The Labor enquirer., 1884-01-26

With Ensiands idiot King, George III.
His sentiments which were freely ex-
pressed. were on the side Of the rebels.
4Poor rammy Gag within case
Was kept ct Boston hA', man,
TIL willie Howe took owel the knowe
For Philadelphia, msn.
WI sword and gun hc thought sin
Guild Christian bluid to draw, man
But 1t New York, WI knife and fork,
sir Lion he hacked smas, man"
For this Burns was banned. The
minions of the British government, but
for the interposition Of influential
friends, would have dismissed him from
the eHice of gauger. Could he have
played the artful hypocrite or the plant
sycophant he might have slipped into
the robes and dignity of some lucrative
Office; but no, he chose to labor for man
kind-the cause in which he sliyed,
moved and had his being Had he
lavished his genius on q bloated George,
as Tennyson is doing on tie Guelph
family, his chances would have been
equally as good to be elevated to the
peerage, as was Tennyson the other day.
In worming through his life we cannot
remain blind to his faults and failings.
Let us throw over them the mantle OF
charity.
course an ungrateful man that can be
pleased,
And yet find fault with the author Of the
pleasure"
1t has been well and truly said that
"Shakespere is the poet Of the palace;
Burns is the poet of the cottage, and the
houses betwixt them is not worth a
d-n." Shakespere scars high in the
classics, where few can follow; Goethe
ascends to the stars, Byron is on the
ocean, Moore is in the luxurious east,
and Milton wends his way to the gates
of theological heaven. But Burns is
ever at home with the verdant grass,
flowers. shrubbery and trees of his native
hills and valleys; in the homely land
scape which the poor see around them.
When
'sThe wintry west extends his blast,
And the hail and rain does blaw."
The bleak leagues of pasture and stub
BILE, ice and sleet, and rain and snow
choked brooks. birds, hares, mice, lambs,
horses, kye, thistles and heather which
he daily knew. He sang his Bonny
Doons and John Anderson, NY Joes, and
Auld Lang Synes. His love songs still
WOO and melt the 'lovers wandering
mid the vine clad hill" Thomas Caral-
lyle, the predominating British intellect
of the time, has spent the best and most
Ineligible effort of his genius in a
criticize estimate of the powers and char
acter of Burns. ''The excellence of
Burns" says he, ''is indeed among the
rarest; whether in poetry or prose; but
at the same time it is plain and easily
recognized. 1t is his sincerity, his in
disputable air of truth, that wins for him
the admiration of mankind"
Among the many brilliant and sublime
words that Emerson has said of Burns
can be found in the following:
"The memory of Burns-I am afraid
heaven and earth have taken too good
care of it to leave us anything to say.
Open the windows behind you and
hearken for the incoming tide, what the
waves say of it. The doves perching
always on the caves of the stone chapel
opposite may know something about it.
Every name in broad Scotland keeps his
fame bright. The memory of Burns
every mans, and boys, and girls head
carries snatches of his songs, and can
say them bv heart, and, what's strangest
of all, never learned them from book.
but from mouth to mouth. The winds
whisper them, the birds whistle them,
the corn, barley and bullrush es hoarsely
rustic them. Nay, the music boxes of
Geneva are framed and toothed to play
them; the hand organs of the, Savoyards
in all cities repeat them. And the
chimes of bells rereat them in the spires.
They are the property and the solace Of
mankind"
I, genial bard, o minstrel pure!
o sterling patriot, true as steel
Whoe'er to mankind could be truer,
Who could their sorrows deeper feel? ?,
Thy fondest thoughts was for their veal,
Thy lifelong labors for their rights.
So love shall e'er reward thy zeal, Il
And memory sanctify thy name. H.
>.. A. M. d.
Williamsburg, Colo, Jan, Is. :
TO YOUNG PEOPLE.
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