{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3689", "width": "2357", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "N", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "THE ROMANCE\\nOF\\nROBERT BURNS\\nA PASTORAL OF THE PRESENT\\nAND\\nDRAMA OF DAYS LANG SYNE.\\nrvt, Y,\\nO, Caledonia stern and wild.\\nMeet muse for a poetic child\\nLand of brown heath and shag\u00c2\u00a3^ wood\\nLand of the Mountain and the flood.\\nLand of my Sires what mortal hand\\nCan e er untie the filial band\\nThat knits me to thy rugged strand\\nScott s Lay of the Last Minstrel.\\nr\u00c2\u00bbEW YORK:\\nWRIGHT COMPANY,\\nPUBLISHERS.\\nL", "height": "3528", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "TWO COPIES RECElVci;i:\\nLibrary of Cofigesffiy\\nOffice of tfeii\\nAPR 1 4 1900\\nS\u00c2\u00abglttir of Copyrights\\n5B672\\nCopyright, 1899,\\nBT\\nJON TEMPLETON.\\nDramatic Bights reserved by the Author.\\nEntered at Stationers Hall, London, England; at Ottawa, Canada; Paris,\\nFrance, and International Copyright Countries.\\n(Printed in the United States.)\\nSECOND COPY,", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "TO\\nANDREW CARNEGIE,\\nTHAT KING OF SCOTS IN THE UNITED STATES.\\nwhose enterprise and energy have given honorable employment to so many thousands\\nof his fellow men whose encouragement of Industry has done so much to better the\\ncondi:ion of the worthy poor; whose libraries and liberal institutions, founded In the\\nCities of Great Britain and America, have so largely aided in the cause of a higher\\nand a better education whose words, written and spoken, have always been for the\\nbenefit of mankind whose life of usefulness, integrity and generosity has been an\\ninspiration and example,\\nTHIS WORK IS DEDICATED,\\nWITH SINCERE RESPECT AND HONEST ADMIRATION.", "height": "3528", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "AMERICAN ROMANCE.\\nA FICTION, fable\u00e2\u0080\u0094 call it what you will herein\\nbecomes a fact!\\nWe wise Americans periodically sit down and\\nfiguratively **bay the moon with howling for\\nAn American Romance! This done, we wag our\\nheads and wait and watch, and, when the vic-\\ntim our lament has lured, comes from his lair,\\nwe read his tag and note the ear-marks of the\\n**Common Cry, andif he s of the mongrel breed\\nthat feeds on scraps and refuse stuff the real-\\nistic carrion which so many crave whose tastes\\nare high or broods on second-hand and thread-\\nbare things, we greet him with a recognizing\\nsniff and let him pass but if he s of the Royal\\nLion s blood and has ideal dreams of something\\nlying still beyond our sight, and in temerity at-\\ntempts to overleap the barrier by which we\\nhedge him in, why then let loose the pack. We\\ndog him down and seize and rend and tear until\\nthere is not left the wherewithal to tell the tale\\nThis, sad to say, is not American romance,\\nbut simple, sober, solemn fact.", "height": "3528", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "6 AMERICAN ROMANCE.\\nWithin a month Great Britain, in acknowl-\\nedgment of worth, has knighted ihree illus-\\ntrious men\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a poet, a player and a novelist and\\nFrance has added one to her immortal list\\na writer of romance. Germany exalts and\\nfavors all her men of mark, and Spain, despite\\nher poverty, still finds someway to honor those\\nwhose words have honored her.\\nWhat we have done within a century of years,\\nthe literary world well knows, and all must\\nfeel, except the lucky few who live by other\\nmeans or dwell within the narrow circle of\\nsuccess.\\nOur Muse American is a Commercial Muse!\\nHer duty is to count the cash. She opens a full\\n*set of books not one. Beneath her rule\\nShelley and Keats had measured tape and Byron\\nkept a clothing store. Beyond the realms of\\ntrade she never strays, and woe to those who do\\nnot follow in her steps, or, if they needs must\\nwrite, deal only in realities which make the\\ncommonplace more common still. On those\\nwho would aspire to higher thought she frowns\\nand cries **Forbear! Doomed is the wretch\\nwho dares to leave the beaten track, to travel\\non an unknown path, to touch on grounds\\ntabooed, or cross the boundary line of the con-\\nventional, or deal in interdicted things, or put a", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "AMERICAN ROMANCE. 7\\nhappy thought into a worker s mind, or cause a\\npleasant dream to ease his troubled sleep, or\\nraise another joy within the human heart!\\nThese are the deadly sins which, in this modern\\nworld, we lash with ribald jests and scourge\\nwith whips of scorn. Say not, this is not true;\\nit s more it s verity confirmed.\\nOur parks are filled with monuments to foreign\\nmen commemorating genius, which, to honor\\nhere does honor to ourselves! But those whose\\nwork of hand and brain helped make our coun-\\ntry great, now, for the most part, sleep in hum-\\nble graves, unmarked, unhonored, or unknown.\\nThis is more sorry fact and shameful history.\\nNo wonder we must call in vain for men of pure\\npoetic thought, or resurrect the dead to find a\\nwriter of romance.\\nWe crush the seed, then ask that it shall\\nspring\\nWe kill the spirit, then demand the song!\\nIn vain. The overbroken horse becomes a\\ncommon hack; and man his spirit gone is but\\na soulless slave I\\nWhat then?\u00e2\u0080\u0094 why simply this:\\nWhat is encouraged thrives here and else-\\nwhere alike. What man has done in other\\nlands, mankind may do in this. If there is only\\none in every million Heaven-born give him a", "height": "3528", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "8 AMERICAN ROMANCE.\\nchance to live. He s but a poor minority\\nwhat should we fear? By nature self-endowed,\\nhe asks no school, no bounty of the city or the\\nState, no public and no private charity. He\\ngoes his way and does no man a harm his song\\nis all of love and hope; his words are all of\\npeace; his deeds are always kind; he gives to\\ncharity when it is his to give; he feeds and\\nclothes himself, and what he lacks, the Eavens\\nbring him in the dead of night when no man\\nsees or knows and when he dies, be sure some\\nloving, gentle hands will bear him to his rest.\\nNation great, be great in this encourage\\nwhat s your own! An Argosy if we would\\nhave, fitted to sail on any sea loaded with gifts\\ndivine and bearing wealth from unknown\\nshores\u00e2\u0080\u0094 trim, then, the sails and bring them up\\nfrom the dead level of the equatorial line, out\\nof the doldrums and the trade-winds where\\nthey float, and steer for higher latitudes in\\nfancy s course and broader longitudes of\\nthought, and they shall bring us countless treas-\\nures back rebuilding Borne and Athens in this\\nWestern World!", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "BOOK I\\nA Pastoral of Present Days.", "height": "3528", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS\\nBOOK I.\\nA Pastoral of Present Days.\\nI.\\nLooking down from Scotland Hill, over the\\nfarms of Rockland, across the intervening miles\\nof roads and fields, beyond the valley of Mont-\\nmoor, the eastern view is bounded by a range\\nof purple peaks which mark the Hudson s\\ncourse and give the name of Highlands to the\\nheights on either side.\\nAt Haverstraw, against the distant sky, ap-\\npears the towering Torne, and farther south,\\nand shading Rockland Lake, a strange forma\\ntion shows towards the west\u00e2\u0080\u0094the figure of an\\nIndian sleeping on the hills\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a mountain and a\\nmonument reared by the hands of Nature when\\nshe labored here, and left a silent witness of her\\nmighty deeds.\\nOver this range of hills, on summer nights,\\nthe moon appears, lifting her lanthorn slowly", "height": "3528", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "12 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nas she comes and showing all the splendors of\\nthe sylvan scenes for fifty miles around.\\nOn such a night and viewing such a scene an\\nold Scotch farmer sat within the shelter of his\\nporch, and looked from off the western hill,\\nstraight towards the east, and saw the slowly\\nrising moon, and watched it eagerly until the\\nglobe of yellow light, pushed up by unseen\\nhands, stood out in all its glory, silent and alone.\\nIt lighted up the old man s face and marked\\nthe lines of care and age the pallor in his faded\\ncheek, the silver in his hair; his wasted form;\\nhis worn-out hands a being of the past a light\\nabout to fade; but in his eyes the living fire\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nthe undimmed joy of other days.\\n0h, wife, gude wife! he cried. **Themoon!\\nThe moon!\\n**Yes, Duncan. The poor old woman an-\\nswered him\u00e2\u0080\u0094 as if in fear of some fatality\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n-Well\u00e2\u0080\u0094 well!\\n**The moon is up, at last, gudewife! The\\nmoon Through long dark nights Fve waited\\ntill the storm should clear\u00e2\u0080\u0094 through fever and\\nthrough cold I ve waited till she s come!\\n**Yes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 yes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 be patient well!\\nThe moon! the moon! It is the same I ve\\nlooked on near a hundred years\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but ne er will\\nlook on more,", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 13\\n**Duncan!\\n**It is the same we saw in Scotland when we\\ntwo were bairns. Dinna ye mind the happy\\ndays we wandered by the Doon and she the\\nonly witness of our love?\\n**I mind it well\u00e2\u0080\u0094 oh, Duncan, rest.\\n**Aye! I maun be contented now. She\\nsmiles upon us yet as once she did she ll smile\\nupon our children when we re gone to dust!\\n**Yes, Duncan dear, and now come in.\\n**No. Bid the young ones come to mg\u00e2\u0080\u0094 here\\nin the moonlight let us part. I ll no die\\nhappy till they ve said good-bye! But hark!\\nHis step and hers. Are love and death so close\\ntogether?\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Donald I\\n**Father!\\nMother!\\nHush! Dear ones\u00e2\u0080\u0094 he would speak to you!\\nAnd now there knelt beside the father s chair\\na sturdy, dark-haired boy, and with him was the\\nbright-eyed girl he loved. Behind the three,\\nthe mother wept.\\nChildren the old man said **how sweet\\nthe time of youth and love. Be ye so loving\\nalways. Yonder moon is called inconstant, but\\nshe s not. Shadows may come and shadows go\\nbut still behind them is her blessed smile-\\nlike my good wife s has always been to me.", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "14 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nBe patient Id dark hours\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the light will\\ncome\\nFather!\\n**But I maun leave ye now. My day is done\\nand in the evening s light I pass away.\\n**Nay, husband dear, don t speak it.\\n**Seek not to stay me. Twill not be for long.\\nYe U all come after\u00e2\u0080\u0094 only live right here.\\n**Father! We will! we will!\\n**Gudewife, bring me the books\u00e2\u0080\u0094the same\\nwe brought frae Scotland when we came the\\nonly ones. Though old and worn, read and re-\\nspect them still.\\nWe will! we will!\\n**The Bible for the lass\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the Burns, my boy,\\nfor you. Kespect the good in each the bad let\\ngo.\\n**Father, we promise you.\\n**That s well. There s good and bad in every-\\nthing in books and acts, in plants and flowers.\\nThe rose is lovely, yet it has a thorn; the thistle\\nbeautiful, but you must never touch. These\\nlessons read in memory of me and dinna all\\nforget me when I m gone!\\nOh, father! never! never! Our blessing on\\nthe hands that worked for us, the head that\\nsorrows bowed in our behalf!\\n**Gudewife, draw near\u00e2\u0080\u0094 here\u00e2\u0080\u0094 hand-in-hand", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 15\\nfor days lang-syne, and for the days to\\ncome\\nYes, father! Hand and heart and soul!\\nSo\u00e2\u0080\u0094 good-bye good-bye good-bye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 to ye\\nall! Live here and keep the old place as it is.\\nThe woods and trees the meadows and the\\npastures and the cattle and the fowls. Don t\\nlet them miss me when I m gone!\\nWe will remember\u00e2\u0080\u0094 oh, father!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 father!\\nSo, good-bye. The moonlight smiles and\\nlights for me the way. I mind the lines I used\\nto speak\u00e2\u0080\u0094 they re not by Burns, but Lowe ye\\nken them well. There are some others some-\\nthing like in Kenil worth, but not by Scott\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nin which the moon is called the regent o th\\nsky See! see! she s mounting higher. Now\\nshe s looking down on Indian Hill and now she\\nsmiles on me, a sad farewell! Yes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 yes I\\nmind me well:\\n*The moon had climbed the highest hill\\nThat rises o er the source of Dee,\\nAnd from its eastern summit shed\\nHer silver light on tower and tree.\\nFather!\\nHush!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 there s something more I can t\\nremember it but so it ends\u00e2\u0080\u0094 as\u00e2\u0080\u0094 my last", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "16 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nwords to you yes yes ^an then\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ye ll then\\nye U\\n*Weep no more for me.\\nAnd starting up, he fixed his staring eyes full\\non the shining moon and fell back dead within\\nhis loved ones arms.