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Her's are the willing chains o' love,

By conquering beauty's sovereign law;
And ay my Chloris' dearest charm,

She says, she lo'es me best of a'.

Let others love the city,

And gaudy shew at sunny noon ;
Gie me the lonely valley,

The dewy eve, and rising moon
Fair beaming, and streaming,

Her silver light the boughs amang;
While falling, recalling,

The amorous thrush concludes his sang :
There dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove

By wimpling burn and leafy shaw,
And hear my vows o' truth and love,

And say thou lo’es me best of a'.

Not to compare small things with great, my taste in music is like the mighty Frederic of Prussia's taste in painting: we are told that he frequently admired what the connoisseurs decried, and always without any hypocrisy confessed his admiration. I am sensible that my taste in music must be inelegant and vulgar, because people of undisputed and cultivated taste can find no merit in my favourite

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tunes. Still, because I am cheaply pleased, is that any reason why I should deny myself that pleasure ? Many of our strathspeys, ancient and modern, give me most exquisite enjoyment, where you and other judges would probably be shewing disgust. For instance, I am just now making verses for Rothemurche's Rant, an air which puts me in raptures; and in fact unless I be pleased with the 'tune, I never can make verses to it. Here I have Clarke on my side, who is a judge that I will pit against any of you. Rothemurche, he says, is an air both original and beautiful; and on his recommendation I have taken the first part of the tune for a chorus, and the fourth or last part for the song. I am but two stanzas deep in the work, and possibly you may think, and justly, that the poetry is as little worth your attention as the music. *

I have begun anew, Let me in this ae night. Do you think that we ought to retain the old chorus ? I think we must retain both the old chorus and the first stanza of the old song. I do not altogether like the third line of the first stanza, but cannot alter it

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* In the original follow here two stanzas of a song, beginning “ Lassie wi’ the lint white locks ;” which will be found at full length afterwards.

to please myself. I am just three stanzas deep in it. Would you have the denouement to be successful or otherwise ? should she “let him in” or not?

Did you not once propose The Sow's tail ta Geordie, as an air for your work ? I am quite delighted with it; but I acknowledge that is no mark of its real excellence. I once set about verses for it, which I meant to be in the alternate way of a Joyer and his mistress chanting together. I haye not the pleasure of knowing Mrs. Thomson's Christian name, and yours I am afraid is rather burlesque for senti: ment, else I had meant to have made you the hero and heroine of the little piece,

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How do you like the following epigram, which I wrote the other day on a lovely young girl's recovery from a fever ? Doctor Maxwell, was the physician who seemingly saved her from the grave; and to him I address the following.

To Dr. Maxwell, on Miss Jessy Staig's recovery.

MAXWELL, if merit here you crave,

That merit I deny;
You save fair Jessie from the grave !

An angel could not die.
God grant you patience with this stupid epistle!

No,

LVIII.

MR. THOMSON TO MR. BURNS,

CUINII

... I PERCEIVE the sprightly muse is now attendant upon her favourite poet, whose wood-notes wild are become as enchanting as ever. She says she lo'es me best of a', is one of the pleasantesť table songs I have seen, and henceforth shall be mine when the song is going round. I'll give Cunningham a copy, he can more powerfully proclaim its merit. . I am far from undervaluing your taste for the strathspey music; on the contrary, I think it highly animating and agreeable, and that some of the strathspeys, when graced with such verses as yours, will make very pleasing songs, in the same way that rough Christians are tempered and softened by lovely woman, without whom, you know, they had been brutes..

I am clear for having the Sows tail, particularly as your proposed verses to it are so extremely promising. Geordy, as you observe, is a name only fit for burlesque composition. Mrs. Thomson's name (Katharine) is not at all poetical. Retain Jeanie

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therefore, and make the other Jamie, or any other that sounds agreeably.

Your Ca' the ewes, is a precious little morceau. Indeed I am perfectly astonished and charmed with the endless variety of your fancy. Here let me ask you, whether you never seriously turned your thoughts npon dramatic writing. That is a field worthy of your genius, in which it might shine forth in all its splendor. One or two successful pieces upon the London stage would make your fortune. The rage at present is for musical dramas: few or none of those which have appeared since the Duenna, possess much: poetical merit: there is little in the conduct of the fable, or in the dialogue, to interest the audience. They are chiefly vehicles for music and pageantry. I think you might produce a comic opera in three acts, which would live by the poetry, at the same time that it would be proper to take every assistance from her tuneful sister. Part of the songs of course would be to our favourite Scottish airs; the rest might be left to the London composerStorace for Drury Lane, or Shield for Covent Garden; both of them very able and popular musicians. I believe that interest and maneuvring are often necessary to have a drama brought on : so it may be with the namby pamby tribe of flowery scribblers; but were you to address Mr. Sheridan himself by letter, and send him a dramatic piece, I am persuad

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