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Extempore Epistle to Mr. M'adam of Craigengillan

In Answer to an Obliging Letter He Sent in the
Commencement of my Poetic Career. Written in Nanse
Tinnock's, Mauchline.

First printed by Cromek, 1808.

Sir, o'er a gill I gat your card,
whisky, got

       I trow it made me proud;
pledge

See wha taks notice o' the Bard!
who takes

       I lap and cry'd fu' loud. —
leapt, full

5
Now deil-ma-care about their jaw,
little may, talk

       The senseless, gawky million;

I'll cock my nose aboon them a',
above, all

       I'm roos'd by Craigengillan.—
praised

'Twas noble, Sir; ‘twas like yoursel,

10
       To grant your high protection:

A great man's smile ye ken fu' well,
you know full

       Is ay a blest infection. —
always
 

Tho', by his banes wha in a tub
bones who

       Match'd Macedonian Sandy!
1

15
On my ain legs thro' dirt and dub,
own

       I independent stand ay. —
always

And when those legs to gude warm kail
good, broth

       Wi' welcome canna bear me;
cannot

A lee dyke-side, a sybow-tail,
stone-wall, onion-

20
       An' barley-scone shall cheer me. —

Heaven spare you lang to kiss the breath
long

       O' monie flowery simmers!
many

An' bless your bonie lasses baith,
girls both

       I'm tauld they're loosome kimmers!
told, lovable girls

25
An' God bless young Dunaskin's laird,
2

       The blossom of our gentry!

An' may he wear an auld man's beard,
old

       A credit to his country! 

John McAdam was an agricultural improver known to Burns (by repute) through his friend David Woodburn, factor of Craigengillan, an estate south of Mauchline. Editors prior to Kinsley suggest the poem was written in 1786, after the publication of the Kilmarnock edition; but Kinsley, on the basis that McAdam only appears in the addenda of the Edinburgh subscription list, takes this as indication that the poet's link with McAdam occurs only in 1787. This appears to be a case of switching one assumption for another, then having to argue that Burns must have misdated the poem in his Glenriddel Manuscript. It is probable Burns wrote it when and where he states, that McAdam's late subscription to the Edinburgh edition has no connection with the above poem, written as a response to a letter.

1
Diogenes. R.B.

2
Col. Quinton McAdam, son of John McAdam.

Prologue:

Spoken by Mr. Woods on his Benefit Night

Monday, 16th April, 1787.
First printed by Stewart, 1801.

WHEN by a generous Public's kind acclaim,

That dearest meed is granted — honest fame;

When
here
your favour is the
actor's
lot,

Nor even the
man
in
private life
forgot;

5
What breast so dead to heav'nly Virtue's glow,

But heaves impassion'd with the grateful throe.

Poor is the task to please a barb'rous throng,

It needs no Siddons's
1
powers in Southern's song;

But here an ancient nation fam'd afar,

10
For genius, learning high, as great in war —

Hail, CALEDONIA, name for ever dear!

Before whose sons I'm honor'd to appear!

Where every science — every nobler art —

That can inform the mind, or mend the heart,

15
Is known; as grateful nations oft have found

Far as the rude barbarian marks the bound.

Philosophy, no idle pedant dream,

Here holds her search by heaven-taught Reason's beam;

Here History paints, with elegance and force,

20
The tide of Empire's fluctuating course;

Here
Douglas
2
forms wild Shakspeare into plan,

And Harley
3
rouses all the God in man.

When well-form'd taste, and sparkling wit unite,

With manly lore, or female beauty bright,

25
(Beauty, where faultless symmetry and grace

Can only charm us in the second place,)

Witness my heart, how oft with panting fear,

As on this night, I've met these judges here!

But still the hope Experience taught to live,

30
Equal to judge — you're candid to forgive.

No hundred-headed Riot here we meet,

With Decency and Law beneath his feet;

Nor Insolence assumes fair Freedom's name;

Like CALEDONIANS, you applaud or blame.

35
O Thou, dread Power! Whose empire-giving hand

Has oft been stretch'd to shield the honor'd land!

Strong may she glow with all her ancient fire;

May every son be worthy of his sire;

Firm may she rise with generous disdain

40
At Tyranny's, or direr Pleasure's chain;

Still self-dependent in her native shore,

Bold may she brave grim Danger's loudest roar,

Till Fate the curtain drop on worlds to be no more! 

William Woods (1751–1802), an English actor, moved to Edinburgh during the 1770s and pursued his dramatic career there. He was latterly a friend of the poet Robert Fergusson and is mentioned in Fergusson's
Last Will
. It was probably this connection that drew Burns to Woods, who played ‘Ford' in
The Merry Wives of Windsor
during his benefit night on 16th April, 1787. Stewart (1801) took his text from a newspaper publication, while Henley and Henderson's version is from an early draft.

This poem is far more complicit than
Address to Edinburgh
with the genteel capital's deep but doubtful self-regard in aesthetics and social matters. Ironically, given Woods' friendship with Fergusson, it is the very antithesis of Fergusson's satirical vision of the middle class ‘national' sentimentality of Edinburgh's propertied classes. Ll. 30–1 are also particularly unBurnsian. Consciously or otherwise, the
Scots Prologue
later written for the Dumfries theatre almost exactly reverses what is said here about Scotland and poetry.

1
Sarah Siddons (1755–1831), an English actress who played at Edinburgh in the 1780s. 

2
John Home's tragedy
Douglas
(1756) was viewed by many Scots as an improvement to Shakespeare.

3
The Man of Feeling, wrote by Mr MacKenzie. R.B.

Where Wit May Sparkle –

To William Dunbar of the Crochallan Fencibles

First published here as lines by Burns.

