The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1873-03-19

guess and fear.
Or on the second:
Even thou who mourned the daisy's fate.
That fate is mine. No distant date
Stern Ruins plowshare drives elate
Full on thy bloom,
TIL crushed beneath the furrow' weight
Shall he thy DOOM
The Address to the DELI
unique in the English language. Hi
great heart asks. half in humor, hal
in sadness, whether even for the Arcl
Enemy, who, 'in Eden's bonnie yard,
''gied the infant world a shog mais
ruined ay," there may not be repent
ance and recover.
But fare we weel, Aud Nickie ben,
Oh, wad We take thought and men,.
Ye aiblins mght-I dinna ken
Still hae a stake.
/ I'm wac to think upon yon den
Ey'n for your sake.
What can more strikingly illustrat,
not only the sympathy, which the po
ct felt with the songsters Of the woot
and the green braes and rippling wa
ters of the Doom, but the sympathy
which he expected in return, than tn,
lines known in every household where
English is spoken:
Ye banks and braes o. bonnie Doom
How can ye bloom sac fresh AMI fair,
How can ye chant ye little birI,
And sac weary. fu' o cares
In pictures of moral life. drawr
from the rustic piety of his father:
home Goldsmith and Crabbe fall fal
below him. Isaac Ashford" is touch
ing. The Village Pastor" move.
the heart to love and admire, but we
think no one who has read them and
''The Cotter's Saturday Night" could
hesitate to which to give the palm
The picture is complete The weary
cotter vending homeward from his
toll, "the expectant wee things" wait.
ing his return, Jenny, accompanied
by her lover, coming to deposit her
sair worn penny fee," the artless
blushing presentation of the "neebor
lad" to the old people, his welcome tc
the board crowned with the "halcsome
parritch chief o. Scotia's food;" and
the evening meal over, the circle form.
ed for family worship, when "the big
Ha-Bible aacc his fathers pride, is
brought out.
His bonnet reverenty Laid aside,
His lyart haffets wearin' thin and bare
lie wales portion with peculiar care.
And ''let US worship God" he says with solemn air
No wonder the poet who has in this
exquisite and inimitable pastoral con-
densed volumes into sentences. the
daily life of people into a few lines,
and brought them out of the fire, or
as genius at a white heat exclaims:
springs,
That makes her loved at homo, reveretl abroad
Princes and lords are but the breath Of kings:
An honest mans the noblest work Of God
Only two great lyrics have been
written within the limits of the four
seas of Britain, and Burns wrote one
of them. A nation, the expression OF
whose patriotism is found in
Scots wha hae wi Wallace bled.
Scots wham Bruce has aften led
Welcome to your CORY bed
Or to victory,
was not born to be slaves.
Burns had his faults. Who has
not? We may charitably apply to
him bis own lines:
Then gently sean your brother man.
Still ecntler sister woman:
Though they may gang kenning wraug.
To step aside is human.
Who made the heart, tits He alone
Decidedly can try us;
He knows each ehord-its various tones:
Each spring-its various bias.
Then at the balance let us be mute,
We never canadjust it;
What's done we partly may compute,
But know not what's resisted.
But whatever Burns had, be had no
hypocrisy, no malice in his compost
tion, no selfishness, no meanness. A
robust and manly independence which
scorned servifity, generosity far be-
yond his means, and an abiding be-
lief that the universe is governed by
moral as well as material laws. were
always uppermost in the man. With
these traits of manhood before US, we
may surely say, in the words Of anoth-
en- scarcely less unfortunate
Thy faults and thy follies.
Whatever they were.
BE their memory lost,
As the winds the air.
No reproaehes from me,
On thy corse shall be thrown;
Let the man who is siuless
Uplift the first stone.
Over the wide continent of Amer
lea, from the Atlantic to the Pacific,
in Australia India and the Cape of
Good Hope wherever Scotchmen are
found, no less than in his native land,
the birthday of ScotlaEd's greatest
poet is celebrated.
Christopher North, than whom no
man better understood him, says"
Buried with his bones be all remem-
brance of his miseries. But the spirit
of song which was his true spirit un-
polluted and unfallen, lives and breathes
and has its being in the pleasant life
of Scotland. His songs, which are
house hold words, consecrated by the
charm TINT is in all the hearts purest
affections, love and pity, and the joy
Of grief shall never decay till among
the people have decayed the virtues
which they celebrate and by which
they are inspired.
Mark Ywain's Account of Jim smiley.
There was fellow here once by
the name of Jim Smiley, in the Win
ter of'49-or may be it was the spring
Of 80 don't recollect exactly, some
how, though what makes me think it
was one or the other is because | re-