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rage festival, had been withdrawn to give her
'decent burial"
ROBERT BURNs-.4n Eloquent Tribute. The
last number of the Christian Examiner con-
tains a review of Rev. MIR. Putnam's celebrated
Phi Beta Kappa Grafton. In the course of his
remarks, the reviewer pays the following elo-
quent, feeling, and just tribute to the charac-
ter of Burns, which will be read with deep in
terest by the numerous admirers Of the Scottish
bard:
"The class is not small of the sons of genius
and Of song to which Byron belongs, and of
which he is the head. But there is one whose
name sometimes is put with it, whom we can
not consign to such an association. We mean
the bard of Scotland. Burns is not of this class;
and we could not even mention him in this
connection, had not his example been intro
duced as warning, not much to the purpose
of his argument, as it seems to us,-by Mr.. Put
nam IN his oration 1t cannot be SAID of Burns,
that, judged by any standard, even the highest,
he failed ofsuccess, as poet. Nor will it be
said that he owed his success to his head and
not to his heart,-to his intellectual gifts rath-
or than to his moral graces. Burns was not a
To him who looks beyond the outside of char
acter, who pierces to the springs Of action, to
the penctralia of thought, sentiment, desire and
affection, he appears far better than many
whose outward garb is faircr.
Call him irail, as reed trembling in the VIM
try blast, call him erring, tax him as q sinner
sigh over him, (but you will weep wih him.
pity him with deep, OVERLOOKING sadness and
sympathy; but oh! say not he was vile; put him
not in the scat with the scorner with the protane,
with the corrupter of other men; him, of heart
so large, filled with all sweet and tender hu-
NANTES, kim, whose poetry is the music Of
nature singing its truth and love, its sadness
and Joy, its beauty and beneficenco to a listen
ing world grateful as the breeze of spring,
gentle rs the autumn sun, silvery bright as the
due on the banks Of Doom in child and sire,
peasant and prince, man and woman alike,
touching every chord that vibrates to youthful
love, to domestic duty, to grief, to social enjoy
ment, to national honor, breathing checrily in
the work shops, over the fields, and at the
hearths of honest toll, and with sofest spirit
soothing the heart of lonely and neglected sor-
row,-instinct with all that is lovelest in man
or angel;-hm you cannot give over to the por-
ton OF the lost, nor consgn TO the tomb OF the
forgotten! His weakness, his errors, his vices
even,-ior alas! he had them, reached only
the court of the temple in which his genius
dwelt; whilst that temple itself, hung round
with golden lamps, continued to his last hour,
! through all the storms that beat upon its roof
to shine with clear effugence, and to charm
with the rich and chaste magnlfcence, of its
first morning.
| Take your Voltaire, already gone to his own
place, beyond the reach Of any attempts of
French galvanism to resuscitate him,
Goethe, with his morality of seltishness
wrought and polished into the beauty of a sta
tue, and his religion of sensuality spiritualized
and adorned with angelic graces,-yon Shell
ly and Byron, though we part with them not
without reluctance and tears,-take these and
do what you will with them; write over the al
cove that contains their productions the dread
full letters, that shook the heart of the monarch
of Babylon with terror, weighed in the ba-
lances and found wanting" but Burns is not of
them, and descends not into their doom. The
world cannot spare him. He is embalmed for
preservation in the delighted memory of ages.
For the good that was in him he is loved; and
for the good he has done humanity, virtue, re-
ligon, claim him as their friend. Burns will
live when all we who speak his name, and all
our doings, are forgotten"