Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1901-06-06

spirit winch might have scared. could
it but have walked, soon sank to the
dust. it's golden faculties trodden un-
der foot in the blossom, and died, we
may almost say, without ever having
lived.
During his entire life Burns heart
was ever in the tolls Of some fair en-
SLAYER. But the period of enchantment
each time was short. No sooner had
one butterfly fitted from his view
than he was off again, with unabated
zeal, in quest of another. Among the
first of his loves was Jean Armour,
whom he eventually married. His ac-
quaintance with bonnie Jean was an
event which cOlored all his after life.
imparting to it some of it's brightest
lights and darkest shadows. 3E
MisfOrtunes began gathering around
tue poet on all sides, and Burns deter
mined to leave the country and go to
Jamaica, but got no further than Ed.
inburgh, where, by publishing d vol
ume of poems, to obtain money for
his passage, he placed himself before
lion Of the season. The next object
of his affection was Mary Campbell.
She promised to become his wife, but
even while preparing for her wedding
death came between them and they
were never united. How tenderly, how
, lovingly, he speaks of her in his songs
his Highland Mary: go
20, pale. pale now those ruby lips
l oft haze kissed sac fondly! p.
And closed for aye the sparkling
! glance, -..." r. -
! That dwelt on me sac kindly! @a
And mouldering now in silent dust
The heart that loved me deally, -
But still within my bosOm's core .
Shall live my Highland Mary"
What can we say of Burns as q
man, and as poet? During his life
he was considered phenomenon and
now when he has been many years in
the grave, he is phenomenon still.
From Ayrshire he came, with all the
shrewdness of it's peasantry, the pas
sion of it's lovers, and the wild mirth
of it's kinks and hallowe'ens. Of every
thing he was brimful and overflowing.
What mirth, melancholy, pity, anger,
passion, sensitiveness and ho1nely sa-
! gacity.
He had his faults, but. they arose
out of his splendid richness. We know
the best and worst of him. He himself
has told it. He battled against adverse
circumstances, he fell before his race
was run, and his untold fame rests
not in songs upon which hours of
thought and study were spent, but
which came to him with the blooming
flowers and the sunshine, just as the
carol to the throat of the warbling
bird.
| Country born and bred, he comes to
us with full store of the freshness
which surrounded him., We fairly
smell the new turned earth, the haw-
thorne blossom and the breath of kline.
Each flower, each bird, had for him
! a peculiar interest.
Listen, while he speaks to the noun
tain daisy which his plow had ruth
lessly torn from it's stem:
"Wee, modest, crimson tipped flower
Thou's met me in an evil hour,
For 1 maun crush among the stoure
| Thy tender stem.
To spare thee now is past my power,
Thou Bonnie jern.
The Haunting. flowers our gardens
t yield,
High sheltering woods and mas
maun shield,
But thou beneath the random bield
clod or stane.
Adorns the histie stibble field, unseen,
alone. $ ssl
In every song which Burns wrote
we feel q hurry AN impetus which
gives rls the impression Of boundless
resource. His songs did not grow;