The Sun.
London, England, 1824-08-25 00:00:00

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The last time I saw BURNS in life was on his
are-
turn from the Brow-well of Solway; he had been
ailing all spring, and summer had come without
bringing health with it ; he had gone away very
ill and he returned worse. He was brought back,
1 think, in a covered spring cart, and when he
alighted at the foot of the street in which he
lived, he could scarce stand upright.
From the
day of his return home till the hour of his till'
tiaiely death, Dumfries was like a besieged place.
It was known he was dying, and the anxiety, not
of the rich and the learned only, but of the me"
chalks
and peasants, exceeded all belief. Where•
ever two or three people stood together, their talk
was of Burns, and of him alone ; they spoke of
his history—of his person—of his works—of WS'
family—of his fame, and of his untimely and
approaching fate, with a warmth and an
enthusiasm which will ever endear Dumfries
to my remembrance. His good-humour was
unruffled, and his wit never forsook Wm.--;
He looked to one of his fellow volunteers with
a smile, as he stood by the bed-side with his eyes
wet, and said, " John, don't let the awk4
ward squad fire over me." He was aware that
death was dealing with him ; he asked a lady
who visited him, more in sincerity than in mirthi
what commands she had for the other world—he
repressed with a smile the hopes of his friends,
and told them he had Hied long enough. As his
life drew near a close, the eager yet decorous 10•
licitude of his fellow townsmen increased. His
last moments have never been described ; he
had laid his head quietly on the pillow awaiting
dissolution, when his attendant reminded hirn°`,
his medicine, and held the cup to his lip. tie
started suddenly up, drained the cup at a gulfs
threw his hands before him like a man about to
swim, and sprung from head to foot of the bed''
fell with his face down, and expired with a groan'
When Burns died I was then young, but I W 8,r
.
not insensible that a mind of no common strength
had passed from amongst us. He had caught el
fancy and touched my heart with his songs and
his poems. I went to see him laid out for the
grave; several eldern people were 'with mee."
He lay in a plain unadorned coffin, with a Hu";
sheet drawn over his face, and on the bed, and
around the body, herbs and flowers were thickly
strewn, according to the usage of the country
Ha was wasted somewhat by long illness ; but
death had not increased the swarthy hue of his
face, which was uncommonly dark and deeply
marked—the dying pang was visible in the !awe?
part; but his broad and open brow was pale
and serene, and around -it his sable hair lay
in musses, slightly touched with grey, and ind
dining more to a wave than a curl. This was
several days after his death. The multitude
who accompanied Burns to the grave went step
by step with the chief mourners ; they might
' amount to twelve thousand. Not a word pelt
heard ; and, though all could not be near, and
many could not see, when the earth closed en
their darling poet for ever, there %vas no rade
impatience shown, no fierce disappointmebt es:
pressed. It was an impressive and mournful
sight to see men of all ranks and persuasion/IT
opinions, mingling as brothers, and stepping 6,1,0 e
by side down the streets of Dumfries, with the
remains of him who had sang of their loves and
joys and domestic endearments, with a truth and
a tenderness which none perhaps have sir.
equalled. I could, indeed, have wished t"..;
military part of the procession away—for ho V7O
buried with military honours. His fate has bs
a reproach to Scotland. But the reproach came/
with an ill grace from England. When we c,40
1,0
forget Butler's fate—Otway's loaf— Drlue'ai
old age, and Chatterton's poison-cup, we ried
think that we stand alone in the iniquity 01,'„"ag
glecting pre-eminent genius. I found mYseiLsi
the brink of the poet's grave, into which he wie
about to descend for ever—there was a Ps°.
s
among the mourners, as if loath to part w-ith in
pa
remains ; and, when he was at last lowerAsfun
the first shovelful of earth sounded on his °le
lid, I looked up and saw tears on many 6'3. o
where tears were not usual. The volunteer/ 4,
titled the fears of their comrade by their raged
and straggling vollies. The earth was hesP
fault
up, the green sod laid over him, and the:
utse
tude stood gazing on the grave for some
Space, and then melted silently away---1
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GEORGE MORLAND.--It-010111d be t (:)j1
the credit of this very excellent painter) ild
own walk, that he was nbt vain of his toleP.'jut
knew exactly how he stood in art. 101177''`0
a better
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he, excepting De Loutherbourg,
knock under to him, and be d—d to front
INVENTION OP PRINTING}.--We learn
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Haarlem, that there has been lately placed in tilt'
sembly of the Regency,a picture tin lii°oo-
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the typographical art), seated Dutch and
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