublime (Loud applause.) Had this man not a heart, and a heart with some rare qualities-sensitive, passionate, and tender? (Enthusiastic and long-continued cheering). I believe that, next to the blessing of a conscience divinely enlightened and divinely cleared, the greatest happiness permitted to man in this life, is the happiness of loving and being beloved. (Cheers.) The heart is the true spring of happiness, as Burns himself well says "It's no in titles nor in rank, It's no in wealth like London bank We may be wise, or rich, or great, Nae treasures, nae pleasures Of the moral character of Burns I must say a word. Let us not be misunderstood. I am no hero-worshipper, no unqualified eulogist of Burns. I protest against the thought that for what is morally wrong an excuse can be found in the rarest talents; and deeply should I regret if any word fell from me tending to lower the standard of character, or loosen the obligations of religion and morality. There are few sadder subjects of contemplation than a noble generous spirit like that of Burus, manly, tender, and true, full of the love of nature, of country, and of liberty, yet floating rudderless and helpless on the tide of life, till dashed on the fatal rocks which have wrecked impure particles have subsided, and we now so many of his countrymen. His lot, indeed, rejoice only in the pure and generous qualiwas cast on evil times,-on times peculiarly ties which remain. I do not seek to disguise perilous to such a temperament as his. The or to palliate his faults-but who among us is tone of morality in his day was not pure or without faults? Charity, which hopeth all high; the tone of religion was cold, and hard, things and thinketh no evil, ought to be our and low. To the prevailing devotion of his monitor. (Applause.) Let us "gently scan day, generally cold, frequently ascetic, some- our brother man -let us judge ourselves times hypocritical, there was an antagonism in severely, and others leniently-let us gather Burns' nature. (Loud cheers.) Genuine, prac- the good we can, though it be intermingled tical, and loving piety might have charmed with evil-let us use aright the more favourand won him. If, instead of the stern or the able appliances which surround us-let us cold preachers who repelled his feelings and strive ourselves to cultivate a purer morality, stimulated his opposition, there had met Burns and adorn by our lives a sounder religious a pastor in whose large and genial heart dwells profession; but let us admire in Burns whatlove and sympathy as well as faithfulness, who, ever is worthy of admiration, and honour his true to his own convictions, recognises in others genius as it deserves. Those who object to the rights of conscience, whose preaching and this demonstration must remember that the whose life presents religion in her most at- power of Burns over the popular mind of tractive aspect, and whose imperishable me- Scotland is a great fact which cannot be morial will be read in the statistics of dimin- ignored. (Enthusiastic applause.) Burns has ished crime, in the testimony of reclaimed lived, and has written, and has a hold upon children, and in the records of converted the heart of Scotland. (Renewed cheering.) souls, who can tell what impression might It is well to qualify our praises, and to inculhave been made on him? He was not so cate the warning lessons of his life. But surely fortunate. To him was rarely presented the it is not the part of wisdom or of virtue so to instructive illustration of the influence of true repudiate such a man as to consign to the cause religion on human character. That influence and the friends of mischief a name and fame so comes in no harsh or ascetic spirit, it diverts attractive and so potent. (Long-continued no noble aim, it extinguishes no honourable applause.) Let us rather deal with the power ambition, it quenches no pure fire of genius, of Burns' name as science has dealt with the no flame of virtuous love, no generous senti- electric element. Science has not stood afar ment or kindly feeling, but, entering with off, scared by each flash, mourning each shivsearching power into the heart, out of which ered tower; science has caught and purified are the issues of life, it expels from the the power, and chained it to the car of com"dome of thought" and the fountain of feel- merce and the chariot of beneficence, and ing the dark spirits of evil, it raises man to applied it to the noble purpose of consolidathis true dignity, and directs his faculties to ing humanity-uniting all the world by the their appropriate aims. We must deplore and interchange of thought and feeling. On this condemn much in the character and in the day Burns is to us, not the memory of a writings of Burns; we must lament that the departed, but the presence of a living power spirit in which he wrote the "Cottar's Satur-(enthusiastic cheering)-the electric chain day Night" did not always prompt his pen or guide his life; but there was much to deplore in the character of the times in which he lived. Time has not passed in vain over the influence of Burns. Shakspeare says "The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones." The popular enthusiasm of Scotland has reversed the process. From the grave of Burns it has resuscitated the buried good,-and the evil now only lives that the lesson and the warning may be learnt. As a mountain torrent, depositing its earthiness as it flows, comes after a long course to reflect the face of heaven on its bosom, time has cleared and mellowed the influence of Burns-(applause) -like an old and rich wine, the coarse and which knits the hearts of Scotchmen in every Song "There was a lad was born in Kyle "-Mr. occasion. BURNS' CENTENARY BANQUET. I dreamed a dream o' sitting here, |