Where Wit may sparkle all its rays,

        Uncurst with Caution's fears;

And Pleasure, basking in the blaze,

        Rejoice for endless years.

These lines were written by Burns in a letter of 30th April, 1787 to William Dunbar, the
Rattlin Roarin Willie
of Burns's song and Colonel of the convivial, radical Enlightenment club, the Crochallan Fencibles. They are introduced ‘… I have a strong fancy that in some future excentric Planet, the Comet of a happier System than any which Astronomy is yet acquainted, you and I, among the harum-scarum Sons of Imagination and Whim, shall recognise OLD AQUAINTANCE –' (Letter 99). There are no quotation marks to indicate they are by another author. Burns normally marks the work of other authors with quotation marks, or applies the poet's name. No editor of the collected letters suggests an author, nor have the lines been identified as the work of Burns or another. The letter first appeared with Hogg and Motherwell's edition in 1835, but since, no one has commented on the lines. As they are in the poet's hand and without quotation marks, it is almost certain they are his.

Epistle to Wm. Tytler of Woodhouselee
,

Author of a Defence of Mary Queen of Scots -

With an Impression of the Author's Portrait
First printed by Currie in 1800.

REVERED Defender of beauteous Stuart,

       Of Stuart! — a Name once respected,

A Name which to love was once mark of a true heart,

       But now 'tis despis'd and neglected. 

5
Tho' something like moisture conglobes in my eye,

       Let no man misdeem me disloyal;

A poor, friendless wand'rer may well claim a sigh,

       Still more if that Wand'rer were royal. 

My Fathers that
name
have rever'd on a throne,

10
       My Fathers have fallen to right it;

Those Fathers would spurn their degenerate Son

       That NAME should he scoffingly slight it. 

Still in pray'rs for King George I most cordially join,

       The Queen and the rest of the gentry:

15
Be they wise, be they foolish,' tis nothing of mine,

       Their title ‘s avow'd in the Country. 

But why of that Epocha make such a fuss,

       That gave us th' Electoral Stem?

If bringing them over was lucky for
us
,

20
       I'm sure 'twas as lucky for
them
! 

But Politics, truce! we're on dangerous ground;

       Who knows how the fashions may alter:

The doctrines today that are loyalty sound,

       Tomorrow may bring us a halter. 

25
I send you a trifle, a head of a Bard,

       A trifle scarce worthy your care;

But accept it, good Sir, as a mark of regard,

       Sincere as a saint's dying prayer.

Now Life's chilly evening dim shades on your eye,

30
       And ushers the long dreary night;

But you, like the star that athwart gilds the sky,

       Your course to the latest is bright.

                                                            May 1787

This work, where Jacobite sympathy is in inverse proportion to anti-Hanoverian antipathy, was addressed to William Tytler (1711–92), Laird of Woodhouselee, a writer to the Signet and author on various subjects, including a defence of Mary Queen of Scots, music and antiquities. It is notorious for, arguably, the worst line Burns ever wrote, ‘Tho' something like moisture conglobes in my eye…' What is forgotten as opposed to such saccharine Jacobitism is the wicked anti-Hanoverian dig of ll. 17–20, edited out by Currie (1800), but restored in Pickering, 1839. It was Tytler, the musician who collected old songs for Johnson's Scots Musical Museum, who gravely upset David Hume with his
A Historical and Critical
Enquiry into the Evidence … against Mary Queen of Scots
. With his examination of the Rev. Dr Robertson's
Dissertation
and Hume's
History
(1760), Hume felt that a ‘sound beating or even a Rope too good for him' and that a ‘Scots Jacobite, who maintains the innocence of Queen Mary must be considered as … beyond the reach of argument or reason, and must be left to his Prejudices' (E.C. Mossner,
David Hume
, 1954, pp. 413–14). The affair is discussed by L.L. Bongie, in ‘The Eighteenth Century Marian Controversy',
Studies in Scottish Literature
, 1964, pp. 236–52). Hume does not emerge from this article as clear winner but, in places, irascible and unconvincing. It also reveals the depth of passion personal and political that Mary Queen of Scots could evoke in eighteenth-century Scotland. Hume would have found Burns at least as invidious as Tytler in this respect. This, for example, is Burns writing to Dr Moore whose novel
Zeluco
contains a duel fought over Mary's reputation:

The Ballad on Queen Mary, was begun while I was busy with Percy's Reliques of English Poetry. By the way, how much is every honest heart which has a tincture of genuine Caledonian Prejudice, obliged to you for your glorious story of Buchanan & Targe … What a rocky-hearted, perfidious Succubus was that Queen Elizabeth! Judas Iscariot was a sad dog to be sure, but still his demerits shrink to insignificance, compared with the doings of the infernal Bess Tudor (Letter 437).

The poem was sent to Tytler on 4
th
May 1787, along with an engraving of Burns by Beugo, prior to the poet's departure on his Border tour with Robert Ainslie.

To Miss Ainslie in Church

First printed in Cromek, 1808.

Fair maid, you need not take the hint,

     Nor idle texts pursue;

'Twas guilty sinners that he meant,

     Not angels such as you.

This was composed during the poet's Border tour with Robert Ainslie in 1787. On 6th May, Burns attended church at Duns accompanied by Ainslie and his sister. The story has it that when the minister denounced all sinners, Miss Ainslie appeared agitated; on observing this, Burns used a blank leaf in his bible to write the epigram.

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