The daily exchange. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1858-1861, 1861-01-28
THE BURNS CLUE.


Painch, trpe or tharm,
Weel are ye wordy Of grace
As lang's my ARM
were Scotch to entirety. The utmost attention
was given to the poetical apostrophe, and at the
close, the heartiest applause followed. When full
justice had been done to the good things, the cloth
was removed, and the favorite beverage, smoking
from the pitchers, passed round. The President
called for order, and delivered the following ad-
dress
Gentlemen Of the Burns Club Il rejoice to meet you
all more around this festive board We loyal
and true to Robert Burns from the East to the West,
from the South to the North of this great Union Let
shake hands this night, with any good fellow come from
where he may If he swear eay to Robert Burns and
sing John Anderson my Jo Coming through the Rye,
Pretty Jane. We are a Burns Club, and are not
ashamed of our head and name.
We miss of brethren here to night. That
entless scythe DEATH has mown down noble Scot,
whose chair is vacant here tonight He of those
men whom people miss when he is gone The SAVIOR of
his name fingers behind him. as II unwilling to quit the
region in which he dwelt, and which he made beloved
Our friend, Charles Farquharson, is gone
80 fades Summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are DER;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies wave along the shore.''
Why do we like Burns SO muchS Because Burns liked
much. He had an intense love for mankind-he
loved not kind only, but he had vast regard for
lc0maH kind too; and in return all mankind love the
memory of Burns In fact all hearts are his The vii
lage maiden pays her arless homage to his lays. And
SO does the upon her throne The of Burns
are sung by the sailor on every sea- by the soldier on
wieds the ponderou axe The maid in the cabin works
nimbly she sings-"Duuean, he came here to
wooo And the old folks recruit their tagging love
with genial dool of John Anderson, my Jo' mrth
and tears equally at the disposal of his His
songs stir patriotism which is terrible in its intens
ty His Scots wha hae wi Wallace bled," should be
surg with the throat of the whrlwind
wish America had poet who could calm pas
sions and make remember are brothers and that
whole country and whole Union yet remains to
wish had few patriotic songs which could be sung
by all and in all parts of this glorious Union But we
arPD 0t n tnn Of 81 piupi inst now We won
rather fighter rather threaten to fight fol after ALL
great strength lies in shouting aloud and threatening
that "Iike rat without tail we'll do, wen do well
do
If Burns American citizen he would be the
Union, but be would search with his genius the hum
buggery of the day and immortaze the traitors toAmer
by putting them into the pillory of his poetry He
was ever true to himself and to his divine art
mo fear that Time, with men like him,
The radiance of Fame should dim;
And for this simple
That Time has happily no force
To change the onward even course
OF Nature and her laws
Now, gentlemen want great assistance here to night
which reminds me of an adecdote You have heard of
the Parish Idiot Scotland Tam Fraser the
of notable One day he went early to the kirk and
got into the pulpit The minister came and ordered Tam
to leave that Tam looked down with an air of com
posure, replying ''na na minister, just you up
ton and tnev need ms bath Be ready brother with
song or sentiment, This company needs bath. Not
that consider myself the idiot altogether else what
to think of YOU, who keep me at speeehmakiugP
Gentlemen, you must enjoy yourselves do not say
you are TO carouse till you fall under the table
tLaughterl
Did you ever hear the story of the Scotch Laird Who
after drinking bout found himself lying under the
hogauy2 Waking up, he found somebody fingers about
help; its either the devil the hangman' whist,
(growled boy mybusiness louise the handkerchefs
you wudn't choak, wudyou?' Take care-we have got,
no body to louise the handkerchiefs GLaughter
am happy to say that these and such like meetings,
supper Burns land in Burns time, small a
fair. Ferguson, the poet, describes one:
The Grace is said-its nae over lang;
The caret reams in bells.
Quo deacon, Let the toast round gang;
Come, Here's noble sells,
Weel met the day"
party met once at farmers houseto celebrate the re-
concation of two farmers who had long been at enmy
The host pressed the oddy Toast after went round
then came the drinking song
at is the Moon, I ken her horn,
That's blinkin in the lift sa HE,
She shines sac bright to wyle us hame.
But by my sooth she'll wait wee.'
II happened that the wife of the host very penur
Gus and grudged the outlay When at last at morning
hour the party dispersed the lady, who had not slept in
her anxiety looked the stairs and eagerly asked the
servant girl How many bottles of whiskey have they
used Betsy The lass who had not to for the whiskey
but had been obliged to the well to fetch the water
toddy cooly replied dnna ken men, but they've
drunken gan o. water. Laughter.