\\nAnd now a lapse of many years some bright\\nand quickly passed, and others long, hard\\nwrought and sorrowful; but these kind silence\\nviews in charity and comes on tiptoe, with her\\nfinger on her lip, and beckons them away, and\\nso they go their griefs untold\u00e2\u0080\u0094 all buried there\\nin that small space of sacred ground where rest\\nthe dead beside the village charch.", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 17\\nII.\\nCome now to present days and the same rural\\nscene the landscape brighter than it was be-\\nfore; the bushy fields cleared up and sown with\\nscented grass and blue-green rye; the pastures\\nspotted by the daisy and the buttercup, and\\nstone walls green with blossoming grape, wood-\\nbine and bitter-sweet; the woods grown taller,\\nand the scattered pines with longer branches\\nswaying in the wind^ and over all the slopes,\\nfar as the eye can reach, ten thousand blossom-\\ning trees, scattering their spices on the warm\\nMay winds, and showering the green mantle\\nof the fields with flecks of pink and white\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094a gaudy covering outrivaling the honey-\\nsuckle s beauty and the dogwood s whiter\\nbloom.\\nWithin the wood, and up and down the lanes,\\non every fence, just as of old, field-sparrows\\ntwitter and the bluebird gives his changing\\nnote the quail calls to his mate, the robins sing,\\nall things revive and speak of happiness.\\nNature, rejoicing, lingers here and smiles on", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "18 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nman, her friend, and daily comes to that same\\nlittle house upon the hill to see the woodbine\\nand clematis clinging lovingly about the porch\\nwhere, in the bygone years, the old man sat,\\nand where the good wife and the lovers held\\nhim in their arms that moonlight night on which\\nhe died.\\nAnd now these living blossoming things in\\nNature seem like the mortals did to him who\\npassed away, and twine their arms about the\\nruins of the house, to wrap and fold it in a kind\\nembrace, returning thanks for all the shelter\\nand protection it has given them. The pansies\\nand forget-me-nots look up in gratitude, and all\\nthe garden flowers nod in the wind and send\\nthe fragrance of their wasted lives in at the\\nopen door. The primrose and sweetbrier cling\\nto the pillars which uplift the roof, and tall\\nhalf-wild red roses, climbing the lower shutters,\\nwhich they half conceal, reach up their hands\\nand spread the crimson blossoms in the open\\nwindows of the old north room where the young\\ncouple sleep. In the soft air the branches sway\\nand creak till the song-sparrow, nesting be-\\nneath their leaves, gets up and sings. The bob-\\nwhite calls aloud, and from the woods which\\nborder on the newly planted corn, a thousand\\ncrows cry **caw!", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 19\\nThe sun shows red and gold above the notch on\\nIndian Hill\u00e2\u0080\u0094 another day has dawned on the\\nElysian fields\u00e2\u0080\u0094 as erst it did in Eden\u00e2\u0080\u0094 if man-\\nkind but knew.\\n**Diccon, get up, and to the barn. I ll make\\nthe tire and Dusky Joan shall keel the pot.\\nSo calls the master of the house. Come, Bar-\\nbara! The old clock says it s half -past five,\\nand father s watch, says six.\\nYes, Donald, answered Barbara, speaking\\ndown the stairs. Let Joan help Diccon with\\nthe cows and I ll do all the rest.\\nSo, aiding one another, they begin the day;\\nand so with many days gone by, and which\\nhave passed in peace for this new master of\\nthe little farm, this mistress of his humble house,\\nare the same loving ones who, on that moon-\\nlight night, knelt by the old man s chair and\\npromised him to keep the homestead place and\\nlive respecting what was good in life\u00e2\u0080\u0094 rejecting\\nwhat was not. Honored and blessed, so far\\nthey had lived, doing their duty to the utter-\\nmost, and helping others while they labored for\\nthemselves. And middle life was creeping on;\\nbut still they were content. The wear and tear\\nof daily work was in his sun-burned face, and\\nin his hardened hands, and in his hair a tinge of\\nfrost; but in his heart was cheerfulness, and in", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "20 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nhis eye intelligence and kindness, courage for\\nany fate, all clear as day.\\nAnd Barbara was everything that could be\\nasked of woman industrious, thoughtful, gen-\\ntle, good, loving and faithful where she d set\\nher heart, and womanly in all that makes a\\nwoman loved.\\nThe good wife\u00e2\u0080\u0094 nearly ninety now, but still\\nas cheerful as in younger days ^was with them\\nyet. To sit and knit and read and talk of all\\nthe follies of the present days and tell some tale\\nold as herself, or to repeat some schoolgirl\\nspeech, or try with her cracked voice to turn a\\nwornout tune, was her employment or expres-\\nsion of content, and well she carried it for spite\\nof an impatient bigotry and pride, she had\\nthose sterling qualities of mind and heart which\\nnever can grow old.\\nSo master and mistress, mother, man and\\ngirl made up this simple home\u00e2\u0080\u0094 save when a\\ntraveler benighted lost his way or when some\\nfriendly visitor came from a distant place, or\\nsome acquaintance from the city called, or lin-\\ngered over Sunday at the house. And to all\\nothers idlers, tramps or lazy boys, and so-\\ncalled huntsmen who tore down rods of wall to\\nseize a rabbit which was miles away; or dug\\nthe meadows full of holes to catch a chipmunk", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 21\\nwhich sat chuckling on a limb above their heads\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094the good dog, with more intelligence than\\ntheirs, gave warning with a bark and said\\n**move on.\\nBut now the spare-room held a visitor\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a\\nmighty man and one, in brief, who knew all\\nthings except himself. A man who feasted on\\nthe day s events, as detailed in the daily press,\\nuntil, in fancy, he was something more than\\nmortal I and used the plural **we to awe\\nthe millions of his fellowmen a crank and a\\nreformer of the latest date, and with the neces-\\nsary forwardness to make his mission thrive.\\nFor reasons only known to Providence, Fate\\nset this subject down on Scotland Hill. He\\nknew the country always proved a fertile field\\nin which the inspired fool could plant his crop\\nof isms, leaving to time and better men the\\ntask of tending them until the harvest came and\\nyielded his reward.\\nFirst he essayed the village school, and gave\\na long harangue telling his gaping listeners\\nwhen and what and how to teach and who\\nshould teach it when twas taught. And then\\nhe boldly entered the Seceder s Church and^told\\nthem all the newer kinds of sins sins that\\nthese innocent people never dreamed of never\\nknew before how, like the dock, the daisy and", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "2 2 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nwild-carrot in the meadows, and thistle seeds\\nand scallions of the pasture lands, these things\\nwere spreading far and wide, and every family\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094like the farmsteads they possessed was in a\\ndaily danger of these pestilential blights on\\ntheir prosperity and peace.\\nHe did not know what other men might do,\\nbut for ourselves, he said,** we should proceed\\nat once to seize these monsters by the throat\\nand dash them down and trample them beneath\\nour feet!\\nAs he spoke this he acted it, and grasped a\\nsection of the invisible air, and choking out\\nwhat little life it had, he threw it to the floor\\nand sprang upon it with his feet, and with a\\nsmile of triumph held it down. This perform-\\nance more than was promised, by the way,\\nroused up his one confederate to say **Amen!\\nThis was enough. Before the sound of this sole\\nexclamation had died out the easy convert found\\nhimself on a committee, self-appointed by the\\nColumbus who discovered all this sin, to visit,\\nwith him, every house and introduce reform.\\nHence the spare-room at our friend s place\\nwas occupied\u00e2\u0080\u0094for courtesy and hospitality,\\nnever lacking in that little home, had made\\nhim welcome there, and Donald Stuart, knock-\\ning on the door, said in his kindliest manner:", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 23\\n^Breakfast is ready, friend.\\nAnd good Colurabus Cant was nothing loath,\\nbut prompt on call, and answered the usual\\nmorning question with the usual reply:\\nYes, yes, we ve slept well and sleeping\\nwell has given us an appetite. In fact the work\\nwe have in hand has given us both appetite and\\ninspiration.\\nHe rolled his eyes a little as he spoke, which\\ngave his long and churn -like face a curiously\\nunsteady look; but this was counterbalanced\\nby a broad and beaming smile as he accepted\\nall the good things passed his way. To do him\\njustice there was something satisfying in his\\nlook; besides, his manner was magnetic and his\\nwords could charm.\\nThere\u00e2\u0080\u0094 there, he said. Now, good\\nfriends, don t mind us; and brother Stuart, you\\ngo to your work, for you cannot neglect your\\nfields, nor can we ours so go. We ll stay and\\ntalk to the good lady of the house; *for man\\nand wife are one, you know eh? Yes. Ha!\\nha!\\nBut you will stay to dinner with us, will you\\nnot?\\nWe-e-l\u00e2\u0080\u0094 let me see we-el yes; always\\nroom for one more, you know eh? Yes. Ha\\nha!", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "^4 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nThe novelty and unique wit of these remarks\\nmade Donald loath to part with so original a\\nmind however, with a promise of another\\ndouble-feast at dinner time, he went but what\\nhe thought, was hidden by good manners in his\\nbreast.\\nThat the Pretender s visit was prolonged from\\ndinner until supper time, and then another\\nnight, and then another day, and then a week,\\nmight be a matter of surprise to those who do\\nnot know how really good a man can be who\\ngives his soul to a good cause, and, knowing his\\nown value, takes his pay as he performs.\\nDonald said nothing, but thought much, and\\nmore than usual when, on coming home at night,\\nweary and worn from labor in the tields,\\ncovered with dirt and dust, sunburned and\\noverwrought, he had to listen to a homily from\\none who had passed the heated day in quiet and\\nin shade, or swung himself to sleep in the broad\\nhammock underneath the trees.\\nYou farmers don t know how to work, the\\nvisitor exclaimed. You lack intelligence.\\nBefore we go if we lind time we ll show you\\ncertain papers and the books you ought to read.\\nYou don t plow deep enough nor fertilize\\nenough, nor use good seed. Kemember the\\nparable of the sower, he\u00e2\u0080\u0094", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 25\\n**Yes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 yes/ broke in Donald, impatiently,\\nforgetting his restraint. He sowed! And,\\nthough he wasted seed on stony ground, and\\nthough the thorns choked some yet some\\nsprang up and yielded fifty and one hundred\\nfold! God bless the man who plows! The man\\nwho sows! The man who works! As well as\\nmen who talk!\\nDonald! why, what do you mean? ques-\\ntioned his mother and his wife.\\n**0h, nothing! nothing! said the visitor, to\\nwhom the sharp retort was merely pleasantry.\\nHe doesn t understand; but after supper he\\ncan read our books. Awakening is what he\\nneeds. His methods and his logic are all wrong.\\n**Say that my manners are at fault, and Til\\nagree, said Donald, rising as he spoke. Wel-\\ncome or not, you are our guest, and never un-\\nderneath this roof has a stranger been treated\\notherwise than with kindness and civility.\\nSaying this, he started in, and as he did so, his\\ndog came up, and standing at his side, looked\\nback towards his visitor and growled.", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "26 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nIII.\\nThat night the troubled Donald had resolved\\nto talk with Barbara. Often, of late, he had\\nwished to speak about this stranger whom they\\nsheltered but just as often he had paused, fear-\\ning he might let fall some hasty word, or in\\nsome way imply a doubt of her, or her good\\ntaste at least, in seeming to encourage one who\\nbut a fortnight back was quite unknown to all,\\nand who was half a stranger still.\\nAnd often since this strange man came, a\\nguest unbidden, by him at least unwelcomed\\nwhose presence was protested even by the dog\\nhe had wondered why it was that he remained.\\nWas it his mother s liking for the man who\\ncould talk Bible with her by the hour, while\\nneither seemed to tire? Or was it Barbara s\\noverhospitable way that made the stranger\\nthink he should remain, and caused him to as-\\nsume so confident a tone? What could it be?\\nSurely no man, unless encouraged in some\\npoint, unusual, unknown, would so prolong his\\nstay.", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 27\\nThe more he thought of this the more it\\npuzzled him; and now, at any cost, he d speak\\nto Barbara. She never had withheld her con-\\nfidence he knew she never would, and he must\\nspeak or doubt would grow to a suspicion that\\nBarbara, whom he had always loved, had found\\nanother s talk more pleasant to her ear, if not\\nanother face more favored than his own.