The Massachusetts spy, and Worcester County advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1825-1831, 1826-06-07

IN the mean time, while this interes
ing suit was pending, we walked 10 tn
village Kirk, 10 visit the tomb of IN
poet himself. Our old guide was Del
Sonaiiy acquainted with him, and ha
passed many social night before hi
own hearth. The church-yard contain
an unusual plumber Of handsome moou
meats, many Of them being fnishe,
wi'h little turrels in the Gothic styIe
ne mansoleum in memory of Burns j
cFeditaple to the lberality and taste o
the public, at whose expense il was e.
rec'ed. 1t consists of an octagonal lem
pee supported by Ionic pillars, and sur.
.nouHted by handsome dome. In The
oacK part there is statue of the noel,
as large as life. with his bosom open,
ana IN the attitude of holding the
plough. Above, the muse is seen throw
ing over him "the inspiring mantle. ,;
ne design was taken from a passage
IN the dedication 10 the Caledonjap
Hunt, 10 which the author aIlo1es to
bis early and subsequent pursuits
Ihere appeared TO be defect in the
representation, since the whole of the
plough is seen, with the poet in the
awkward posture Of holding it without
team. If there was not room for the
"noie, part of the rural implement
might have been concealed. SO az TO
render The defect less obvious. The
monument is enclosed bv neat iron
railing, and the little area, perhaps, for
~ feet square, is covered with profu.
sion OF shrubbery, consisting of holly.
Inc wild rose, laurel. yew, and other
evergreens, which beautifully shade the
tomb.
On our return 10 the hotel, the host
ess communicated the compliments of
Mrs. Burns, with the gratifying inteIli-
gence that she would be happy to see
US at any hour we might choose 10 call.
Beng anxious TO leave town as soon a.
P :s'lble, we promptly accepted her act
OF kindness. She lives in neat two
story house, on Burns'-street. not Ear
from the church. We were received
by her at the parlor door with cordial
shake OF the hand, and by every mark
OF hospitality. The apartment is taste
July furnished with all that conduce TO
comfort, and is ornamented with as
original portrait Of Burns, by Naismi,h.
of Edinburgh whence tho other Ike.
nesses are derived 10 this house the
poet died; and, in the warmth of Scot
fish feeling, blended with conjugal af-
lection, the surviving partner of his bo-
som Informed us, that she would not ex-
change it for palace. She lives COM
tortab!y on an income of $500 a year,
with little auburn-haired grand child,
(not yet too old TO give each of US "a
klss) to occupy her attention in the
houts of retirement. She has three
children, all Of whom are absent-one
IN London, and the other two, officers
In the army, now in the East-lndies.
Mrs. BUNS is apparently at the age
OF between fifty and sixty, retaining
traces of those Iineamenls of beauty,
which the poet found in his " bonny
JOAN" She has a good form, and her
dark full eye is still qnick and animated
in its glances. Her pretty hand was
,astefully set off with rings, and the per-
feet neatness of dress left no regret,
that, in order to show her every mark
OF respect, something beyond ordinary
attention had been paid TO our own
Her easy flow of conversation, marked
by few OF the peculiarities of the Scot
fish dialect, ard embracing variety oil
topics, among which were inquiries al-
Ter her friends in New-York, protract-
ed our call to a visit of more than hail
an hour. She showed us, with a good
deal of apparent satisfaction, an elegant
set of silver canGlesticks and suffers
which were the gift of few Scott;
in Sheffield TO the widow of Burns.'
The tray bears the following appropri
ate inscription from the pen of the poe
Montgomery:
"He pass'd through life's tempcstuous night,
brilliant, trembling northern light;
Through years 70 come, he shines from far
ix'd, unsetting polar STAR"
Having received at parting the same
warm pledge of kindness, which bad'
US welcome, with the addition Of man,
good wishes. we stepped into IA post
chaise, which drove us OF TO Gcetn
Green with all possible despatch,
distance of about twenty miles from
Dumiries, but embracing few object
which could interest the reader.