We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk, So dear can be, as thou to me, My fair, my lovely charmer! The attachment here was so nearly coincident with the "affair" with "Montgomerie's Peggy" that it might not be wrong to suppose that the poet forsook the one lass to pursue the other. Mrs. Begg, however, affirms that the passion with Peggy Thomson was revived. If it was so, it was only to be as suddenly broken again, though the poet did not cease for long afterwards to hold her in high esteem, if not also in tender regard. The second break, indeed, may have been due to the untoward event in the life of Elizabeth Paton (the mother of "dear bought Bess") his father's servant at Lochlie. Anyway, we find him writing to Thomas Orr in November, 1784:-"I am presently so cursedly taken in with an affair of gallantry, that I am very glad Peggy is off my hand. I don't choose to enter into particulars in writing, but never was a poor rakish rascal in a more pitiful taking." Peggy became the wife of a Mr. Neilson, of Kirkoswald, and Burns, when he was making ready for his departure to the West Indies in 1786, visited husband and wife to bid them both farewell. Mrs. Neilson he presented with a copy of his Poems, in which he inscribed the lines: : "Once fondly lov'd, and still remember'd dear, "And when you read the simple, artless rhymes, Referring to the lines and their subject, in his MS. collection made for Captain Riddell, Burns says:-" "Twas the girl I mentioned in my letter to Dr. Moore, where I speak of taking the sun's altitude. Poor Peggy! Her husband is my old acquaintance, and a most worthy fellow. When I was taking leave of my Carrick relations, intending to go to the West Indies, when I took farewell of her, neither she nor I could speak a syllable. Her husband escorted me three miles on my road, and we both parted with tears." The whole, and especially the latter part, goes to show in a remarkable way how Burns could be off with a lass as a lover and yet not cease to cherish her as a friend, commanding her friendship and the confidence and esteem of her husband as well. Only a large-hearted, honest, and open-minded, however wayward, man, surely could do so. JEAN AND ANNIE RONALD In a WHEN, at Whitsunday, in 1777, the Burns family removed from Mount Oliphant to Lochlie, or Lochlea, in the parish of Tarbolton, Robert was in his nineteenth year, and already getting so well rid of his native bashfulness that he was found ready and eager to join freely in every social enjoyment which involved a mixing of the sexes. short time his mind was "fashed" with serious thoughts of entering the married state, and his eye was on every lass in the parish, yet he could discriminate, and saw some of the Tarbolton lasses less to be loved than laughed at. Five, at least, he pillories in verse as outwith the region of hopeful consideration, writing "If ye gae up to yon hill-tap, Ye'll there see bonnie Peggy; "There Sophy tight, a lassie bright, "Gae down by Faile, and taste the ale, She's dour and din, a deil within, But aiblins she may please ye. "If she be shy, her sister try, Ye'll maybe fancy Jenny, If ye'll dispense wi' want o' sense She kens hersel she's bonnie. 66 As ye gae up by yon hill-side, Speer in for bonnie Bessy; She'll gi'e ye a beck, and bid ye light, There's few sae bonnie, nane sae gude, In a' King George' dominion; If ye should doubt the truth o' this- One who was his companion in these early days, and long survived him, declared that he "composed a song on almost every tolerable looking lass in the parish." Two, who together engaged his muse, if not his heart, were the sisters Jean and Annie Ronald, concerning whom he composed THE RONALDS OF THE BENNALS. In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals, Their father's a laird, and weel he can spare 't, To proper young men, he'll clink in the hand There's ane they ca' Jean, I'll warrant ye've seen But for sense and guid taste she'll vie wi' the best, The charms o' the min', the langer they shine, If ye be for Miss Jean, tak' this frae a frien', A hint o' a rival or twa, man, The Laird o' Blackbyre wad gang through the fire, The Laird o' Braehead has been on his speed, Then Anna comes in, the pride o' her kin, If I should detail the pick and the wale The fau't wad be mine, if they didna shine, I lo'e her mysel', but darena weel tell, Yet I wadna choose to let her refuse, Nor ha'e 't in her power to say na, man, For though I be poor, unnoticed, obscure, My stomach's as proud as them a', man. Though I canna ride in weel-booted pride, My coat and my vest, they are Scotch o' the best, My sarks they are few, but five o' them new, A ten-shillings hat, a Holland cravat; |