\\nThen too, he missed their happy nights, when\\nsitting by the kitchen fire, after the old mother\\nhad gone off to bed, and when no others save\\nthemselves were up when the good dog kept\\nwatch outside, and puss and kittens played upon\\nthe floor and when the wind went moaning\\nround the house, and cricket chirped beside the\\nruddy hearth when by the lamp-light Barbara\\nread the best books that their scanty means\\ncould buy and when on Saturday nights, the\\nlabors of the week all done and all was housed\\nand put away the horses in their beds of\\nstraw, the cattle underneath the warm dry shed,\\nand Luath in his cozy kennel by the door; when\\nhe had read from Barbara s book and she from\\nhis, and the old father s gifts were priceless\\nstill and loved and honored for the good they\\nhad done and for his sake who made their\\nmemory dear.\\nHow many nights like these had passed how", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "28 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nmany ended with a kind **good-night to\\nfather s picture on the wall. How many a time\\nwithin the shaded light, these two had knelt\\nand asked a blessing on the dear old house that\\nsheltered all from ill. And now with these\\nrecurring thoughts he sat and mused, and then\\nat last he spoke.\\nBarbara, if I may trespass on your time\\nwhich now I know is taken up with hospitality,\\npray tell me, if you will, what books are these?\\nThose, Donald dear, the ones our guest has\\nsent you why?\\n0h, nothing. They re appropriate. I lack\\nintelligence and stand in need of reformation.\\nBut, Barbara, the first I seek from you the last\\nI ll ask from him.\\n**Donald What do you mean?\\nBarbara, you know me well and till these\\ntwo weeks gone I ve thought that I knew you.\\nTell me if I have been mistaken?\\nDonald!\\nForgive me, but I think I have, or something\\nstrange of late has come between us!\\nWhat do you mean?\\nThis\u00e2\u0080\u0094 your confidence is turned away, and\\nwhen I come home nights from labor in the\\nfields, I find no welcome as I used. You look\\nat me, not kindly, but reproachfully, as if", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 29\\nashamed to see the honest sweat upon my sun-\\nburned face, the homely patches on my work-\\ning clothes, the marks of honest labor on my\\nhands. Is not this so?\\n**It is, but not for reasons that you givj. It\\nis because I love you, Donald!\\nBarbara!\\n**It is because I see you here, who might be\\nhonored among men, wearing your life away\\nwithout a single gain and with a future showing\\nno relief and offering no reward.\\nBeware, dear Barbara The poisonous weed\\nof discontent if once we taste it grows in\\ntime to be necessity, and kills at last! This\\nstranger s talk has led to this.\\n**It has revived what I myself have often\\nthought, but never dared to tell you.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*And that\\n**That in the city yonder we could find\\nsome useful occupation which would build\\nus up not keep us down forever with the\\nslaves!\\nHush, Barbara. Imagination all. Have\\nyou forgot my father s dying wish? The les-\\nsons in the books he gave us? Dear wife, go\\nbring them now, and doubt not we shall find, in\\none or both, some story of content.\\n**Yes, Donald dear; but I forget. Your", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "30 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nmother took the Bible with her when she went\\nupstairs, and Burns I cannot find.\\n**It s in the stranger s room.\\n**It was; but now it s gone. Joan told me of\\nit first, and we both looked three days ago. It\\ndoesn t matter though. He says it s very com-\\nmon, out of date, and low and vulgar as the\\nwriter was that poetry is dead, that only facts\\nand news are useful now that there s a war on\\nfiction and on verse; that Shakespeare, Scott,\\nByron and Burns, Longfellow, Irving, Poe and\\nsuch like men must go and modern moralists\\nwill rise and take their place!\\n**Kise! Eise! cried Donald, who had lis-\\ntened in amazement to this revelation of sus-\\npected things. Kise! They have need to\\nrise! A resurrection would not raise them high\\nenough to take the place of any one you ve\\nnamed!\\nDonald!\\n**Don t mind me, lass, said Donald kindly,\\nas he walked about the room. It s not your\\nfault; but now I see the cry is up! the war is\\non! No wonder my poor book is gone no\\nwonder!\\n**rm sorry that I told you now, said Bar-\\nbara in distress.\\n**Vm glad you did. You should have done so", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 31\\nsooner. I should have known what animal we\\nlodged within the house, whose place was in\\nthe barn. The dog knew at the start we should\\nhave set him on.\\n**But, Donald\u00e2\u0080\u0094 patience. Is there not some\\ntruth in what he says? Some wrong\u00e2\u0080\u0094 some\\nerror and some evil in these things?\\nThere is. There s right and wrong in all\\nthis world and everything which it contains.\\nGardens have weeds; the purest diamond has a\\nflaw; there s not a field I till but labor must\\nsubdue. The best of books has in ii errors\\nscattered far and wide, but its sublimities are\\nthere, like mountains capped with snow above\\nthe level wastes. The surface of the earth is\\nhardly habitable, save where mankind has\\nwrought and toiled for years and years, and I\\nbelieve man s mission here is but to make it\\nsome day worthy of a God-like race!\\n**Donald!\\n**That s my belief. And every century s im-\\nprovement shows it s true. For that I daily do\\nmy part knowing it is a duty which should be\\nperformed for Him who placed me here!\\n**Dear Donald will you listen?\\n**Not to such arguments as his. They are as\\nmuch too plausible as he s too good. What\\ndoes he here? We were content and happy till", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "32 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nhe came, and now all s wrong and even she\\nI ve always loved sees faults in everything I\\ndo, and wrong in everything I prize!\\n**No, Donald. Do not turn away. See here,\\nI put my arms about your neck, and looJs into\\nyour honest face, and say I love you more than\\nall the world; and only because it is so, do I\\nwish to see you have a higher place in life and\\nhigher thoughts, if any such there be.\\nGod bless you, Barbara, but let us not be\\nself-deceived nor take a stranger s word before\\nthe best of books, for these are best of words\\nby best of men, and no mere would-be wise man\\nhas a right to cry them down.\\n**But, Donald, this man says it is the world\\nin arms against the erring few. A crusade for\\nthe right, no matter who may fall.\\n**Then let those fail and fall who most de-\\nserve to do so, Barbara. Right will survive\\nwhen all crusades and those who lead them on\\nare low in dust! As for this canting stranger,\\nlet him go his way. Our house was blessed be-\\nfore he came. I do not want an evil spell to\\nsettle on it now.\\n**Nor I, dear Donald, only I had thought as\\nwe lived here alone away from all the greater\\nworld there might be something we had missed\\nsomething we had not learned\u00e2\u0080\u0094 something to", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 33\\nbetter both our lives, and other lives as well,\\nwhich, may be, we had left undone!\\n*Nay, Barbara, it was a loving, kindly\\nthought, and I ll not chide you for it. I ve\\noften noticed how good women try to help the\\nworld\u00e2\u0080\u0094 as angels fallen\u00e2\u0080\u0094 knowing what we ve\\nlost would lead us back to Heaven!\\n**If I deserved that thought I d cherish it.\\nBut, Donald, dear, ours is a very lowly, earthly\\nlot, and, save our books and all the fancies in\\nyour fertile brain, it sometimes seems discour-\\naging.\\nBarbara, unwittingly, you have confessed;\\nour books, my fancies have made light to you\\nas God in mercy knows they have to me the\\nburthens and the troubles of this world Then\\nlet the bigot say whate er he will; let strangers\\ncome and strangers go; let canting hj^pocrites\\nor true crusaders fight these follias down\u00e2\u0080\u0094 we ll\\nnot desert them any more than we d desert a\\nfriend who stood unshaken in our hour of need.\\nI cannot argue with you, Donald dear; nor\\nshall I longer try to do so. What you say\\nalways seems the best that can be said, and may\\nbe you are right, for you have read and studied\\nmuch, and thought and talked on subjects only\\ndear to honest-hearted men who understand.\\nBut grant me one request.", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "34 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**Name\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and I grant it, Barbara.\\n**It s only this: To-morrow night this man\\nmakes his report. The meeting s at the yellow\\nschoolhouse, as you know, and all the neighbor-\\nhood is asked to come ourselves among the\\nrest. Forget all prejudice and let us go hear\\nwhat is said, and then decide\u00e2\u0080\u0094 you to conclude\\nwith me there may be higher, better things in\\nlife\u00e2\u0080\u0094 or I, with you, believe as Shakspeare\\nsays:\\n*Poor and content is rich and rich enough;\\nBut riches endless are as poor as winter\\nTo him who ever fears he shall be poor!*\\nBarbara, come here, and let me kiss the\\nhonest lips that spoke those honest words\\nAnd he s to be replaced! What incandescent\\nlight, shining from out a vacuum, shall shame\\ngreat Shakspeare s sun? What puerile popin-\\njay, with senseless twaddle of the times, shall\\nstep into Longfellow s shoes? What moralist,\\nwith an affected modesty, shall in the foulest\\nterms urge on the rest? But, Barbara, as you\\nhave said, we ll wait until to-morrow night.\\nMeantime, no more. God bless you! Go to\\nbed. I want to sit and think awhile, alone.\\n**Bless you, Donald. So, good-night! Don t\\nlet what I have said make you unhappy. My", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 35\\nthought was but to lighten care, and not in-\\ncrease it for you, dear.\\n**I know\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I know\u00e2\u0080\u0094 don t say another word.\\nBurns says it all in the old book:\\nIt s iio in titles nor in rank\\nIt s no in wealth like Lunnon bank\\nTo purchase peace and rest,\\nIf happiness have not her seat\\nAnd centre in the breast T\\nGood-night!\\nGood-night!", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "36 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nIV.\\nThe schoolhouse waited for Columbus Cant,\\nas evidently it had waited for him when he was\\na boy. The night had come. His auditors ex-\\npectantly listened for his bold Ahem! and\\nwatched for his approach. The final day of\\ngrace had passed. The sinners shivered in their\\nseats. The hour of judgment was at hand.\\nStrange as it may seem, the coming of this\\nsolitary warrior on the field had captured all\\nthe camp. Audacity had conquered, and by\\nits very boldness won respect. The call to meet\\nthe conqueror was as imperious as Caesar might\\nhave issued to a race of slaves, commanding\\nthem to pay their homage and their tribute at a\\ncertain hour. Further than this, these simple\\npeople\u00e2\u0080\u0094 overawed by what appeared the great-\\nness and the goodness of their judge were\\nready to confess to sins which he suggested, but\\nwhich they, in worthy ignorance, had never\\nseen or known.\\nThe day so big with fate was one to be re-\\nmembered. **To-morrow, he had said, **we ll", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 37\\nhear what you ve to say, and children on this\\nday had waked before the sun and asked their\\nmothers: Is it to-morrow now? and had\\nbeen answered: **Yes to-day s to-morrow\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nnow keep still. And well they might.\\nMothers cried Fie! to every little fault, and\\nsaid I ll tell the man Old women whispered\\nand gave knowing nods in lieu of silly speech.\\nOld men looked puzzled, but forbore to smile,\\nand others laughed the matter off\u00e2\u0080\u0094 while some,\\nappropriately shocked at such unseemly levity,\\nheld up their hands. The village humorist was\\neven sadder than his wont. The cogitating dog\\nwandered about and hung his head with a dis-\\ngusted and a guilty look, and many times sat\\ndown and closed his eyes, as if to shut out some\\nunpleasant sight. Nature seemed hushed. A\\nSodom and Gomorrah haze hung o er the land-\\nscape like a cloud. The strain on all the day\\nwas great. Night only brought relief. The\\nguiltless penitents, with mea culpa on their\\nlips, were ready to confess to every crime in\\nall the calendars of past and present time.\\nBut, hark! His voice! Committee of him-\\nself and one walked down the aisle and mount-\\ning to the teacher s place, turned on his smile\\nas he d turn up a lamp, and so surveyed the\\nsubiects of his will. The smile died out. He", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "38 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\ndonned his frown, that all might see he set his\\ngentleness aside, and stood for duty which he\\nmust perform.\\nThis understood, Jove-like he launched his\\nthunderbolt and smote in the good cause.\\nBeware the lightning stroke! he cried so\\nsuddenly, that many dodged, and following his\\nswift gesture, as he pointed to the roof, ex-\\npected the impending crash! **Not now! he\\nsaid, **not yet; but it will come to drive you\\nforth and cast you down! 0, race of vipers!\\nHenceforth you shall crawl and hide you in the\\ndust. For doom is yours. Your sins have\\nfound you out, and your iniquities cry even\\nunto Heaven! Your lands shall pass away, and\\nyour inheritance be set at naught! And igno-\\nrance shall still be yours\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and poverty shall\\ncurse you all your days! Behold in us the spies\\nsent out by Israel to tell your downfall to a\\ncoming race! Lo! hear the list of your enor-\\nmities!