Usurping Brunswick's pride shall lowly Pardon my transport, gentle shade, fold weight repay. And solitary now. Not one poor stone to tell thy name, The sculpture of a stone? From thy loved friends, when first thy Was taught by Love to glow, At the last limit of our isle, Washed by the western wave, Touched by thy fate, a thoughtful bard Sits by thy lonely grave : Pensive he eyes, before him spread The deep, outstretched and vast; Him, too, the stern impulse of fate And the same rapid tide shall whelm His grief-worn heart, with truest joy, O my dear maid, my Mary, when To his beloved repose? ODE TO THE DYING OUT OF [George the Third's insanity first manifested itself in the October of 1788, but before the end of March, 1789, his Majesty's complete recovery was officially announced. With the restoration of the Sovereign's reason the necessity for the introduction of a Regency Bill of course vanished, and along with it all the political contentions which that project not unnaturally aroused. Burns, in this Ode, merely endorsed the sarcasm in which he had already indulged in his "Elegy on the Year 1788." Twenty-two years after the following lines had been written by the Scotch Poet, the old King's intellect (in the January of 1811) again gave way, and that time so utterly as to banish all hope of its ever being restored. Then, at length, the Prince of Wales was duly appointed Regent, a position retained by him until his demented father had been released by death, in 1820, from a double darkness of appalling duration--a darkness both of mind and body. "The Monarch," as William Hazlitt wrote in one of the most impressive passages of his splendid "History of Napoleon,' "survived the accomplishment of all his wishes, but without knowing that they had been accomplished. To those who long after passed that way, at whatever hour of the night, a light shone from one of the watch-towers of Windsor Castle-it was from the chamber of a King, old, blind, bereft of reason, with double darkness bound of body and mind; nor was the film ever removed, nor those eyes or that understanding restored, to hail the sacred triumph of Kings over mankind; but the light streamed and streamed (indicating no dawn within) for long years after the celebration of that day which gladdened the hearts of monarchs and of menial nations, and through the second night of slavery which succeeded-the work of a single breast, which it had dearly accomplished in darkness, in selfoblivion, and in more than kingly solitude."] I. DAUGHTER of Chaos' doating years, By a Monarch's Heaven-struck fate! By a generous Prince's wrongs! By power, wealth, show-the gods by By nameless Poverty-their hell ab- By all they hope! By all they fear! Paint all the triumph of the Portland ON GLENRIDDEL'S FOX BREAK band: Mark how they lift the joy-exulting voice, And how their numerous creditors re joice; ING HIS CHAIN. [This fragment was written probably in 1791, not long before Burns removed from Ellisland to Dumfries.] But just as hopes to warm enjoyment THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle Poets dream, rise, Cry, Convalescence! and the vision Who trick thee up a Heathen goddess flies. V. That a fantastic cap and rod has; Then next pourtray a darkening twilight As sleek 's a mouse, as round 's an apple, gloom, Eclipsing sad a gay rejoicing morn, While proud Ambition to the untimely tomb That, when thou pleasest, can do won ders; But when thy luckless rider blunders, By gnashing, grim, despairing fiends Wilt break thy neck ere thou go further. is borne ; Paint ruin, in the shape of high D[un- These things premis'd, I sing, a fox das], brow; How he his liberty regained, |