CCLX.
TO MR. THOMSON.
[Thomson, in his reply to the preceding letter, laments that anything should untune the feelings of the poet, and begs his acceptance of five pounds, as a small mark of his grat.i.tude for his beautiful songs.]
_July 2d, 1793._
MY DEAR SIR,
I have just finished the following ballad, and, as I do think it in my best style, I send it you. Mr. Clarke, who wrote down the air from Mrs. Burns"s wood-note wild, is very fond of it, and has given it a celebrity by teaching it to some young ladies of the first fashion here. If you do not like the air enough to give it a place in your collection, please return it. The song you may keep, as I remember it.
There was a la.s.s, and she was fair.[227]
I have some thoughts of inserting in your index, or in my notes, the names of the fair ones, the themes of my songs. I do not mean the name at full; but dashes or asterisms, so as ingenuity may find them out.
The heroine of the foregoing is Miss M"Murdo, daughter to Mr. M"Murdo, of Drumlanrig, one of your subscribers. I have not painted her in the rank which she holds in life, but in the dress and character of a cottager.
R. B.
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote 227: Song CXCVIII.]
CCLXI.
TO MR. THOMSON.
[Burns in this letter speaks of the pecuniary present which Thomson sent him, in a lofty and angry mood: he who published poems by subscription might surely have accepted, without any impropriety, payment for his songs.]
_July, 1793._
I a.s.sure you, my dear Sir, that you truly hurt me with your pecuniary parcel. It degrades me in my own eyes. However, to return it would savour of affectation; but, as to any more traffic of that debtor and creditor kind, I swear by that HONOUR which crowns the upright statue of ROBERT BURNS"S INTEGRITY--on the least motion of it, I will indignantly spurn the by-past transaction, and from that moment commence entire stranger to you! BURNS"S character for generosity of sentiment and independence of mind, will, I trust, long outlive any of his wants which the cold unfeeling ore can supply; at least, I will take care that such a character he shall deserve.
Thank you for my copy of your publication. Never did my eyes behold in any musical work such elegance and correctness. Your preface, too, is admirably written, only your partiality to me has made you say too much: however, it will bind me down to double every effort in the future progress of the work. The following are a few remarks on the songs in the list you sent me. I never copy what I write to you, so I may be often tautological, or perhaps contradictory.
"The Flowers o" the Forest," is charming as a poem, and should be, and must be, set to the notes; but, though out of your rule, the three stanzas beginning,
"I"ve seen the smiling of fortune beguiling,"
are worthy of a place, were it but to immortalize the author of them, who is an old lady of my acquaintance, and at this moment living in Edinburgh. She is a Mrs. c.o.c.kburn, I forget of what place, but from Roxburghshire.[228] What a charming apostrophe is
"O fickle fortune, why this cruel sporting, Why thus perplex us, poor sons of a day?"
The old ballad, "I wish I were where Helen lies," is silly to contemptibility. My alteration of it, in Johnson"s, is not much better. Mr. Pinkerton, in his, what he calls, ancient ballads (many of them notorious, though beautiful enough, forgeries), has the best set.
It is full of his own interpolations--but no matter.
In my next I will suggest to your consideration a few songs which may have escaped your hurried notice. In the meantime allow me to congratulate you now, as a brother of the quill. You have committed your character and fame, which will now be tried, for ages to come, by the ill.u.s.trious jury of the SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF TASTE--all whom poesy can please or music charm.
Being a bard of nature, I have some pretensions to second sight; and I am warranted by the spirit to foretell and affirm, that your great-grand-child will hold up your volumes, and say, with honest pride, "This so much admired selection was the work of my ancestor!"
R. B.
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote 228: Miss Rutherford, of Fernilee in Selkirkshire, by marriage Mrs. Patrick c.o.c.kburn, of Ormiston. She died in 1794, at an advanced age.]
CCLXII.
TO MR. THOMSON.
[Stephen Clarke, whose name is at this strange note, was a musician and composer; he was a clever man, and had a high opinion of his own powers.]
_August_, 1793.
MY DEAR THOMSON,
I hold the pen for our friend Clarke, who at present is studying the music of the spheres at my elbow. The Georgium Sidus he thinks is rather out of tune; so, until he rectify that matter, he cannot stoop to terrestrial affairs.
He sends you six of the _rondeau_ subjects, and if more are wanted, he says you shall have them.
Confound your long stairs!
S. CLARKE.
CCLXIII.
TO MR. THOMSON.