It serves to add to the strange confusion of the loveaffairs of Burns, that there is a canzonet in which the same ideas which we have already seen brought forward regarding an eternal constancy to Mary and Eliza are wrought up in favor of Jean. (See p. 51.)

THOUGH cruel fate should bid us part,
Far as the pole and line;

Her dear idea round my heart
Should tenderly entwine.

Though mountains rise and deserts howl,

And oceans roar between,

Yet dearer than my deathless soul,
I still would love my Jean.

ADDRESS OF BEELZEBUB.

“On Tuesday [May 23] there was a meeting of the Highland Society at London for the encouragement of the fisheries in the Highlands, etc. Three thousand pounds were immediately subscribed by eleven gentlemen present for this particular purpose. The

Earl of Breadalbane informed the meeting that five hundred persons had agreed to emigrate from the estates of Mr. M'Donald of Glengarry; that they had subscribed money, purchased ships, etc., to carry their design into effect. The noblemen and gentlemen agreed to cooperate with government to frustrate their design; and to recommend to the principal noblemen and gentlemen in the Highlands to endeavor to prevent emigration, by improving the fisheries, agriculture, and manufactures, and particularly to enter into a subscription for that purpose.” Such is a very simple-looking announcement in the Edinburgh Advertiser of 30th May. One would have thought there was little in it to excite a jealous feeling regarding the Highland proprietors, whom we have since seen vilipended not a little for the very opposite procedure. So it is, however, that Burns took up the matter otherwise, and penned, though he did not publish, an

ADDRESS OF BEELZEBUB

To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23d of May last at the Shakspeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the society were informed by Mr. Mackenzie of Applecross,1

man.

1 Mr. Mackenzie of Applecross, a considerable proprietor in the west of Ross-shire, figures on many occasions as a liberal Mr. Knox, in his Tour of the Highlands, penned about this very time, mentions an act of Mr. Mackenzie's precisely contrary in its character to the motive which the rash poet attributes to him. "Perceiving," says Knox, "the bad policy of servitude in the Highlands, Mr. Mackenzie has totally re

were so audacious as to attempt an escape from their lawful lords and masters, whose property they were, by emigrating from the lands of Mr. M'Donald of Glengarry to the wilds of Canada, in search of that fantastic thing - Liberty.

LONG life, my lord, and health be yours, Unscaithed by hungered Highland boors; Unhurt Lord, grant nae duddie desperate beggar, ragged Wi' dirk, claymore, or rusty trigger,

May twin auld Scotland o' a life

She likes as lambkins like a knife.

deprive

propose

Faith, you and Applecross were right
To keep the Highland hounds in sight;
I doubt na! they wad bid nae better
Than, let them ance out owre the water,
Then up amang thae lakes and seas,
They'll mak what rules and laws they please.
Some daring Hancock, or a Franklin,
May set their Highland bluid a-ranklin';
Some Washington again may head them,
Or some Montgomery, fearless, lead them,
Till God knows what may be effected,
When by such heads and hearts directed.
Poor dunghill sons of dirt and mire
May to patrician rights aspire!

Nae sage North now, nor sager Sackville,
To watch and premier o'er the pack vile,

linquished all the feudal claims upon the labor of his tenants, whom he pays with the strictest regard to justice at the rate of sevenpence or eightpence for every day employed upon his works."

And whare will ye get Howes and Clintons
To bring them to a right repentance,
To cowe the rebel generation,

And save the honour o' the nation?
They, and be d! what right hae they
To meat or sleep, or light o' day?
Far less to riches, power, or freedom,
But what your lordship likes to gie them?

But hear, my lord! Glengarry, hear!
Your hand's owre light on them, I fear;
Your factors, grieves, trustees, and bailies, overseers
I canna say but they do gaylies;
They lay aside a' tender mercies,
And tirl the hallions to the

birses;

strip

pretty well

clowns

bristles

Yet while they're only poind't and herriet, despoiled They'll keep their stubborn Highland spirit; But smash them, crash them a' to spails! chips And rot the dyvors i' the jails!

bankrupts

The young dogs, swinge them to the labour;
Let wark and hunger mak them sober!
The hizzies, if they're oughtlins

fawsont,

Let them in Drury Lane be lessoned !
And if the wives and dirty brats

girls at all

handsome

E'en thigger at your doors and yetts, beg-gates Flaffan wi' duds and gray wi'

beas',

Frightin' awa' your deucks and geese,

Fluttering

vermin

Get out a horsewhip or a jowler,
The langest thong, the fiercest growler,
And gar the tattered gipsies pack,
Wi' a' their bastards on their back!
Go on, my lord! I lang to meet you,
And in my house at hame to greet you.
Wi' common lords ye shanna mingle ;
The benmost neuk beside the single,
At my right han' assigned your seat
"Tween Herod's hip and Polycrate-
Or, if you on your station tarrow,
Between Almagro and Pizarro,

make

innermost

A seat, I'm sure, ye're weel deservin't;
And till ye come Your humble servant,

BEELZEBUB.1

June 1st, Anno Mundi 5790 [A. D. 1786.]

A DREAM.

"Thoughts, words, and deeds the statute blames with reason; But surely dreams were ne'er indicted treason."

On reading in the public papers the Laureate's Ode, with the other parade of June 4, 1786, the au

1 This poem came through the hands of Rankine of Adamhill to those of a gentleman of Ayr, who gave it to the world in the Edinburgh Magazine for February 1818. A copy in the poet's handwriting is, or was lately, in the possession of a person in humble life at Jedburgh.

2 Thomas Warton was then in this servile and ridiculous office. His ode for June 4, 1786, begins as follows: