Delaware patriot & American watchman. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1828-1828, 1828-01-29
From Black,oood's .Ma-e@ine.

lghful letter about Burns, says--we quote from
memory, but we are sure, correctly" in the course
OF the spring, Burns called on me once twice, at
my request, early IN the mornin,, and walked with
me to Braid hills in the ncighborhood Of he town.
when nc charmed me sill more BY his private con
sersaton than he ever had done in writing re.
collect once he told me when was admiring dis.
tant psospect IN one OF our morning walks that the
siEh' OF 80 many smoking cottages gave pie ASSURE
20 his mind which none Could understand who had
net Witnessed like himself, the happiness and tbs
wal NTH which they con- aimed" None but himself
assurcdly could fave written the Cottef's Saturday
Night and such songs 50 misunderstanding
glowing, SHINING, burning with The concentrated es
senee Of that passion which is the soul and sun 0
the psor mans lie Love. And what an interest
ing sight TO have SEN the philosopher and The pea
SAINT poet walking together. 10 the heauty oil the
morning along those beautiful hits that equal
ity ~ which nature reIoceg 10 see her gifted sons
meet. when btonHh, toge her, and introduced to
each others sdulirng friendship-by Genus, thr
eriv other privileged lc,eller OF RANKS, besides
Virtue.
Bu' although nobody who has not been born IN
Cottage can probably, man, know so fully
ard feel SO Intensely a. Burns did The happif1t IS
and virtues OF our Scottish cotages. another oil
sarious ard comprehensive Genius NAV know the m,
and feel them too with sufficient distnctness OF per
cep ion and NTH Of emotion as poet, to enable
hum TO palnt-not more beautiful pic,ures-s for,
with the Co'ter's Saturday Night in oul hearts, we
my no, say So but pictures Tar excellg hs in
mul'iarious spiendour- picture ate, picture with
ou' e d, each new glory bright IS The that has
disappeared. jus, as each hnc. rainy cloud storm.
and sun loving day among our mountains seems to
rejoice. as in new birth belonging but to itself. and
Tor the first time showing the rlvered valley, the
sudden apparioE oil RAINBOW.
In some such sort OF relation does Walter Scott
stand to Robert Burns. The latter was man of
little or no knowledge bu, what his own expe enre
Of life taught to his head and his heart, both BY
Nature noble. Probably he was the better OF his
gnorance--for his mind thus became peopled with
his OVID fancies and passions. and they expressed
themselves in deathless song We have no re ason
to believe from any lhlrg that Burns has written.
that ht ever would have been like Scott, great
dramatis, universal PALMER of character. had his
knowledge OF mans history been increased thou
sand told. For out OF hmsrlf he was no very an
common man. His imagination wanted wings TO
soar--she delighted to walk the earth, along the
broomy banks and hraes OF the streams CT Cola.
There Burns is in all his glory as poet does
his poetry contain thought feeling or image. drawn
| from any other region than hi native parish, the
hearth store Of his fathers house. the still or trou-
bled chamber OF his own gene, and most paa-
siona,e heart. But Scott has the whole history at
the core OF his mind. on The tip Of his tongue, and
| the UPS OF MS unRetS-dnu is Almost as IamitiaT
with all the ongoings, Of tina, lowy lie which kept
oyerlowng the wales Of his native country for IN
counted years, whose murmuis are nov heard
sounding from afar, and whose pillows roll through
thick darkness. which poets eye aore can pierce
and penetrae-as Burns was familiar with the ia.
cund laughter Of the reapers on the cornheld which
his wit clothed in sunshine, the tears and signs
which his own poetry had won from the eyes and
bosoms of the children of nature. as they enjoyed
the mid day hour OF rest beneath the shadow Of the
huge row elm tree.
| Hence, though Scott comes 1ct before US clothed
as Burns u.s. with the most pathetic and impressive
PERSONAL power--so pathetic and imp from
all circumstances OF his character and condition, as
to be often fell TO be truly suhme-in which the
glorious poet is nobly lost in the still lori
GUS peasant-so that ever as We hear him singing,
we think we see him suffering, frequently most
II usi' al, most melancholy" even in his very rner-
rment, The transports of his inspiration being in
him still too closely allied with realy's kindred
agonies and the strings Of his Tyre haply yielding
their finest music the breath of its poor masters
signs Of sorrow or repentance; We, Scott always
comes before US as Burns never once ccnid come.
with that mghter, because more majestic power.
which belongs TO genius when enriched by knowl-
edge, enlightened by wisdom, and elevated by viz
tue 10 the highest poetcal elevation OF his nature,
we still feel its 6ne humanity, az d never fail if we
read Alright, to derive from works hat seem to aim
only at our amusement, lessons oil high pst,ut ,icn
high indeed, if there be on eaih no greater
earthly blessings than free. bold, generous snd
contented Spirit, National Ind, pendence, Liberty
and Patriotism.
The true point Of wealth consists in not being
too near to, nor too Ear frop, poverty.