And here's the grand fabric, our free Constitution, IMPROMPTU On Mrs. R's birth-day, 4th Nov. 1793. Give me, and I've no more to say, Give me Maria's natal day! That brilliant gift will so enrich me, THE LOYAL NATIVES' VERSES. q At this period of our Foet's life, when political animosity was made the ground of private quarrel, the abore foolish: verses were sent as an attack on Burns and his friends for their political opinions. They were written by some member of a ciub styling themselves the Loyal Natives' of Dumfries, or rather by the united genius of that club, which was more distinguished for drunken loyalty, than either for respectability or poetical talent. The verses were handed over the table to Burns at a convivial meeting, and he instantly endorsed the subjoined reply.-Reliques, p. 108. BURNS-EXTEMPORE. YE true Loyal Natives,' attend to my song, EXTEMPORANEOUS EFFUSION On being appointed to the Excise. SEARCHING auld wives' barrels, That clarty barm should stain my laurels, ye say ? These muvin's things ca'd wives and weans ON SEEING THE BEAUTIFUL SEAT OF LORD G. WHAT dost thou in that mansion fair? Flit, G, and find Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, The picture of thy mind! ON THE SAME. No Stewart art thou G-, The Stewarts all were brave; ON THE SAME. BRIGHT ran thy line, O G Thro' many a far-fam'd sire! TO THE SAME, On the Author being threatened with his Resentment. SPARE me thy vengeance G- I ask no kindness at thy hand, EXTEMPORE IN THE COURT OF SESSION. Tune.-Gillicrankie. LORD A-TE. He clench'd his pamphlets in his fist, But what his common sense came short, MR. ER-NE. COLLECTED Harry stood awee, And ey'd the gathering storm, man: Like torrents owre a linn,w man; ON HEARING THAT THERE WAS FALSEHOOD IN THAT there is falsehood in his looks They say their master is a knave- EXTEMPORE, On the late Mr. William Smellie, Author of the Philosophy of Natural History, and Member of the Antiquarian and Roval Societies of Edinburgh. To Crochallan came The old cock'd hat, the grey surtout, the same; EXTEMPORE, TO MR. SYME," On refusing to dine with him, after having been promised the first of company, and the first of cookery; 17th Dec. 1795. No more of your guests, be they titled or not, Who is proof to thy personal converse and wit, TO MR. S**E, With a Present of a dozen of Porter. O, HAD the malt thy strength of mind, A gift that e'en for S**e were fit. LINES ADDRESSED TO MR. J. RANKINE, While he occupied the farm of Adamhill, in Ayrshire. A mixtie-maxtie1 motley squad, And monie a guilt-bespotted lad; w An intimate friend of the Poet's, with whom he made a very pleasant tour over the counties of Kirkcudbright and Galloway, in July and August, 1793. 2 Grim old man. y Other world. z Confascály mixed. Black gowns of each denomination, By God, I'll not be seen behint them, LINES WRITTEN BY BURNS, While on his death-bed, to John Rankine, and forwarded to him immediately after the Poet's death. He who of Rankine sang, lies stiff and dead, EPITAPHS. EPITAPH FOR THE AUTHOR'S FATHER. The pitying heart that felt for human woe; The friend of man, to vice alone a foe; 'For ev❜n his failings lean'd to virtue's side. a Swings. b Golasmith. |