\\nThen followed in detail the unknown crimes,\\nwhich took a good half-hour to tell, and which\\nhad such high sounding and imposing names\\nthat some felt glad that they were guilty of\\nthem. The money changers in the Temple,\\nwere especially elate, and chuckled in their\\nusual country style. And women who", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 39\\nthought more of home and husbands than in\\ntending meetings for reform, seemed rather\\nproud to own it. But there was one offence too\\ngreat for words to counteract. On that, cried\\nCant, **we march with weapons in our hands.\\nAn army of Davids, we charge upon Uriah 1\\nmean\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Goliath! Goliath yes ha! ha! Though\\nhe walk forth a giant in his strength as well as\\nin his sin, a single stone shall bring him down\\nand then ha! ha! we ll seize him by the\\nthroat and tread him underneath our heel!\\nAnd here again, the seizing and the stamping\\nprocess was renewed this time with variations\\nfor he grasped an unoffending book and tore it\\ninto fragments which he scattered on the floor.\\nSo perish all our enemies he cried All fan-\\ncies and all fictions of the brain! All poetry\\nfrivolities and all romance. Yea, everything, in\\nfact, but fact itself. Let those who would be\\nhappy read the Pentateuch or Saints of latter\\ndays\u00e2\u0080\u0094 or save your worthless souls by this my\\nSermon upon Sin protect yourselves at once\\nProcure it while you still have time. Let our\\ncommittee rise and pass about and bid the err-\\ning and repentant buy (The committee rose\\nand did as was decreed.) *Now, money\\nchangers, ply your trade in a good cause, if you\\nwould be forgiven for, look you\u00e2\u0080\u0094 all your idols", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "40 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nare cast down our Juggernaut annihilates and\\nnone was spared From simple Shakspeare\\ndown to driveling Irving all are gone Why even\\nin the house where I have made my short so-\\njourn, I was insulted by the soulless Burns!\\nBut I destroyed the book, as he who wrote it\\nwas destroyed, and now both burn in everlasting\\nfire! In flames unquenchable! In\\nIn what he did not say\u00e2\u0080\u0094 he got no further.\\nNo peroration\u00e2\u0080\u0094 no doxology closed this too clear\\na scheme. A. man sprang from a seat beside the\\ndoor\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the money changers gave him room, but\\nthe committeeman was overturned, buried be-\\nneath his books women who honored homes\\nand husbands all stood up! A single man re-\\ntreated and that so-called soul too small to\\nbe perceptible\u00e2\u0080\u0094 was sheltered in the carcass of\\nColumbus Cant!\\nBefore the eye of Donald Stuart he shrank\\nback amazed and trembling in the farthest cor-\\nner he could find; but Donald never paused nor\\nlooked toward his foe, nor said a word he\\nmerely raised the centre window and he dropped\\nhis dear guest out\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an unexpected exodus no\\nmore and then he shut the window down so\\nsoftly, easily, that the slight jar it made was as\\na pin fall or a breath\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and then he turned and\\nfaced his friends!", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 41\\nShouts had been heard on Scotland Hill; but\\nnever such as rose in wild approval of the\\nscene. It w^as a blending of the best that blood\\nof Scotsmen and Americans could do with\\nwomen s voices like the shrill scream of the\\npipes, swelling and rising with a higher note\\nthan all the rest, and falling back to rise and\\nrise again\\nIt was the war cry heard at Bannockburn, re-\\npeated in our later days and for a love as loyal\\nand a cause as true!", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "42 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nIn the far distance, faintly heard at intervals^\\nthe booming of the British guns ^announced re-\\nlief to Lucknow. Here it was the steady roar.\\nThe silence of the last two weeks had found\\na voice and now resolved to try it to its last re-\\nsource. Kestraint was at an end. The exit of\\nthe enemy in such a sudden, unexpected way\\nwas magical. The disappearance of the one and\\nbringing forth another in his place was some-\\nthing more\u00e2\u0080\u0094 so startling the effect. Add to\\nthis a double joy\u00e2\u0080\u0094 relief that one who held them\\nbound was gone delight that one who set them\\nfree had come\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and then a joy supreme at sight\\nof Donald Stuart s honest face.\\nSay no more there is no love and sympathy\\nin man that all is coldly selfish in this world\\nand every one is for himself alone.\\nSpeech! speech! they cried; but many\\nminutes passed before he could be heard, and\\nwhen he was, the frenzied crowd gave him his\\ntexts and furnished inspiration for his theme.\\n**The man! the man! **The book\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the\\nbook! **Our friends\u00e2\u0080\u0094 our only friends!", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 43\\n*Burns!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Robert Burns! Our ignorance and\\npoverty! Old men their voices gone\u00e2\u0080\u0094 used\\nonly gestures now, and women pressed towards\\nthe front and smiled through tears of joy.\\nDonald alone was calm. In his familiar, friend-\\nly style he talked to them as he had often\\ndone; but those who knew him best saw some-\\nthing was suppressed asperities rang in his\\nvoice and smouldering passion showed itself\\nat times\u00e2\u0080\u0094 for words came from his lips as\\ntouched by flame, straight from a heart on fire.\\n**I should not say a word at such an hour,\\nhe said, **for what is personal to me may well\\nbe answered in a better way and at a fitter time;\\nbut we are friends upon these hills the living\\nand the dead the same and while there s man-\\nhood left we ll stand by one another.\\n**Aye! aye! We will we will! they cried.\\n**And suffer our inflictions as they come, this\\nlast among the rest.\\n**No, never! no!\\nYes. Some say our punishments are meas-\\nured by our sins, and now you all may judge\\nhow grievous our offence.\\nWe do\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ha ha We do But tell us, Don,\\nwhat sin have we committed that we should\\nsuffer this?\\n**That book you were compelled to buy?", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "44 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nWhy, none. It s one of those intended to re-\\nplace the trifling works of all our poets and\\nphilosophers by teaching us instead the newest\\nkinds of sins. Your pardon that on this I speak\\nmy mind, but words will out when men must\\nuse them in a just defence, and here we stand\\nbetween an open insult and our homes!\\nHear! Hear!\\nThe war is on. The Shakspeare-Bacon con-\\ntroversy proved how bold is the design. Begun\\nin secret, it has grown an open foe. Its forces\\nare sent out to *skirr the country round until\\nour firesides are no longer safe. The invader s\\nhand has seized our household gods and set a\\nbrazen idol in their place. The stroke of the\\niconoclast has shattered all it touched and now\\nwould break the very images of thought itself.\\nFictions and fancies\u00e2\u0080\u0094 poems and philosophies\\nmust perish all. The honored dead are tram-\\npled on\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the living laughed to scorn. The\\nmonuments which love has reared above de-\\nparted greatness have been undermined and\\ntotter to their fall.\\nFor, sooth to say, this is an age of plain uiili-\\nties in which the vulgar rules and shallow things\\nhold sway. Nothing is sacred now. Sin is a\\njest, and wornout sayings masquerade as wit.\\nThe coarse, the common and the homely are in", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 45\\nvogue. Nothing has worth beyond its vital use.\\nPolish is vulgar save upon a shoe; and even\\nfacts, to be believed, must be distinctly plain.\\nDaily we hear the worldly homilies. Dis-\\ncard all fancies. Only read the news. The\\nbeautiful don t pay. All art is dead and inspi-\\nration is a dream The world, just as it is, is\\nwhat we want, and what it might or may be is\\na theme which common sense cares nothing to\\ndiscuss! Ah, well a day! Then to that realm\\ncalled commonplace let those depart who will,\\nand take along their everyday realities. Leave\\nme in all my poverty, I pray, with only thoughts\\nof things which make a brighter world The\\nbeautiful in every thing\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the inspiration and the\\ndream\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a sound of music and a sight of art a\\nword of love\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the last faint echo of a poet s\\nvoice, sounding from out the past! These\\nseeming useless things, which never pay, but\\nwhich are riches greater than a Plutus boasts to\\nhim who knows their value to the world.\\n**Look you, my friends, our homes are\\nfounded on a favored spot. From yonder High-\\nlands down the long Blue Ridge, along the Hud-\\nson and the Delaware, throughout the Empire\\ncity and the Empire State we wander over fa-\\nmous scenes which Cooper, Irving, Bryant,\\nDrake and Edgar Foe, and later giants like to", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "46 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nthese, have made a classic ground. Across the\\nriver yonder, on the western slope which ends\\nin Sleepy Hollow, and within a stone s throw of\\nthe ancient church, is a neglected grave. About\\nit and above it and on every hand are monu-\\nments to millionaires and those who fought for\\nwealth and lived their little lives of selfishness\\nand commonplace. But no one stops to ask\\ntheir names or read their epitaphs\u00e2\u0080\u0094 while at\\nthe grave of Irving men take off their hats and\\nwomen kneel in homage and respect.\\n*What shall prevail against a tribute like to\\nthis?\\nNothing! Never! never!\\nNothing shall ^for look ye, friends, a man s\\nwork is the man himself\u00e2\u0080\u0094 nay more\u00e2\u0080\u0094 his better\\nself, his worth, his intellect, his heart, his soul!\\nI take a book, as I would take a stranger in my\\nhouse, and prove it by its worth. Is it un-\\nworthy\u00e2\u0080\u0094then it goes; but once a friend,\\nit is a friend forever! Such was Kobert\\nBurns!\\nThese four words, coming from a heart o er-\\ncharged, and uttered with an emphasis of rev-\\nerence and love, renewed the wildness of the\\nscene just passed. The fire relighted shone in\\nevery eye. Shouts came anew from every\\nfriendly voice. Women and men arose and", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 47\\nwaved their hands, and well it was no foe was\\nin their reach, or those Scotch Grays of Water-\\nloo had given their inspiring cry and trampled\\nthem to dust!", "height": "3533", "width": "2195", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "48 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nVI.\\nWhen silence was restored, urged on by all,\\nDonald resumed.\\n*My friends, we re simply country folks and\\nignorant and poor, therefore the little that we\\nprize possesses double value.\\n*To me my father s gift was more than what\\nit seemed. It was a souvenir as honored as\\nhimself, and one of the few things he brought\\nfrom his old home. Upon its leaves his name\\nwas marked, with comments and erasures in\\nhis hand, till not an unclean word or thought-\\nless line was left to mar its worth.\\n**You knew my father well, and know it was\\nhis custom, as old age unfitted him for any\\nwork, to go about the lanes and fields and pull\\nup every weed and useless plant that scattered\\nits foul seeds about the farm. So had he done\\nwith this, for every one to read; for, as he said:\\nFaults should be remedied, no matter where\\nthey re found. Nothing is sacred that is wrong.\\nNo error ever was inspired or ever will be nor\\ncan we teach pure thoughts with impure words.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 49\\nNo matter what the ground, the seed you sow\\nwill bring you harvest of its kind. Then wel-\\ncome good, wherever it is found, and let the evil\\ngo.\\n**I mention this, not to bemoan my loss, but\\nthat you all may know how honest was my\\nfather s way compared to this crusade. Father\\nyour gift is in my heart and only He who gave\\nme life can take it from me. As for the other,\\nlet it go, an offering and a sacrifice for good, in\\nmemory of you.\\nOne hundred years ago, in Dumfries, Scot-\\nland, died the poet Burns his last days,\\npassed in dire distress and hopeless poverty,\\nwere sorrowing penitential days for all the\\nerrors of his early life.\\nWithin his grave was buried all reproach for\\nthe light lapses he had made. The gentle, lov-\\ning, feeling heart was laid at rest. The grass\\nthat covered him was wet with sympathetic\\ntears, and over him was reared a glorious mon-\\nument in memory of the loved and lost. From\\nAberdeen to Ayr aye, and in many a distant\\nland these sad memorials stand as witnesses\\nand record still the greatness of the inspired\\nbard but all in vain For in these late degen-\\nerate days come the self-righteous tribes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the\\nrigid, scant religious ones denounced by Burns", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "50 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094the offspring of the Holy Willies of the past,\\nwith curse on lip and stone in hand to war upon\\nthe helpless dead. Envy, jealousy and hate\\nare theirs and for encouragement the bigots\\nand the pharisees plead and uphold their cause.