MOUSE'S NEST, AND MOUNTAIN DAISY. 159 The parent pair their secret homage pay, And proffer up to Heaven the warm request vol. iii. p. 174— 181. The charm of the fine lines written on turning up a mouse's nest with the plough, will also be found to consist in the simple tenderness of the delineation. "Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! 66 An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith snell and keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' cozie here beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, "Till crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. "That wee bit heap o' leaves and stibble, To thole the winter's sleety dribble, An' cranreuch cauld!"- vol. iii. p. 147. The verses to a Mountain Daisy, though more elegant and picturesque, seem to derive their chief beauty from the same tone of sentiment. "Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thy slender stem; Το spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem! There are many touches of the same kind in most of the popular and beautiful poems in this collection, especially in the Winter Night- the address to his old Mare the address to the Devil, &c.;-in all which, though the greater part of the piece be merely ludicrous and picturesque, there are traits of a delicate and tender feeling, indicating that unaffected softness of heart which is always so enchanting. In the humorous address to the Devil, which we have just mentioned, every Scottish reader must have felt the effect of this relenting nature in the following stanzas: Still hae a stake I'm wae to think upo' yon den, Ev'n for your sake!"— vol. iii. p. 74-76. The finest examples, however, of this simple and unpretending tenderness is to be found in those Songs which are likely to transmit the name of Burns to all future generations. He found this delightful trait in the old COPIES TONE OF OLD SCOTTISH BALLADS. 161 Scottish ballads which he took for his model, and upon which he has improved with a felicity and delicacy of imitation altogether unrivalled in the history of literature. Sometimes it is the brief and simple pathos of the genuine old ballad; as, 66 may be ; But I look to the West when I lie down to rest, Or, as in this other specimen Sometimes it is animated with airy narrative, and adorned with images of the utmost elegance and beauty. As a specimen taken at random, we insert the following 4 162 BURNS SIMPLE PATHOS OF HIS SONGS, "As in the bosom o' the stream The moon-beam dwells at dewy e'en; So trembling, pure, was infant love Within the breast o' bonie Jean!"-vol. iv. p. 80. Sometimes, again, it is plaintive and mournful—in the same strain of unaffected simplicity. "O stay, sweet warbling wood-lark, stay, Thy soothing fond complaining. Again, again, that tender part, Say, was thy little mate unkind, And heard thee as the careless wind? "Thou tells o' never-ending care; Or my poor heart is broken!"-vol. iv. p. 226, 227. We add the following from Mr. Cromek's new volume; as the original form of the very popular song given at p. 325. of Dr. Currie's 4th volume: "Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, "Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird That sings upon the bough: When my fause luve was true. "Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, "Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon, To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o' its love, AND REDUNDANT IMAGERY. "Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose And my fause luver staw the rose, But left the thorn wi' me."-vol. v. p. 17, 18. 163 Sometimes the rich imagery of the poet's fancy overshadows and almost overcomes the leading sentiment. "The merry ploughboy cheers his team, 46 But life to me's a weary dream, A dream of ane that never wauks. The wanton coot the water skims, Amang the reeds the ducklings cry, The sheep-herd steeks his faulding slap, "And when the lark, 'tween light and dark, vol. iii. p. 284, 285. The sensibility which is thus associated with simple imagery and gentle melancholy, is to us the most winning and attractive. But Burns has also expressed it when it is merely the instrument of torture-of keen remorse, and tender and agonizing regret. There are some strong traits of the former feeling, in the poems entitled the Lament, Despondency, &c.; when, looking back to the times "When love's luxurious pulse beat high," he bewails the consequences of his own irregularities. There is something cumbrous and inflated, however, in the diction of these pieces. We are infinitely more moved with his Elegy upon Highland Mary. Of this first love of the poet, we are indebted to Mr. Cromek for a brief, but very striking account, from the pen of the poet himself. In a note on an early song inscribed to this mistress, he had recorded in a manuscript book "My Highland lassie was a warm-hearted, charming young creature as ever blessed a man with generous love. After a pretty long |