The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-09-10

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getting that tlC Master Dos tHg .0w-F
Manager came.
50 o. sou know aIl the strange story and
double picture YOU iusilurtyt.E turn from
the vague hutio0nerp casual ui.-ri-- inter-
prei iu The hrst part. to rlu later and BET
Ter part. where the Strlu-. fine tread OK
poet and man first truly set l- go the
scenes where few lrrpverauf pilgrims
come: and here. at the utmost source OF
. the bonnie Doom, with insisting eyes you
look over into Nith-yalc past old Dumfrles
town 20 The roaring SolWay tides and
seen 10 know. as of a loved one gone. The
deeper teuderer mysteries of his en-
yiruumcut and life. The period covers
the ten years preceding his death from
his twCnty-seyeuth 10 his thirty seventh
wear of age; a period into which was
crowded more personal hope and disap-
pOiutmeut, JOY and suffering, remorse for
impulsive wrong-dOiug, heaven Of purest
domestic bliss, temptation and victory,
agonized despair and triumph than fall
to the lot of most great men in their en-
tire lives. There were hrst the Glsown-
ment and desertion by Jean Armour; the
betrOthal 10 Highland Mary, with the sad
parting and her tragic death; the publ
cation Of one now priceless though then
humble kllmarnOck edition of mis- poems
triumphant visit to Edinburgh; the gen
erous caring for the mother and broth
ers the glad reunion with his Jean, and
the BODYBUILDING at Ellisland over there
by the sOugful NTH
Then came the brief, bright days. The
proceeds Of settlement with Creech, his
Edinburgh publisher, Melted him the then
munihCent sum of about $500 Magnani-
mously generous always. much of this
III Z 1,r g..
tune Burns ever knew, went TO jeans
parents, and to assist his brother Gilbert
Burns in averting disaster in the lauter's
farm-life efforts. His lucky meeting with
the ingenious and kindly Patrick Miller of
Dalswinton Hall, has occurred. 1t had
been settled that the poet, who hated the
city with a royal hatred, should return to
the plough. The nobility of the day never
quite fOrgave this plebeian longing and
love- the source of his grandest inspira-
tions. The beautiful farm of Ellsland,
five miles above Dumfries, was taken at
a rental of ESQ per year. Burns unaided
began his farm labors the first Monday
after Whitsunday, 1888. He toiled man
fully until the autumn of that year mean
time singing many lusty song to his alb
sent wife, and built the lovely cottage
which stands EMPOWERED in roses to this
day
And then was celebrated the simple
but glorious Homecoming, when, with
rustic rites, and his bonnie Jean upon his
arm, preceded by a peasant girl carry
ing the family Bible and a bowl of salt"
he marched proudly into his little home
heaven beside the winding NTH. All evil
dences agree that in the brief period Of
a trihe over two years, between Whit
sunday. 1888 and Martinmas, 1871, Burns
and his good Jean experienced an Eden
of labor and love, despite their final en-
forced departure. 1t was also the period
of Burns best and greatest poetic ac-
But more children came
to them. These must be supported. The
crops failed and inevitable ruin was APP
preaching. 1t was then, with nowhere
else on earth to turn, with no one on
earth TO defend him from the wretched
influences of such environment, that to
save his wife and children from actual
want, he was forced to accept the gov
ernment position of exciseman at the beg
carly pittance of $50 per year. The five
remaining years of his life after the poet,
his Jean and their three children, Robert,
Francis Wallace and William Nicol, re-
moved to the humble lodgings, and then
their cottage home, in DumfIies, check
cred, sad, pathetic beyond comprehension,
are known to all.
1t is because you see along the witching
J.
sturdy, weak as you or in like pIights,
generous, magnanimons pitiful, great.
that you linger and still linger here. You
can see him singing at his toll by day. or
by the ingle-neuk with Jean and the
BARNS at night, or still, by the little
south window, working away at the tiny
deal table when the inspiration came
You see him guest of lairds or companion
of cottagers, and beloved of all There
ie not in all this fair domain a aact1a
gentlemain's seat. a cabin, or an old road
side inn, that existed in Burns time,
which does not possess some relic of the
poet, or some revered memory of
his one-time presence. The eyes of your
consciousness may know, all through
Dumfriesshire and Kirkcudbrightshir
at this farmhouse of some unre-
corded kindness; at the, next of some
pleasant incidents at another, of an old
adventure; now of perhaps a forgivable
registering; then, of some blessed help in
time of need again, of festyity of which
he was the life, and AGAIN of prayer.
Prayer from Burns? Yes, prayer with
the living and at the couch of the dead,
among those so lowly that somehow
those spiritual excisemen' who delighted
to league the poet exciseman with Aud
Hornie' had no time from their "highcr''
parochial duties to minister there. You
see him riding about the country on his
two horses Pegasus" and Peg Nichol-
son, not as exciseman rapacious with
the scourging Instruments of
law, but keen with friendly warnings
instead ever leaning to the
side of mercy; saving, not running, the ig-
norant and lowly. You see him. as the
bitter days come on ; with a curse in your
heart on the curse which cursed his life,
when the hand of poverty crushed him,
and there was no helping one to save
You see him a Brow Wen with the con
sciousness of death, still the most lovable
of men, and alone with his Bible there.
You see him carried back to the little cot
tage to die, and you hear then from the
lips of loyal Jean the mighty disproof of
all slanderous tongues in the one sentence,
ever clarifying the husband and man,
''He never spoke misbehadden word to me
in d his life" And you know that ten
der husband and loyal wife rest together
beside the songful NTH
Two tiny streams, hardly more than
brooks at some seasons of the year, and
having their sources in respective lochs
like little mountain tarns, are the real
source of the Doom. These little lochs
lie at the eastern and northern edges of
Merrick Mountain. They have the Gu
rious appellation of Eagton lane and Gal
low, or Gala, Lane They flow north and
empty into greater loch called Loeb
Doom, an eXpanse of water perhaps seven
miles III length and nearly a mile in
width. This in turn discharges its waters
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