9th. The club shall not consist of more than sixteen members, all bachelors, belonging to the parish of Tarbolton; except a brother member marry, and in that case he may be continued, if the majority of the club think proper. No person shall be admitted a member of this society without the unanimous consent of the club; and any member may withdraw from the club altogether, by giving a notice to the president in writing of his departure. 10th. Every man proper for a member of this Society, must have a frank, honest, open heart, above any thing dirty or mean; and must be a professed lover of one or more of the female sex. No haughty, self-conceited person, who looks upon himself as superior to the rest of the club, and especially no mean-spirited, worldly mortal, whose only will is to heap up money, shall upon any pretence whatever be admitted. In short, the proper person for this society is, a cheerful, honest-hearted lad; who, if he has a friend that is true, and a mistress that is kind, and as much wealth as genteelly to make both ends meet-is just as happy as this world can make him. Note D. See p. 313. A great number of manuscript poems were found found among the papers of Burns, addressed to him by admirers of his genius, from different parts of Britain, as well as from Ireland and America. Among these was a poetical epistle from Mr. Telford, of Shrewsbury, of superior merit. It is written in the dialect of Scotland, (of which country Mr. Telford is a native) and in the versification generally employed by our poet himself. Its object is to recommend to him other subjects of a serious nature, similar to that of the Cotter's Saturday Night; and the reader will find that the advice is happily enforced by example. It would have given the editor pleasure to have inserted the whole of this poem, which he hopes will one day see the light: he is happy to have obtained, in the mean time, his friend Mr. Telford's permission to insert the following extracts. Pursue, O Burns! thy happy style, When tender joys, with pleasing smile, Blest my young ways. I see my fond companions rise, I join the happy village joys, I see our green hills touch the skies, And thro' the woods, I hear the river's rushing noise, Its roaring floods.* No distant Swiss with warmer glow, Than still have mine, When up this ancient mount I go, With songs of thine. O happy Bard! thy gen'rous flame, Then sing, and save her virtuous name, But * The banks of the Esk in Dumfries-shire, are here alluded to. E. ↑ A beautiful little mount, which stands immediately before, or rather forms a part of Shrewsbury castle, a seat of Sir William Pulteney, bart. But mony a theme awaits thy muse, And sing the course the pious chuse, How with religious awe imprest, The symbols of eternal rest Devout to share.* How down ilk lang withdrawing hill, Beguiles the way, And gives a cast to youthful will, How plac'd along the sacred board, His voice with peace and blessings stor'd, Sent from above, And faith, and hope, and joy afford, And boundless love. O'er * The Sacrament, generally administered in the country parishes of Scotland in the open air. E. O'er this, with warm seraphic glow, And mark amid such scenes below, O mark the awful, solemn scene!* Approaching slow, In mourning weeds, the village train, Some much-respected brother's bier, Where nei'bours saw, in dusky air,† And when they pass the rocky how, Where far away The kirk yard trees are seen to grow, *A Scottish funeral. Assembled E. + This alludes to a superstition prevalent in Eskdale and Annandale, that a light precedes in the night every funeral, marking the precise path it is to pass. E. |