The Ward County independent. [volume] (Minot, Ward County, N.D.) 1902-1965, 1911-02-02

And his faithful Bonnie Jean" new
er BONNER and better loved by him
than now. - his last few fading
hours slipped past. said. as she
smoothed his tear wet pillow. and
cooled his tevered brow with loving
hands: "Oh, yea. Robin. the ward
Ill no forget W whan ye're deed:
but. dinna ye fash ABBOTT the warld
MOOT" Thus died the gifted bard Of
Bonnie Doom, who wrote, and deeply
experienced in his own short che
quered life that great truth, that
MAN was made to mourn!" rs
At eight O'Clock the members wear
ing their tartan badges, adorned with
a beautiful portrait Of Burns, assembl-
ed in the large parlors which were
decorated with Highland Heather and
pictures of the Mon frae Ayr" and
opened the festivities by singing,
There was Lad was born in Kyle
after which the president gave the
toast of the immortal memory of Ro-
bert Burns, saying:
"Blrns stands among the immortals
on the summit Of the mountains. Men
gather all the world over in places
such as this, and silently pledge his
memory.
On that famous Jan. Is, 1859, there
was lad that was born in Kyle who
was destined to become Scotland's
great poet and writer Of songs. which
referred to the impulses Of the whole
Scottish natioual life! Burns had
given them the whole sentiment OF
the Jacobite rebellion. songs Of ordi-
nary homely duties, and songs of the
country. Commentators have worn
out every word Of praise that could
be bestowed upon the poet ploughman
of Scotland. Pilgrims in years gone
by have wandered to the "thatched
hut" in which he was born to prove
that the bank Of Avon where Shakes
pears saw light. is not holier ground
than the banks of Ayr or Doom.
What has Burns written? What has
he not written? He who could melt
with love or fire with rage, has de-
picted every emotion in the human
breast. He weaves his wand and 10;
before US are the "Snaw" white locks
of John Anderson my Jo.", He
weaves his wand again for Aud
Lang Syne,' and next we see "Twa
Dogs who are thankful they are not
of our race. Then the wizard with
his magic stroke proves, "A mans q
man for a that" He philosophises
on a daisy and a mouse; he sings to
Mary in Heaven and delivers an ad-
dress to the very Dell himself.
There 10 no occasion to lift the veil
behind which the dead are out OF
sight, but ill starr'd' a. .har Was
Robert Burns has built himself liv-
ing monument and kings for such b
tomb might wish to die.
Enough that Scotland's eyes we're
opened in time to succor and honor
those who bore the poets name and
that now she cherishes with an I'm
dying love, the memory Of Robert
Burns"
Major Person, accompanied by Mrs.
Person rendered one of his many
musical numbers in his usual brilliant
way which was received with much
applause. J. S. Wallace gave a hum
orous reading in the braid auld Scot
fish style, which denoted he was frae
north o. the Tweed. DIR. and Mrs.
Storey rendered, 20, vert thou in the
cauld blast in happy style which
went to show a pair Of cultured must
clans. The doctor is Of the land Of the
Rose" but his guad wife can lay claim
to wear the Hunter" tartan and whom
she sang my AIN Folk" the style
and pathetic strain in which it was
sung. denoted her heart was IN the
Highlands" The piano solo by Miss
Pearl Smallwood showed musical cul-
ture and it being her first appear
ance in the club, it Is to be hoped
she win be heard from again. The
reading on Burns by Miss Annie Clark
was appropriate and iven in q style
that denoted she was familiar with
the life and songs of the Scottish
poet.
Perhaps one of the best numbers
was the address by Rev. J. M. Suther-
land Of North Minot. who recently
came from Brandon, Man, to take
charge of the Congregational church
here. His subject was THE Appre-
citation Of Burns Poetry" He said:
When our excellent host gave the
toast To the Immortal memory he
placed and rightly placed Robert
Burns among the 1mmortals; for