\\n**But let them come the common cry of\\ncurs, an unknown clan of little souls who\\nshame their own obscurity.\\n**In this defence let those assist who will.\\nLet lukewarm friends stand neutral or retire;\\ncowards retreat, or cravens hide. My answer\\nis no plea for mercy or restraint nor protest, nor\\na favor asked; but my defiance uttered here\\nmy gauntlet at the foeman s foot, my weapons\\nin my hand\\nAnd be this labor an expression of my love,\\nThis service give I here with all my heart,\\nThis stand I take for auld lang syne!\\nScotia, dear land of romance and of song, I owe\\nthee much. From thy wild scenes my good\\nforefathers came, bequeathing me the iron will\\nof every clan that scouts the sun and storm on\\nCaledonian hills, and with it the true love of\\ncountry which all Scotsmen own; but to the\\npoor man s bard I owe far more, and if the day\\ncould ever come when bigotry could banish\\nScott or Burns, and leave but cant and realism", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 51\\nin their stead, I never more should care to visit\\nthee to tread thy shores or see the glory and\\nthe glamour in thy name\\n*Ask not, my friends, why I am with the\\nweak against the strong; the wrong against\\nthe right; the one against the many I am not.\\nThat which seems strong and right and hedged\\nby many friends, is only fraud in thin disguise.\\nHypocrisy in the good churchman s borrowed\\nclothes, and all the might they boast is but the\\ncoward host whose cause unstable, shifts and\\nvanishes, or changes with the fashion of the\\nhour. Against all these one honest man s a\\ngiant, and inborn nobleness of thought is better\\nthan a world of their miscalled morality. Join\\nthen with me for what we honor and for those\\nwe love.\\nAye! aye! through life through life!\\nYour hands that s well who will not stand\\nfor right must ever suffer wrong. Who will not\\nfight for honor is a coward slave.\\nEight! right! But then our ignorance and\\npoverty.\\nWonder no more, since you have heard me\\nspeak, that ignorance should dare to lift its\\nvoice. God bless the little schoolhouse where\\nwe stand and yonder convent with its cross and\\nbell. With these to aid, let s make life better", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "52 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nas the days go by and teach our boys and girls,\\nas best we can afford, to make them good and\\nuseful in the world; and, whatsoever else they\\nlack, let them but learn the lessons taught by\\nhonor and by love and they will never more be\\nignorant or poor.\\n**0, charity and kindness, gentleness and\\ntruth, thou modest teachers in the school of\\nlife, let thy sweet virtues but adorn their minds\\nand none will see the sunburn on the honest\\nface or heed the homespun of their poor attire.\\nAnd poverty\u00e2\u0080\u0094 well, what of that? I hail it\\nas an old-time friend. I ve walked with it, and\\ntalked with it, and asked it to forbear me many\\na time but still it clings and lodges in the attic\\nof my house, and many times comes down like\\nfamine to the board and shares our scanty meal.\\nIt steps into my leaky shoes and wears them\\nout in cold and sleet, and wraps its shivering\\nform in my greatcoat until the elbows gape and\\nshine. It sits on watch while I am working in\\nthe fields, but never raises hand to help. It\\ntakes my only coin with a remorseless smile\\nbut suffer as I must, and turn the matter as I\\nmay, I still believe that poverty s my friend.\\nThis much I know the world owes more to\\nwant than wealth. All progess comes from our\\nnecessities. Nature has said to man: *This", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 63\\nworld s yours; but there are certain things you\\nneed. Go, work, and you ll receive them.\\nPoverty produces\u00e2\u0080\u0094 wealth consumes. Poverty\\nis strength wealth is weakness. Poverty is a\\ngiant wealth a sickly slave. The hardened\\nhands of toil upraised the Pyramids and builded\\nBabylon and Nineveh. Poverty created the\\nseven wonders of the world. Poverty of re-\\nsource made necessary all the great inventions\\nof the age. The poverty of thought our in-\\nability to know what lies beyond\u00e2\u0080\u0094 has kept us\\ncheerful here. Poverty the non-possession of\\nthe things for which we yearn has given us\\nthe poets and philosophers. Poverty gave us\\nFerguson, who, lying on his shepherd s plaid at\\nnight, with strings and beads mapped out the\\nconstellations in the heavens. The engine and\\nthe telescope the needle pointing out the path-\\nways of the seas the loom and printing press\\nand all that makes the comfort and the glory of\\nthe world sprang from necessity alone. Tis\\npoverty that digs the diamond from the deepest\\nmine and makes it shine in crowns of queens\\nand emperors. The silks and velvets in the robes\\nof royalty are woven by the hands of poverty,\\nand sorrow sews the ermine as she sits and\\nweeps. Poverty builds palaces, and wretched-\\nness uplifts the monoliths to fallen kings.", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "54 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nIn poverty and tears have been wrought out\\nthe noblest thoughts that animate the hearts of\\nmen. The sweetest melodies have sprung from\\ndiscords in the human breast.\\n*Sweet are the uses of adversity, Shaks-\\npeare says, and so say all who know and feel\\nyet poverty poor poverty outcast, despised\\nhow many do thee wrong! Thy friends are fev/\\nthy votaries none. All shun thee, all despise\\nthee; and thy first offspring\u00e2\u0080\u0094 wealth, well\\ndressed and proud knows not his parent, but\\ndenies thee as he passes by. Thy home, alas!\\nis in the open street, thy covering charity and\\nso you sit and ask for alms, this label on your\\nbreast: That man alone is rich, ivho uses wealth\\nwhich Heaven has given him, to aid hisfelloiv man;\\nbut he toho grasps his millions tvith a greedy hand,\\nand hoards ivealth only for himself, that mari alone\\nis poor.\\n**And now don t ask that I shall say another\\nword, or my disjointed speech will be as poor\\nas poverty itself. Take much for granted\\nwhich I need not tell, and this believe that while\\nI live, in all that s right I m with you heart and\\nhand\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and when I m dead I hope I still may\\ncome, and like *the spirit of the Gregarach\\nwalk with those I love mid these familiar\\nscenes!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 55\\nBowing, he stepped upon the floor to meet a\\nwelcome shout and grasp an hundred out-\\nstretched hands.\\nLike some great knight\u00e2\u0080\u0094 whose quarrel just\\nhad won the day might stand so now stood he.\\nMen welcomed him with loud acclaim and wo-\\nmen offered him their thanks. A crowd of girls\\nencircled him but b(mnie Barbara put them all\\naside and placed her loving arms about his\\nneck, and looking up into his smiling face, she\\nkissed him then and there.", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "56 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nVII.\\nCongratulations at an end, a little old bald-\\nheaded man, mounted upon a chair, stood in a\\ncorner of the room and vainly tried to speak.\\nHis voice, or what was left of it, came forth at\\nintervals in feeble pipes like those which beg-\\ngar-women constantly turn out, in grunts and\\nsqueaks, from imitation organs on the street;\\nand still he made the motions as a windmill\\nmight, and swung his arms, and stamped his\\nfoot, and turned red in the face, and struck an\\nattitude, till presently all eyes were on him.\\nFather Lindsay! Father Lindsay! they\\nall cried; a speech! a speech! And Father\\nLindsay, like the great chief Tamanend, was\\nborne along by all the warriors of the tribe, and\\nfairly lifted over seats and ladies heads, and\\nspite of his gesticulating kicks, was placed upon\\nthe platform, where he stood, the council s hope\\nand pride.\\nHurrah for Father Lindsay! Father Lind-\\nsay bowed return, and then a matchless piece\\nof oratory swayed the helpless crowd.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 57\\nSign language did it all. He never spoke a\\nword. A lot of motions, postures, stamps and\\nnods made up his whole discourse. Yet he was\\nearnestess itself, and emphasized each whispered\\npoint in such a way that laughter, shouts and\\nbravos sounded on all sides. At every pause\\ncame cries of Good! Good! Bravo!\\nBravo **Hear Then, after a long meter of\\ngesticulated words, some one would cry:\\n**Second the motion! Then, as he struck the\\ndesk, they d all cry ^Carried! and repeat the\\nwhack until it rang again.\\nHurrah for Father Lindsay Father Lind-\\nsay rose to the occasion now. He stood up on\\nthe teacher s desk and made his points in such\\na way that every resolution ended with a bang;\\nand not until the desk gave way was Father\\nLindsay carried off.\\n*Hurrah for Father Lindsay!\\nSandy Ramsey took his place. He was a tall\\nand raw-boned Scot, with leery eye, which\\ntwinkled with delight and looked as full of mis-\\nchief as a wildcat s on a summer night.\\n*An now! he said, *we ve carried every-\\nthing, includin the last speaker to his seat, I ll\\njust make bold to move that all the resolutions\\nwe ve just heard be sent-\u00e2\u0080\u0094 exactly as gude\\nFather Lindsay spoke to that same saintly", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "58 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nspy o Eesrael that our gude frien Don dropped\\nout o yonder windy there.\\nNo no, exclaimed the crowd.\\n**Yes! yes! It s our appreeceation a sort o\\nblonk endorsement, don t ye ken? Here, Handy-\\nCapper you committeeman! he called to that\\nunfortunate who during all this time had been\\npreparing for departure, gathering up his traps\\nand searching for his sacred books.\\n**Here, you spy No. 2. Tak a yer bukes an\\nkeep the siller ye ha got\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an here s a dollar\\nmore if ye ll no show yer long sour face in this\\nveeceenity again. There, this blank paper just\\ntaps off yer load now go and stay. Hand on\\nI d help to carry that; but ye ll soon find the\\nother spy awaitin ye ootside. Ye should be\\ngoin wi a pole upon the shoulders of ye two,\\nand, hangin down between, a bunch o grapes\\nthat s the old Bible pecter but ye re too airly\\nin the season here. Our grapes are green\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an\\nJ yer two faces would turn milk and honey sour\\nupon the way\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and onyway we don t believe\\nthe gude Creator ever made one lot o children\\nto be blessed and ithers to be dommed, because\\nauld Eesreal was sa unco gude\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and thenk ye\\nwere too long a-comin anyway, and wasted\\ntime for forty years a-playin in the Welderness\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094and makin golden serpents an the like", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 59\\ntill we ha got a little Canaan here, an now ye\\nwant us folks to gie it up; but you two manna-\\neatin sarpent-makin tramps, gae back an\\ntell the rest that we don t budge a fute except\\nto kick ye oot\u00e2\u0080\u0094 now go.\\nUpon such gentle invitation the silent and the\\nsaintly stranger went, a goodly servant in a\\nworthless cause.\\nThe eyes which followed him now turned to\\nmeet a more familiar face. The schoolmaster\\nwas in his place and patching up his desk.\\nI wish, he said, the men who came to\\nmend our morals would stop their tmkering at\\nunknown trades and take to mending desks;\\nbat. Father Lindsay, it is all your fault. You ll\\nstay in after school for this, and I will give you\\nsomething to take home and think of over night.\\nHere, order now! We ve had ^hurrahs enough\\nto last a month. Boys, get on your own side.\\nGirls to your place. I ve got a lesson that I\\nwant to put before you all, for I confess I ve\\nlearned one here to-night myself. We all know\\nnow what friendship is, and what forbearance\\nmeans, and if our better natures speak, we d\\nadd, forgiveness too.\\n**Right! Right! Hear! Hear!\\n**I move, then, that before we go we thank\\ngood Master Stuart for his manly words, and", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "60 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nSaDdy for his Sunday-school discourse, and\\nFather Lindsay, too, for all he said\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and more\\nhe didn t say.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2Carried. **Good! **Hurrah for Father\\nLindsay!\\nFurthermore, I think, if we consider the re-\\nsult, we can afford to offer thanks to him who\\nhas abused our hospitality and laid his impious\\nhands upon the things we loved and prized.\\nNo\u00e2\u0080\u0094 never\u00e2\u0080\u0094no!\\n**Yes! For his act has made us one; has\\ntaught us self-respect, and roused us up and\\njomed our hands in honor of our homes.\\n**Good! Good!\\nWhat say ye then if Saturday night we all\\nmeet here and plan to turn this evil into good,\\nand welcome every honest friend they ve tried\\nto take away?\\n**Good! Good! We ll all be here!\\nThen school is out to-night. Let us go\\nhome, and keep our lessons in our minds and in\\nour hearts a fixed resolve that right shall ever\\nrule our humble homes and every fireside while\\nit s free, shall claim the world s respect!\\nAt this even Father Lindsay found a little\\nvoice to aid the final and approving shout.\\nThe shock was over\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Scotland Hill stood firm.