had a decided prototype in a poem written many years before, and with which Burns might well be acquainted. "There lived, more than a century ago, a rhymer named Thomas Whittell, whose chief haunt was at East Shafto, in Northumberland, and who was buried at Hartburn in the same county, 19th April 1736. His poems, as a ballad-book, have been extensively sold among the country people in the district in which he resided, and I have known them these sixty years. In 1815, they were published in a handsome form by Mr William Robson, schoolmaster of Morpeth, and from this copy I send you the following extract: "Did you not hear of a new-found dance, That lately was devised on, And how the Devil was tired out He toes, he trips, he skips, he leaps, As if he would bruise his thighs, man; The music was an enchanted pipe, For sarabands, antics, minuets, jigs, They vaulted, leaped, and capers cut, As if they would mount the skies, man; The Devil to all his trumps was put, The devil a dance e'er came from France, If you e'er saw one like the Exciseman. It put the Devil beside his wits, They danced so long that from their snout As this was with the Exciseman. At last the Devil began to faint, And saw he would lose the prize, man; The other had cleared his eyes, man. He stood like a mot, and could not play toot, He carried away the Exciseman. He that will take such a revel, For me shall have the prize, man; Except it be an Exciseman." -Extract-Letter of Mr Edward Riddle, Greenwich, to the Editor, July 1852. It seems fair to conjecture, that Whittell had written this rough ballad at the time when the Excise was instituted by Sir Robert Walpole, 1733. END OF VOL. III. Edinburgh: Printed by W. and R. Chambers. |