We Americans are not given this way; we are all tee
totsers-that is at home, and when we can't get il OF
rather to Scotch proverb, do as the Of For
far did-we take standing drink" But "Let that
flea stick to the wa There's water where the stir
kee browns"
Now, lest you should let loose the bagpipes me,
will call upon you to respond to the sentimento Of
Burns-Scotia's Bard-whose fame, like circle Of
FURNISHED gold goes round to the world. lApplausel
Mr.. Strrat was frequently interrupted during
the delivery of his remarks by the warmest demon
srations of appreciation, and at the close, Mr.. Bin
ney shouldered the pipes and played "Mckinzie'i
Coat of Arms" and Burns "Farewell to Tarbol-
ton" The pipes are the love of all Scotchmen
and particularly when assembled to do honor tc
the memory of one whose lyrics breathe the very
soul of Scottish poetry and music.
The President announced the first regular toast
as follows:
The Day CeIebrate-The birthday of the immortal
Robert Burns.
The Vice President Mir. William McClymont
was called on to reply to this toast. He excused
himsel by saying that the gentleman who on for
mer occasions had responded to that toast was alb
sent account of sickness in his family, which wal
deeply to be regretted He, however, anxious
to do his part towards promoting the enjoynen
Of the evening, and while he could not maxi s
speech, and was able to sing but little, he woult
do the best be could. He then sang Chanting Rob
in )" and although he apologized for his want o.
musical ability, the song was admirably sung.
I'd. Scotland
a nation famed for song and beauty's charms.
Jealous, yet modest-innocent, tho free
Patient of toll, serene amidst alarms,
Infexible in faith, invincible in arms ~
Mr.. John Sharer sang "The Bonnie Blue Bon
metz
Sd. The United Statss-One and insepsrable.
st s good to be merry and wise
It's good to be honest and true,
It's good to support Americas cause,
And bide by the red white and blue
Mr.. Louis A. Thomas was called on, and, in res
ponse, sung Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean
The song was received with perfect outburst 0
enthusiasm. All the company joined in the chorus
and at the close the applause was tumultuous.
4th. The Memory of the Immortal Washington.
Drank standing and in silence.
5M-The Press-The great conservator of civil ard re
ligous hberty-the Arguseyed sentinel on the watci
| tower of freedom.
| Beale Richardson, Esq, responded to this toast
He said that he had so frequently answered to thi
! same call, that it could scarcely be expected h
| could say anything new. The press of this cOun
! try was unfortunately principally OF party cast
| Much good and also much evil was the result o
| this. For himself, he was free to acknowledge tha
he was strong party man, but he never saw tn
time or the occasion that he could not'siEk all par
" productions for the good OF his country, or fOI
get the wearsome routine of professional labors
enjoy the hlarity OF occasion like the present
| The commemoration of the memory of Burns wa
sacred duty as we'll as infinite pleasure, no
only to Scotchmen but to mankind. Burn
could be claimed by no nation-his fam
wa, was the property of humanity, an n
could not but feel that he had interest in both
To early Scottish history he was indebted for h
first inspirations of patriotism. The stories OF tn
melancholy fate of William Wallace, and the patr
Bruce, were among his earliest impressions. II
had read them when boy, and boy learne
that one of the highest duties of life was a vene
| alton and deep love for country. That love sti
| existed within him, aad he looked upon any al
tempt to sever the bonds of the Union an al
worthy of the execrations of the human race. NJ
Richardson continued for some time in a simils
strain. Every reference he made to the perpetuit
of the Union was received with applause.
9th TIE Poets of America-Bryant Halleck, Lopgft
low, Holmes and Whttier-a brilliant constellation
poetic talent, Illuminating the highest civilization.
Thos. Wildey, Esq, responded to this toast +
singing "America, Commerce and Freedom"
7th. Alfred yennyson-From his resounding ly
rich noble melodies, full of deep thoughts al
lofty imag nings.
Mr.. John Stokes responded with song.
sth Lorer and the Poets of Ireland-"Aneels Whispe
that the poetic genius of the green isle ike the lamp
Kildares Shrine, never be extDguished
The President stated that Mr.. Mellon, who h;
on former occasions responded to this toast, W
not present. He was detained at home by the e
treme illness of several members of his family.
The President expressed regret at his absence an
sympathy for him in his affiiction, which we
shared in by the company. Mr.. j. b. kennard r
sponded to the toast with song.
9th. The Memory Of Sir Waltsr Seott-Ths high pri