\\nLike children going home from school these", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 61\\nhonest people talked and lingered on the way\\nand where they parted at some lane or path, or\\nat the corners where departing roads led off into\\nthe darkness, there good-night! in differing\\nvoice was heard and calling back and shaking\\nhands again, with promises to **come over to\\nour house and spend the day and then a dis-\\ntant call or merry laugh and, finally, the\\nvoices dying out, and in the distance, barking\\ndogs, and one by one the sudden lights\u00e2\u0080\u0094 like\\nwill-o wisps as windows were lit up; and then\\nthe darkening as they passed, and then at last\\neach party in the stillness of their lonely house,\\nthen silence over all.\\npeaceful country scenes what can com-\\npare, in all the glare and glory of the world\\nwith these sweet times of rest? What can re-\\nplace the stilly nights, the slowly waking morn,\\nthe short siesta, or the dolce far niente of a lazy\\nafternoon when summer holds her sway.", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "62 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nVIII.\\nDonald and Barbara, on arriving home, went\\nup the path and opened the back gate. Luath\\nhad followed them so quietly they did not even\\nknow he d been away from home; but now they\\ncalled him in and patted him upon his shaggy\\nhead and asked him what the matter was for\\nstrange to say he sniffed the air and whined and\\nthen ran to the road and back again, his nose\\nupon the ground. Meantime a light shone from\\nthe window of the summer kitchen, causing\\nBarbara to start.\\n*Donald, she asked, **what light is that?\\nWe left the house quite dark and closed the\\ndoors.\\n*0h, nothing, Donald answered. **Mother\\nmust be up. Go in this way. I ll go and see.\\nAnd, as he spoke, he entered the back door\\nand went into the room to find the light turned\\nup\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but no one there. Only a letter left for\\nhim beneath the lamp. He sank into a chair\\nand opened it and read.\\nBarbara, meanwhile, had passed into the", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 63\\nfront room by the porch, to find the door wide\\nopen and the night wind blowing in. She\\nlighted a small taper match and held it up no-\\nbody there but as she turned to close the\\ndoor, a hand grasped hers the light went out\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nand her sharp cry was answered by a caution-\\ning\\n**Hush! and then a hurried speech which\\ntold her everything. **No noise. I come to\\nsay good-bye, and tell you all. I love you.\\nLoved you from the first. For that I lingered\\nhere. For that I brave all now. You know\\nthat this is true. I have no time to tell you\\nmore. Say only you believe that you some\\nday will leave this cur and come to me. Here is\\nmy card and my address. Keep it and write.\\nOne kiss, and now good-bye.\\nHer answer was one word her husband s\\nname\u00e2\u0080\u0094 as she rushed out upon the open porch\\nand struggled to be free. But Donald heard no\\ncry. He only saw the letters dance before his\\neyes, and read these words:\\nA curse upon you! You have spoiled my\\nscheme. But my revenge shall strike where\\nmost you love This is the wound I leave with-\\nin your heart\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and so good-bye!\\nTwo strokes upon the window which he", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "64 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nfaced, and he looked out to see the paws of\\nLuath on the pane, and his great anxious eyes\\nlook in. Then the dog barked and ran away\\na moment and returned, repeating the same\\naction as before, and Donald bounded to the\\ndoor. Luath had said as loud as canine words\\ncould speak: **My mistress come with me!\\nand one loud cry of Barbara answered him!\\nThe Jibbonainosay was up in Donald Stuart s\\nheart. An instant and he faced the foe to him\\nin this dark hour, Wenonga Cant! He used no\\nwords he drew no weapon left no mark or\\ncross upon his victim s breast, but in his hands\\nof iron he grasped him by the throat, and cast\\nhim to the earth, and trampled him beneath his\\nfeet the dread Lex talionis which he had been\\ntaught, with all forbearance and forgivenness\\ncast aside.\\nHe dragged him to the fence he raised him\\nup and threw him over in the road while\\nBarbara looked on and Luath fairly cried for\\njoy.\\nCurses and groans, and noise of fast departing\\nfeet kept up till they were lost beyond the\\nhill, where Luath, following, sat and barked\\nended the schedule of Columbus Cant.\\nBarbara came out where Donald stood and\\nheld him in her arms, and leaned her head upon", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 65\\nhis breast; but neither said a word, and pres-\\nently the dog came back turning, and barking\\nat each turn- and then at last he came inside, and\\nfollowing his master and his mistress to the\\nporch he lay down quietly and placed his head\\nupon his paws before their feet.\\nGood Heavens! What s the matter here?\\nasked the old mother,in a half crying voice, as\\nshe came down the stairs, wrapped in a shawl,\\nand peeped out of the door.\\n**0h, nothing mother nothing!\\nNothing? Why I thought the house was\\nfalling down. I never heard such noise in all\\nmy life. What was the dog barking at?\\n**He barked at nothing, too.\\n**Huh! Just like that dog. He ll bark at\\nnothing all night long; but if a robber comes to\\nrob the house, I ll warrant you he will be\\nsound asleep.\\n**Yes, mother, yes. There, go to sleep your-\\nself. It s getting late.\\n**Well, ril go back. I do hope there won t\\nbe any more ado for nothing, anyway. You ll\\nwake our guest.\\n**No, mother, he has gone.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*Well, well, he s gone. That s good! Well,\\nthank Heaven, he didn t hear the noise. Did he\\nleave any word? What did he say?", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "66 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nDamnation!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2What?\\nDamnation!\\n**0h, and all for nothing. Well, maybe you\\ntwo know everything, and all that Fm to know\\nis nothing! Well, good-night. Go to bed.\\nNothing eh? Well, I never saw such times I\\nnever and so she talked till she was back\\nagain upstairs.\\nNow in the silence of the night, with no one\\nnear, and only faithful Luath lying at their feet,\\nDonald and Barbara sat alone.\\nSo strong the bond twixt man and wife that,\\nwhere they love, they can divine each other s\\nthoughts\u00e2\u0080\u0094 can almost see the mysteries of the\\nmind, and read each other s faces in the dark.\\nSo Barbara, as she leaned on Donald s breast,\\nknew all his troubled thought. Its silence\\ntold her more than words and forced her lips to\\nframe an answer which should break the spell.\\nDonald, she said, **you are silent\u00e2\u0080\u0094 yet I\\nknow a thousand words are working some dis-\\ntrust within your generous mind. Oh, Donald,\\nspeak to me.\\nWell, Barbara.\\nOnly my name and coupled with a sigh.\\nWhat is the matter, Donald?\\nNothing, Barbara.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 67\\n**Yes, but there is. You cannot put me off\\nwith such a word. There is some worry in\\nyour heart; and now, when I ve to bless you\\nmost for your protecting arm, it only clasps\\nme with a cold embrace and shows your confi-\\ndence and love are gone.\\nForgive me, Barbara; but I cannot help but\\nfeel and he said right a sting is in my heart.\\nNot a distrust of me?\\n**No, Barbara, no and yet why is it that I\\nfeel it here? Tell me if you have ever led that\\nman to think he could address you with dis-\\nhonest words. You, my dear wife, of all the\\nworld the one most trusted and beloved?\\n**Donald, I need not answer no. When you\\nare calm enough to think, your trusting heart\\nwill answer fully in my stead and tell you all\\nyour confidence and love have never been mis-\\nplaced.\\nBarbara.\\n**0h, husband, if I ve had a thought it was to\\ndo you good, and in some way repay you for\\nthe honest love you ve ever shown to me. I\\ntold you this last night, and I repeat it now\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\ndespite of all that s chanced since then despite\\nof what you think or all the world may say\\nmy heart is yours alone.\\n**No more, dear Barbara, no more. I take", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "68 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nyou at your word as I have done these long\\nyears past. No witness shall be called twixt\\nyou and me, for when I can no longer trust I\\nshall no longer love or longer wish to live.\\nDonald!\\nKemeniber long ago\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the night we both\\nknelt here beside my dying father s chair the\\nmoon came up and looked upon the scene, con-\\nfirming father s loving words: *Be faithful in\\ndark hours. The light will come. And see,\\nshe s rising over Indian Hill as bright and con-\\nstant as in vanished days, and chaste and beau-\\ntiful withal; but not more lovely, loving, faith-\\nful than my Barbara is whose home is in my\\nheart.\\nClasped in each other s arms they seemed\\nagain the youthful pair of other years. Their\\nhearts were just the same and all about them\\ntook the color of the past and led them back\\nthrough the long lane of yesterdays to that\\nsweet halcyon time of love no mortal e er for-\\ngets.\\nOh, happy is that man whose honest faithful\\nwife can with him so retrace the journey of\\neventful years and find no shadows on the road\\nthey are ashamed to pass, or haunted houses\\nat the end they dare not enter in And blessed\\nthe wife who, for the love and trust she gave.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBEl^T BURNS. 60\\nhas found a guide who leads her fearlesc\\nthrough the world whoso word is honored in\\nthe haunts of men whose name with women is\\na title of respect who wears no weapon, bears\\nno shield; but who no matter what his pov-\\nerty or state stands a true gentleman in every\\nplace sans peur et sans reproche.", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "CO ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nIX.\\nWhen Donald closed the house that night he\\nsaid good-night to Luath at the door and\\ncalled him his good friend. The dog re-\\nsponded with a whine in which affection was as\\nclear as such sounds could convey. Then he\\nput out his paw and wagged his tail and licked\\nhis master s hand.\\n**My good old dog, said Donald, patting him\\nupon the head, go to your kennel now. No\\none will bother us again. And see the wind\\nis shifting to the east and clouds are gathering\\naround the moon. To-morrow it will rain.\\nWell, as I can t work in the fields, I ll make\\nyou a new house. Good-night, my faith-\\nful fellow. You re better than the man\\nyou followed down the road. He plundered\\nmy poor home by day you guard it in the\\nnight. While he deceived, he seemed a friend\\nand looked me in the face and smiled\\na thing no decent dog was ever known to\\ndo; but, Luath, justice recognizes right and\\nalways spurns the wrong. The man is in the", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 71\\nstreet you in your house. He has the\\nworld s contempt you its respect. Good-\\nnight.\\nAs Donald had foreseen, the morning opened\\ncold and brought a northeast storm but bright\\nfires made it cheery in the house, and the re-\\nstraint was gone which, for a fortnight back,\\nhad weighed upon it worse than gloom. Diccon\\nand Joan went singing to their work and Bar-\\nbara was like a girl released from school, en-\\njoying the first holiday; and good old mother\\nStuart sang a dozen tunes, each one beginning\\non a wornout note and ending in a droning\\nsound in concert with the kettle on the fire.\\nAt length the call of breakfast shut her off;\\nbut finding Donald did not hurry from the barn,\\nshe went to the back door and let her voice out\\nin a prolonged yell a **B-r-e-a-k-f-a-a-a-a-st!\\nin a quavering cadenza, good and strong, which\\nbrought an answering whoop, then she was\\nhappy and came in again and sung her little\\nditty by the fire.\\nBarbara, she said, while she was waiting\\nfor another tune, **did I get up last night and\\ncome downstairs?\\nWhy, yes, of course. Don t you remember\\nhow you talked to us?\\n**Yes, I remember that. I asked you some-", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "72 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nthing, but I couldn t understand what it was\\nyon said. Who was it fell downstairs?\\n**Why, nobody, of course.\\n*Well, then, who was it made that noise?\\nNobody yes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 that is nobody, too.\\n**0h, I didn t know. Maybe I d better sing:\\n*From Greenland s icy mountains\\nTo India s coral sands\\nThat s beautiful, mother, cried Donald,\\ncoming in. What song is that?\\n**0h, nothing.\\n*I mean who wrote it, mother?\\n**Nobody. You see I make up my songs, just\\nas you do your stories, as I go along.\\n*The wicked flee when none pnrsue\\nI am bound for the land of Canaan!\\nIf you get there before I do\\nJust tell them I am coming too,\\nFor I m bound for the land of Canaan\\nAs she finished this the knowing look she\\ngave set Barbara and Donald in a roar; but the\\nold lady never cracked a smile.\\n**rd be ashamed if I were you, she said,\\ndisturbing people in the night by throwing\\nvisitors over the outside fence into the road.\\nI hope you didn t break the palings off.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 73\\n**Who told you that?\\n**0h, nobody, of course. I saw that in my\\ndreams.\\nWhat else, mother?\\nNothing. Only this I say\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the money I\\ngave that fellow for the heathen reached the\\nright hands for the first time.