Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1859-01-25

ere ever its loves its joys, its woes, its errors
sacred as with Burns Who has ever sung
> sEeetly, 50 tendcrly. 50 mournfuily OF them
efores We feel in reading him, that his heart
ictated aIl-that these are, as has been SAID be-
re, oaly the occasional expressions Of what he
Il Yet. with all this noble nature, this great
enius. he vas led astray-but how far and from
.rhat special causes, we do not presume to define
he, himself, tells US that he was formed with
-rAssions Wild and strong" and re know that the
circumstances which surrounded him were not
favorable to the full and healthy Development Of
such mind That poverty had depressed him,
md above all, that neglect, after tasting the nm
certain sweets of patronage, had embittered his
soul, and that the giimpses OF grandeur then OBJ
tained-the bitter contrast then instituted be-
tween .lhe powers of fate and his own in
ferior lot, discouraged and rendered him in ca
pable of finding enjoyment in the humble, bat
true and independent life which, after al, his
heart most approved. After being earessed and
Catered as 4 novelty BY his great patrons, was
Z it strange that his proud heart revolted when
scast aside after a season. or that the peace and
sweet content of his mind was broken uPt-
Carlyle, in speaking Of the failure in Burns
ife. says-"the heart, not Of hot blocded,
serss-monger, but Of a true poet and singer.
Eorthy of the old religious heroic times, had
been given him; and he fell in an age, not OF
leroism and religion, bat of skepticism, selfish
less, and triyiality. when true nObleness was
lite understood and its place supplied by
hollow, dis-social, and altogether unfruitful
principle of Pride The influence Of that age,
y, 20 cav moth
ing of his highly untoward situation, made ii
more than usually difficult for him to rePel or
resist; the better spirit that was within him,
ever sternly demanded its rights, its supremacy;
he spent his life endeavoring to reconcile these
two; and lost it, as he must have lost it, with
out reconciling them here
! We have alluded to the condition of litera-
tnre in Scotland, at the time Of Burns first APP
peared as writer, and have said that it was
period which gave him no. models, yet he es-
| tablshcd new era in the history Of British
poetry, and turned the literature of Scotland
Into a different channel--the effects Of
which have ever since been manifest
and well may his country enrol his
name high on the list OF her heroes and ben
efactors "a Scottish peasants life was the
. lneluGSL alIu IuuESt VI dAtt AF(St NNe-A DN''''
became a poet in it, and poet of it" He fully
and freely identified himself with his country
men, and in thinking and singing for them, he
has thought and sung for the world. How Of
ten does his affection for his country break forth
in the midst of his singing:
'Oh Scotia, ny dear native IoI,
For h99 az az 9rs5 E q. 2 hssysa Is Sent
BLESSED With health AID Pesee, and sweet content
/ He tells how long he has cherished
"a Hash mat % my hates. 9our.
ThAtI for poor aud seote's sake,
some useful plan book could make,
Said Fletcher, .'Iet me make the songs Of
people and you may make their laws Burns,
it is true, did not live long enough TO write
great poem, but he made for Scotland her songs,
and by the influence they have excited, the
world may judge how much he has done for
her In concluding this hasty tribute, we can
only say that it must be with mournful regret
alone that we contemplate this mighty spirit
sorrowfulIy wasted" There can be no harsh
judgement for one who himself so gently scam
ed his brother man and who in contemplating
the fraillies of our poor humanity thus tender
ly wrote what We may as tendcrly apply to him
self
| Who male The heart, lis Hg alonet
Decidedly try
He knows each chord, Its various tones,
| Each spring, its various bias;
a ia balance lets be mute
We adjust IL;
What's dOas partly may compute
Bat know not what's rsststeL
We CLEAN from our red wamus linsey woOlsey
cotemporaries, that Jenkins, ALBEIT GALLATIS
JENKINS, the brilliant embodiment and shiuing
representative OF the adjoining (xDdistrict, has
once more unpluggcd his physiognOmical port
hole. he has .fimbcrcd up his long-silent lin
iguistic battery. He has lerelcd his old rusty,
twaddling swivel of CAB. He had it crammed
to the very mouth with niggeristic cant, with
rant and round shot Ofnonseuse, Chain shot of