The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-12-23

the pulpit were closed and deserted;
II the guidance Of maternal love
were lost by universal orphange, and
every youth would practice the philosophy
Friend, SO far as the limit of this life ex-
tends, the world would be a paradise in
comparison to what it is.
shakespeare, the great Interpreter of the
human heart, surpases Burns in his stores
OF natures lore. But he speaks to the in
tellect. and we hear him with delight and
wonder. Burns speaks through nature
70 the heart. Shakespeare shows us ma
tute, put Burns takes us by the hand and,
throwing enchantment over field and wood
oy the melody of song, leads us among
natures beauties and teaches us to love
her: We wander joyfully and lovingly
with him along the winding Ayr and see 1t
surgling kiss its pebbled shore; we take
no note OF time as we stroll along the
banks and among the braes of Bonnie
Doom; with delight we linger beneath the
fragrant birch and hawthorn boar; we
hear in ecstasy the birds sing love on ev-
cry spray and, with him, we watch at
dawn to see the jocund lark rise on dewy
wing to greet the purpling east.
But the enehantment, the uncloying
charm of Robert Burns rs his universal
love He loved nature, the birds, the
birds, flowers. streams, mountains
and lakes, and he loved mankind as
well. If you would have friends you must
show yourself friendly So speaks holy
writ. If we would be loved, we must be
loving. Burns loved not for requital, but
because he was born to love. He despis-
ed hypocrisy and cant. He abhored tyr
amy in state or church. He maintained
the dignity and equality of man. Though
man be poor, be ignorant and humble,
yet, if honest and true, he is "a man for
a that Scotland-yes, the world-owes
more to his great heart than to his etful-
gent genius. His genius is but the decora-
ton, the rich outward trapping of his low
ing SOUL No coloring from the brush of
Michael Angelo can add charm or grace
to the spiritual beauty of the Madonna.
THE Avon is hallowed by the birth of
genius on it's banks. The Alton is dear
to our hearts from the song of love that
will sweetly flow on mingled with its gentle
stream forever. We feel a sweeter ten
derness for the Mountain Daisy, because
he poured his loving plant over its snowy
bosom, when his rude ploughshare crush
ed it among the stoure. Even the wee,
tim'rous beastie, the mouse, awakens our
sympathy because his tender heart mourn
ed its sad fate, and called it his earth
born companion and fellow mortal
And who that has madly loved and
lost, who that has loved with ecstacy, but
loved in vain, does not with tenderest
sympathy and deepest generation turn to
the lover stretched upon the sheaves afield
o POs, ms OU' 'iic ans uiSll u d VI O>SH
heart to his Mary in heaven? So long as
there shall be rapture in human love; so
long as we shall mourn our loved ones
dead; so long as sweet Alton shall flow
gently among its green braes; so long as
John Anderson, my Jo,' and his devoted
spouse, beginning the journey of life with
locks like the raven, shall lovingly move
on till their locks are white as snow,
then, tottering down the hill hand in
hand, shall sleep together at the foot;
so long as friendship is more than name,
and auld acquaintance shall not be for
got, but will
TAX a cup o. kindness yet
For Aud Lang Syne,'
and long after the brilliant genius of Rob
ert Burns shall have dimmed in the far
away youth of the world grown old. the
memory of this lover of nature and of his
race, will be cherished in the bosom of
mankind"