\\nThe heathen in his blindness\\nBows down to stocks and stone!*\\nWell, well no wonder he knew everything\\nfrom Genesis to Malachi. Why, he knew\\nnothing else. Well show me a thief and I ll\\nshow you a liar that is true if he was not.\\nDon Stuart, you ought to be ashamed to touch\\nthat little six-foot man. Why didn t you call\\nme? Give him some coflFee, Barbara hot. He\\ndon t deserve to have a single thing except\\nthe best the house affords. Oh, laugh! I d\\nlaugh myself; bat there s a certain kind of\\nhumor that s so bad we can t tell which is best,\\nto laugh or cry.\\n**Laugh, mother, laugh, said Donald, with\\ndelight. When women smile within the house\\nmen never heed the stormy world without.\\nThis is our happy day.\\nAnd so their merry talk beguiled the time till,\\nbreakfast over, Luath had a feast. Then Donald", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "74 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\ntook him to the shop and made a kennel for\\nhim with a gothic roof, a sliding door, and at\\nthe back, a window this, not only for the light,\\nand sun and air, but that\u00e2\u0080\u0094 as Donald said\\nsome time a friendly face may look in there\\nand warn you of mischance, as last night you\\nwarned me.\\nIt was the middle of the afternoon before the\\ntask was done; then Donald and the dog went\\nout, despite the rain and dripping grass, to\\nmake their usual survey of the farm.\\n**The night will be quite cold, said Donald,\\nas he took his coat. Vm glad the storm con-\\ntinues and the wind still holds and makes the\\nwet trees shiver in the blast, for should it clear\\nto-night the frost would come, and do more\\nmischief in an hour than all a summer s work\\ncould mend. Come, Luath, come. First up in\\nthe back fields, then down the woods and then\\nbelow the road, and when we come back home\\nwe ll bring the cows along. Diccon, put dry\\nstraw underneath the shed, and some in this\\nnew kennel for the dog, and take it when you\\ngo down to the house. We ll bring the cattle\\nup. Come, Luath, come.\\nAnd so the friends went out together in the\\nrain, across the open fields. The man with\\nmerry calls j^nd bits of song\u00e2\u0080\u0094the dog, with", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 76\\nsuch poor voice as nature gave, responding from\\nthe gladness of his heart.\\nWithin the house both Barbara and Mother\\nStuart found enough to do and as for questions\\nthe old lady, who had learned the art, now\\nfound her opportunity and plied her trade.\\nSuffice to say the little that she didn t know\\nabout the troubles of the night before, was like\\na dictionary to her now, with every word pro-\\nnounced and properly explained.\\nWhen satisfied that she had got it all, she\\nsaid no more, but took her knitting and sat\\ndown and carolled some more songs:\\n*Arise! Arise! my soul, arise!\\nSha-ake off your guilty fears I\\nAnd then these scraps she d interline with a\\nsoliloquy.\\n**Wonder they didn t break the fence, and\\nthen repeat, in song, the few last words:\\n*Sh-a-a-keoff your guilty fears!\\nI ll thank that dog, when he comes home,\\nif it s the last thing I ever do in my life.\\n*A-rise arise my soul, arise!*\\nWanted to kiss her huh! no wonder he\\nwent over the fence quick", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "76 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n*And like a coward fell.\\nShe always went to bed at dusk but days in\\nMay are long and she had time before the cow-\\nbells and the barking dog broke off her song to\\nrun down, like the clock upon the mantelpiece,\\nand then wind up again.\\n**Come, now, said Barbara. **Donald has re-\\nturned. Let s have our supper before dark to-\\nnight. What do you say?\\nWell\u00e2\u0080\u0094 just a cup of tea for me; but give\\nthat dog a rouser. Luath! Here! she called,\\nopening the back door. Here, good old dog.\\nI treated you just like a cur last night; but now\\nI take it back. I meant the other man.\\n**No matter, mother, Barbara said. **We\\nknow now who to trust. Here s his new kennel\\nDonald made, and here is Don himself. Come\\nin, you good old darling, you\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and take off your\\nwet coat. I ll hang your hat up. There s the\\nrain water in that pail. There s castile soap,\\nand a dry towel s on the rack and the best\\nsupper that we ever had is waiting on the fire.\\n**Thanks, Barbara, for thought of me. I m\\nglad that every thing is housed; for as the\\nMacbeth murderer says: *It will be rain to-\\nnight.\\nWords full of meaning and appropriate,", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 77\\nsaid Barbara. **But I have four more apt and\\neloquent.*\\nAnd they?\\n**Come in to supper, sir.\\nNever is day too dark for cheerful hearts, or\\nthose who make best use of present joys. And\\nnever, never is our fate so hard but pleasant\\nwords can make all bright again.\\nThat night brought back the good old time.\\nThe peaceful house\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the mother gone to bed;\\nJoan s chattering talk, and Diccon s hesitating\\ntelling of his love, as he sat in the corner by\\nthe kitchen stove, and watched his rustic\\nsweetheart do her work; the pattering rain the\\nnoise of waterspouts, and dripping eaves; the\\ndistant murmurs of the brook beneath the\\nbridge; the fitful gusts of soughing winds, and\\nmoaning of the bending pines; the chippering\\nswallow in the chimney top, and the faint cry\\nof mice inside the wall; the purring of the doz-\\ning cat; the cricket s feeble ait the ticking\\nclock; the murmuring of the fire and as the\\nnight advanced the crowing cock, and then the\\nhush that followed it till answer came far down\\nthe road\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and then the barking of a distant dog;\\nbut Luath s quiet said to all within: *Teace is\\nupon this house. Go on and whisper all your\\ntales of love\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and good friends sitting by the", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "78 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nopen fire, pull down the curtain that no eye in-\\ntrudes, or passers in the night behold you happy\\nin each other s arms; or nature in her strife\\ncome to disturb your dreams.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 70\\nX.\\nThe call to meet on the appointed night was\\nnot forgotten. The cause which made it was\\nalive and every day intensified. A clarion note\\nwas sounding in the air. A simple lantern\\nborne along the road by some belated messen-\\nger, who had gone out to talk the matter over\\nwith a friend, was portent of the coming storm.\\nIt was the emblem of sepulchral yew the\\nblazing cross and signal Malise bore across the\\nScottish hills. It called him coward and it\\n**doomed him woe, who failed to join the strife!\\nTime, never halting, never slow, soon went\\nthe round till Saturday was reached. This hur-\\nried by. The noon-mark scarcely showed ere it\\nwas gone. A few hours and it seemed the sun\\nwent down. Already afternoon had closed the\\nwindows of departing day. The shadows\\nlengthened as they crept along. Dusk came,\\nclose followed by the deeper gloom then Night\\ndark empress over half the world stalked\\nforth and sat down quietly upon her ebon\\nthrone. Her robe was velvet of the raven s hue,", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "80 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nand the embroidery was jet. Her cestus and\\nher girdle gleamed like eyes of fire. A starry\\ndiamond shone upon her breast, as Venus shines\\nthrough rifts of cloud. Her black veil, spread\\nacross the heavens, was spangled with unnum-\\nbered stars, and the great Moonstone centered\\nin her diadem, with countless brilliants circling\\nit about.\\nSuch was the radiant beauty of the queenly\\nnight.\\nHow great the business of this little world\\nhow all engrossing are the passions of mankind\\nor else how insignificant, alas! great Nature s\\nworks must be that man so seldom turns his\\neyes upon the glories of such scenes as these.\\nBut in the schoolhouse now, the men and\\nwomen of the hamlet met, that which might\\nchange some portion of the world, or work out\\nhappiness and good for one or many of the hu-\\nman race, was in the passing hour, to be dis-\\ncussed. So simple are the ways, so seeming\\npoor the instruments which, in the hands of\\nProvidence, are made to shape the fortunes of\\nmankind.\\nLo, the reviled, but patient Nazarene\\nAn outcast and a wanderer in Palestine\\nTo-day the master of the world s morality!\\nWhose words sublime have swayed the sons of men\\nWhose deeds and death proclaimed a living God", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 81\\nThe goodly company was early on the scene,\\nand there was no delay. The master who dis-\\nmissed the meeting of the former night was in\\nhis place and opened the proceedings now. He\\nrose and spoke:\\nThis meeting, called at my suggestion, Tues-\\nday last, I call to order at this time. You\\nknow its object and will name the one who\\nwill preside; but first a word let us begin\\nwhere we left off and finish what we left un-\\ndone.\\nI m thenkin ye re jest right, said Sandy\\nRamsey, striding out upon the floor; **when\\nworkin in the fields, we cut the swath where\\nwe have left the scythe and take the corn row\\nwhere we dropped the hoe, an so there s\\nn aethin skepped.\\n**Right Sandy s right! said several who sat\\ngaping in his face, and Sandy smiled and raised\\nhis voice\\n**Now, Mr. Overseer, or whatsoe er ye are\\nthe unfeeneshed beesnessof the ither night was\\nFather Lindsay s speech, and I ve been lyin\\nwake o nights a-thenkin what it was and\\nmaybe if we put him on the table there he ll be\\na human phonegraph and if we oil his gud-\\ngeons an adjoost his crank his ceelender will\\nturn, an out of every little groove he ll grind", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "8^ ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nthe words o that same speech that s stored\\ninside.\\nThere was a roar at this and everybody cried\\nout:\\nFather Lindsay! Father Lindsay! and\\ncarried him triumphantly to the stand and\\nthere he stood without a smile\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and presently\\nbegan to imitate the turning of a crank, and\\nmoved his lips, as everybody bent their ears to\\nlisten and sure enough a splur and blur^\\nand blup and blang and then the following in\\na phoney screech, which made the listeners\\nalmost drown the piping voice by laughing out\\nof place. This was one speech not *cut and\\ndried but rather one preserved:\\nHu-hu-hu-rah! Hu-hu-rah! for the man\\nwho threw the other man out of the window\\nGood!\\nAnd here a flourish and the gesture No. 1,\\nand all cried **Good it is! **Second the\\nmotion! Good!\\nAnd hu-hu-rah! Rah! for the man who\\nmade the window where one man threw the\\nother out Hurrah\\nAnd here a wave of arms\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and short Hip!\\nHip! and then all shouted with a will:\\nHurrah! Hurrah! for Father Lindsay!\\nAnd hu-hu-rah! rah! for the schoolhouse", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 83\\nwhich had such a man and such a window in\\nit hip hurrah\\nThen the shouts and flourishes renewed:\\n*Hurrah for Father Lindsay!\\nAnd hu-rah! rah! rah! for every man who\\nstands by every other man who in the school-\\nhouse throws a man or any other man out of\\nthat window or any other window so he\\nthrows him out!\\nAt this he brought his right fist down and\\nwhacked his left, and gave the desk a kick\\nwhich made it shake again. The crowd all\\nlaughed and yelled\\nHurrah for Father Lindsay\\nAnd in conclusion, this is what I say if\\nthere is any man, who is a man, and doesn t\\nthrow a man who s not a man, out of all the\\nwindows in this old schoolhouse I ll throw him\\nout myself!\\nThis time, his final kick had broken desk and\\nplatform too, but that his laughing friends bore\\nhim away in triumph to his seat.\\n**Hurrah for Father Lindsay!\\nNo sooner was this orator in his place than\\nSandy Eamsey rose again and took the floor.\\nTo say the truth, he was a little jealous now be-\\ncause the human phonograph had outdone its\\ninventor, and he resolved to talk it down.", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "84 ROMANCE OF RORERT BURNS.\\n**I m thenkin said he, with a caustic grin,\\n**the Lord is vara kind to let such humble een-\\nstruraents be heard at sic a time\u00e2\u0080\u0094and it was\\nmercy to withhold the same the other night;\\nbut when ye want yer talkin done ye ll call on\\nme. I ve had the etch for that these mony\\nyears. 1 learned the treck o it when I was i\\ntravelin in the West. I ll tell ye how it was\\nye see\u00e2\u0080\u0094 once on a time m\\nOrder! Order! cried the crowd, wh6)\\nknew the genial Saady s etch was cacoethes\\nloquendi of the chroniG type; but Sandy neverr\\ntook a hint.\\nOf course, he said, if ye go makin noise I\\ncan t talk half so fast or long. Once on\\ntime\\nOrder! Order!\\nYe mind the time McShaw and I ran off from\\ntjQnie__well\u00e2\u0080\u0094 then\u00e2\u0080\u0094 once on a time\\nOrder! Order! The gentleman will take\\nhis seat.\\nOf course\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I didn t thenk o that. When\\nam sittin down I ll talk just twice as fast\\naltho in either way, I m just a pump, an\\nwhen ye work me up an down, the suctioi\\nbrings the words, just like the water flowin ii\\na stream But that s no matter now. When\\nwas travelin in the West", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 85\\n**Order! The meeting must proceed.