The Arkansas banner., 1844-11-06

inglv adverse but friendly necesslty--l III these they are all commoners with one another. He who cheers, who solaces, who lnsplrlts, who honors, who exalts the lot of the la borer. is the poet alike of all the sons of ln- dustry. The mechanic who inhablts smoky atmosphere, and in whose ear an unwhole- some din from workshop and thoroughlare rings hourly, hangs from his rafter the caged linnet. and the strain that should gush free from blossomed or green bough, that should he mixed in the murmur of the brook, mixes in and consoles the perpetual noise of the loom or the forge Thus Burns sings more especially to those whose manner of lie he entirely shares but he sings precious me- ,oento to those who walk in other and less nleasant ways. Give then the people know Iedoe. without stint, for it nurtures the soll. But let us never forget, that the mind of man has other cravings-that It draws noufish- ment from thoughts, beautiful and tehdef' such as lay reyiving dews on the orooPlhg fancy. and are needed the more by hIm 10 whom they are not waited fresh from the face of nature. This virtue of these pastoral and rural strains to penetrate and permeate conditions of existence different from those ] in which they had their origln, appears wheresoever we follow them. In the mlne, in the dungeon, upon the great waters, Ill re- mote lands under fiery skies, Burns poetry goes with his countrymen Faithfully DOT trayed, the image of Scotland lives there; and thus she holds, more alpably felt, her hands upon the hearts of her children, whom the constraint of fortune or ambitious enter prise carries aiar from the natal shores. Unre- pining and unrepentant eXies, to whom the haunting recollectons of hearth and field breathes in that dearest poetry, not with homesick singings of heart, but with home invigorated hopes that the day will come when their eyes shall have their desire, and their feet again feel the greensWard and the heather-bent of Scotland. Thus is there but one soul in this our great National Festival: while 10 swell the multtudes that from morn ing light continued aocking towards old Ayr, till at midday they gathered into one mighty mass in front of Burns Monument, came en- thusiastic crowds from countless towns and villages, from our metropolis. and from the great City of the West, along with the sons of the soil dwelling all round the breezy up- lands of Kyle, and in regions that stretched away to the stormy mountains of Morven.
 Sons of Burns Interiors of the name which we proudly revere, you claim in the glad solemnity which now unites us, pri- viledged and more fondly affectlonate part. To the honor with which we would deck the memory of your father, your presence, and that of your respected relations, nor less that of her sitting Ill honor by her side, who |. -cI Il | I Il f daughter at his dying bed, give an impressive living reality; and while we pay this tribute to the poet, whose glory, beyond that of any other, we blend with the renoWn of Scotland, Il is satisfaction to Us that we pour not our praise in the dull cold ear of death Your lives have been passed for many years asun- der; and now that you are freed from the duties that kept you so long from one an- other, your intercourse, wherever and when ever permitted by your respective lots to be renewed, will derive additional enjoyment from the recollection of this day-a sacred day indeed to brothers. dweling-even if apart-in unity and peace. And there is one whose warmest feelings, have the best req son to know, are now with you and Us. as we'll on your own account as for the sake of your great. parent, whose character he re- spects as much as he admires his genius, though 1t has pleased heaven to visit him with such affliction as might well deaden even ;n such heart as his, all satisfaction even with this festival. But two years ago, and James Burns was the proud and happy father of three sons, all worthy of their race. One onl y now survives and may he in due time return from India to be comfort, if but for short, sacred season, to his old agel But Sir Alexander Burns-a name that will not dle-and his gallant brother have perished. as all the world knows, in the flower of their life-ioully murdered in barbarous land.- For them many eyes have wept; and their country, whom they served so faithfully. deplores them among her devoted heroes.- 1 Our sympathy may not soothe such grief as his; yet 1t will not be refused, coming to him along with our sorrow for the honored dead Such a father of such sons has far other cancellations.
 In nc other way more acceptable to your selves could l hope to welcome you, than by thus striving to give an imperfect utterance to some of the many thoughts and feelings that have been crowding into my mind and heart concerning your father And have felt all along that there was not only no mpropriety in my doing so, after lhe address of om no- ble chairman. but that 1t was even the more required of me that l should speak in a kin dred spirit, by that very address, altogether so worthy of his high character, and so ad- mirably appropriate to the purpose of this memorable day. Not ndw for the first time, by many times, has he shown how we'll he understands the ties by which, in a country lik this, men of high are connected witt men of humble birth, and how amply he is endowed with the qualities that best secure attachment between the Castle and the Cot tage. We rise to welcome you to your Fa- ther's land.
 From he Globe.
 Extract from a letter. dated
 LEEsBURG, VA, Oct. 3, i5i4. h NI