\\n**Well, open up! said Sandy; ye won t\\nbother me. Weel, travelin takes siller all the\\ntime and so McShaw an I got poor, and pov-\\nerty sticks like a woodtick in the Eendean\\nterreetory. Have ony of ye ever been oot\\nthere? Weel, one day when we were roound in\\nthat veeceenity^\\nA low groan issuing from a corner of the room\\nbrought Sandy to a halt. He glared around,\\nhis swiveled eye on fire.\\nLook here, he said; ifye reso near the\\ndyin as a that, I ll just wait till ye regone an\\nthen I ll come an murn for ye.\\nHe paused and then somebody prayed before\\nhe could resume and asked, with other favors,\\nthat if the life of Sandy Ramsey was to be pro-\\nilonged his speech at least might be cut short.\\nA general Amen! resounded through the\\nroom and Sandy sat down in disgust.\\n**0f course, he said to those around him,\\nif I d a known this was to be a funeral or a\\ntellin o expeereance I would a started on that\\ntack mysel and here he rose again and re-\\npommenced on a religious key.\\n**Brethern! he shouted in a nasal twano-,\\nI ll gie ye my expeereance wi a pair o mules.\\nbought em frae a deacon in the church just", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "86 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nafter I had joined an when I couldn t swear.\\nWell, then, he guaranteed they d pull a two\\nhorse load thro ony mudhole that I ever\\nsaw. Weel one day, down by Drinker s mill,\\nthey both stuck fast an wouldn t pull a pound.\\nI argued an I coaxed an used the whip, an\\ntied the halter strap to their forelegs, an tried\\nto pull em forward, but the place suited em\\ntoo weel, an so they settled down to stay.\\nThen Drinker s boy kem out an says he,\\n*Sandy, them is Deacon Drawback s mules an\\nye must give em jest the kind o exhortin that\\nhe used to gie I ll show ye how. An then\\nhe straddled the nigh mule, an kicked his\\nheels, an cracked the whip, and yelled out\\nforty rods of D s\u00e2\u0080\u0094 with *gee ejo\u00e2\u0080\u0094 long, therr\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nyou infernal double d d fools an such a\\nscatterin ye never saw. The boy an load were\\ndrapped off as they went. I couldn t see em\\nfor the dust, and never cotched em till they\\nwhizzed around the corner to the barn, just five\\nmiles from the start! Say if there s to be\\nmore prayin here to-night jest eenterject a\\nfew spare words for me an ask forgiveness for\\nthe way I swore.\\n**Amen! and laughter followed this\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and\\nthen a silence as the master rose and greeted\\nan old man who came in quietly and stood un-", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 87\\ncovered near the door. His hair, snow white,\\nset off a face of marked intelligence in which\\nwas mingled kindness and command. His man-\\nner spoke of gentleness and dignity, and as his\\nkindly eye surveyed the room, he smiled and\\nstarted down the aisle.\\nAt sight of him a reverential hush fell on the\\nthrong. The men stood up, the women offered\\nhim a seat; Sandy stared as if he saw a ghost,\\nand hoped he didn t hear; the master grasped\\nhis hand and spoke:\\n^Welcome, he said. **This is an honor we\\ndid not expect. My friends, our worthy minis-\\nter.\\nThese words were useless and were scarcely\\nheard. The sight of this good man they loved\\nwas like an inspiration. Involuntary shouts\\nburst forth. Men cheered. This was a wel-\\ncome from the very heart\u00e2\u0080\u0094 affecting all alike\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nthe ones who gave it and the one who heard.\\nThere was a moment s pause. The pastor s\\nface turned pale, and then, without a word of\\nthanks or sentence of reply, he raised his hands\\nto Heaven\\n**0, God, in mercy bless thy people here, and\\nguide them in the right. And this thy servant,\\nstanding in their midst, in sight of Thee, give\\nhim grace and strength and love, forgiveness,", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "88 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nkindness, charity, and let his feeble hands and\\nvoice aid them in every trial of their lives in\\nfortunes good or bad\u00e2\u0080\u0094 sickness or health\u00e2\u0080\u0094 or\\ndanger\u00e2\u0080\u0094 or that dread hour when death shall\\ncome and end all brotherhood and friendship in\\nthis world. Amen.\\nA silence followed this appeal. So solemn\\nand so feeling its effect, no human voice essayed\\nto break the spell. It would have seemed irrev-\\nerent. Here were no ordinary, worn out forms.\\nNo cold words uttered in constraint of sin. No\\nvirtuous eyes to look the world to scorn. Here\\nwas a man with heart and soul of man meet-\\ning the sinner upon equal ground, with love\\nhis only weapon, and with God his only\\nguide.\\nLet me preside, he said, *if you will kindly\\ngive mo leave. I know your purpose and re-\\nspect your cause and such poor help as may\\nbe mine to give, I ll freely render you.\\nThanks! Thanks! all cried. Speak!\\nSpeak!\\nFor now they longed to see his face and hear\\nhis voice who came to them a friend besides\\nthe kindness touched them home, and no one\\ncared to interrupt it by a word not even Sandy\\nRamsey with his tireless tongue.\\nThe minister was master now, and standing", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 89\\nin his place he spoke as calmly and as kindly\\nas a father might to those he dearly loved.\\n**My friends, the indignities which you have\\nborne have not been yours alone. The church\\nhas suffered more from men who misrepresent\\nher cause than from the greatest sinners in the\\nworld. In your case, you can turn the evil into\\ngood; but where we toil the laborers are few,\\nand one unworthy worker brings contempt on\\nall the rest. Against such men, with you, I\\nhave a common cause, and for the right against\\nthem I will stand your friend.\\n**But first a word. Our hospitality must not\\nbe set aside because some stranger has abused\\nit. Kindness is duty, as our labor is. As\\nNature blesses us, so must we others bless!\\n**Keep then the fire upon a friendly hearth\\nthe loosened latch upon the outer door. Some\\nday an angel may come in and say\\n*God bless this house, for it hath sheltered\\nthose in need and brought them peace and\\nrest.", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "90 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nXL\\nContinuing, the pastor said\\n**Now, good people, no formalities. I call\\nupon the worthy master here and my friend,\\nDonald Stuart, to come and sit with me a little\\nwhile that we may formulate a plan to turn\\nmischance into the common good.\\nDonald s name\u00e2\u0080\u0094 at all times dear now\\nuttered in respect by such a man, roused all the\\nslumbering feeling of his friends and seemed a\\nbattle cry to conjure up the spirit of the hour.\\nHis lightest word at such a time was as a\\ntrumpet tone. His touch a talisman. His\\nhonest face the magnetism of the man\u00e2\u0080\u0094 drew\\nevery heart and raised emotions strong and deep\\nin every breast.\\nAs the three friends clasped hands school-\\nmaster, minister, and tiller of the fields the\\npeople greeted them with heartfelt cheers and\\nfelt in them an untold pride; for here were met\\nthe virtues and intelligence and strength which\\nmake a people great.\\nDonald bowed till they permitted him to\\nspeak.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 91\\n**My friends, he said, **since last we met\\nsomething most strange has chanced to turn\\nthe very current of my life. Two days ago a\\npackage reached me from an unknown source.\\nIn it a book the counterpart of that same Burns\\nI lost and prized theEdinboro and Kilmarnock\\nbound in one. The same marks and erasures;\\nthe same eliminations, and in every way ex-\\ncepting that it lacked my father s notes and\\nname the same familiar friend. In it a letter\\nwith no signature, and in a hand I never saw\\nbefore, with this request That I would take this\\nbook in place of that I lost, and keep it for my\\nfather s sake and for my father s friend, and\\nin return the donoi asked but this that I\\nwould seize the inspiration of the hour, and in\\nsome way would use the talents I possessed,\\nand turn the whole to good. Do this, the letter\\nsaid, and be assured that God will bless your\\nwork. My friends, what shall I say? This is\\nthe book he held it up and as the people\\ngazed, he turned towards the good old minister\\nand cried: And here the giver, if my heart\\ndoes not deceive, and my dear father s friend.\\nGenerous sir! write here your name and make\\nthis gift forever priceless in my sight, and then\\ncommand me as you will.\\nSo sudden this transition that its effect was", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "92 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nstartling to all. Each eye was turned upon the\\nminister, who for a moment bowed his head;\\nbut as he looked up, and took the pen and\\nsigned his name upon the fly-leaf of the book,\\nhe wrote a history of love and kindness every\\neye could read, though filled with joyful tears.\\nHaving signed, he rose and took the book and\\ngave it back as Donald seized his outstretched\\nhand. So they stood\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but neither spoke.\\nWords are but feeble, useless things when heart\\nreplies to heart.\\nUsed to all scenes of joy or grief, the minis-\\nter found his composure first, and\u00e2\u0080\u0094 spite of the\\nemotion evident in all he spoke.\\n*My friends, he said, *this incident and\\nevery step that has led up to it reveals the\\nworking of that unknown power which governs\\nall our lives. There s something supernatural\\nin all that we call fate. What was\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what is\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nand what is still to be\u00e2\u0080\u0094 let man decipher as he\\n^in__-^ise Providence keeps still its way, mys-\\nterious and unchanging, often seeming wrong,\\nbut in the end, another step in progress and the\\nright.\\n**How slight a cause has made this an\\nevent, and yet how far in undiscovered time, re-\\ncurring, interchanging causes and efi ects can\\nreach. Life acts on life\u00e2\u0080\u0094 intelligence breeds", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 93\\nhigher thought\u00e2\u0080\u0094 until they stretch beyond the\\npresent world and reach to God.\\n**Let him who now complains of this be sure\\nthat, certain as he lives, the time will come\\nwhen he ll look back and bless this hour\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and\\nfor myself, I thank my God for that which\\nmade this bond of brotherhood and joined our\\nhearts in confidence and love.\\nAlready we re ten thousand times repaid for\\neverything we ve lost. You, in the knowledge\\nof your better selves\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I, in the grand discovery\\nI ve made, that he whose hands are worn by\\ntoil, whose face is furrowed by the trace of care,\\nwhose outward garb is but the honest homespun\\nsuit, bears in his breast a heart as open as a\\nsunny day, in which the sweetest virtues lodge,\\nand where,through sun and storm, love, peace,\\nand honor all abide!\\nFriend Donald, keep my gift, and read it\\nwith the greater one your dying father gave to\\nyou and Barbara, your honest wife. For her\\nsake and for yours and all the world I would\\nthe blemishes were gone from that, as they re\\nerased from this for as your father often said\\nNo error ever was inspired or ever will be.\\nNothing is sacred that is wrong. All evil, all\\nmistakes, wherever found, should be removed\\nor remedied. Revision should revise. And", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "94 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\ngood men should be honest and declare that un-\\nknown error, which man voted in, is not so rev-\\nerend but man, who sees the wrong, may vote\\nit out again. What value has a vulgar word\\nexcept to breed a thousand more? What is\\nmisstatement but a text for every skeptic and\\nagnostic in the world to build his arguments\\nupon? What wall can stand when an imperfect\\nstone supports the base, or crumbles in the\\ncenter of the arch? A good book is the best of\\nfriends an evil one an enemy. Let us beware\\nwhich kind we choose. Facts do not make a\\nbad one good. Poems and fictions make no\\ngood one bad. The only right which either has\\nto be, lies in the ennobling, elevating thoughts\\nwhich they inspire within the human heart!\\nOn this a final word. To Donald Stuart I\\nreiterate the one request I made, that he would\\nmake his love and friendship for the plowman\\nbard the inspiring theme for some commemorat-\\ning work in honor of his name, and reaffirm\\nwhat is my fixed belief, that these words, com-\\ning from his heart, at such a time, will meet a\\ndue reward. What need say more? The time,\\nthe will, the cause is his, and doubly now, since\\nboth in Scotland and at home, the over-saintly\\ncoward hands reach out to tear the laurel from\\nthe poet s brow and cast it on the ground.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 95\\nDonald, you are the knight to stand in this\\ndefence. I name you here protagonist. Who\\njoins in my request, let him say *aye.\\nThere was a thundering shout unanimously\\n*aye! Not even Father Lindsay s little voice\\ncould utter **no, and Sandy shouted **r four\\ntimes, and followed it with all the letters of the\\nalphabet until he reached the **Z.\\nDonald spoke. Dear friends, the honor you\\nconfer, with grateful heart I here accept. The\\ntask you set is worthy those great men our\\ncountry boasts, who honor all they touch. My\\nhands are all unfitted for the work; but I ll do\\nwhat I can. I ll think it over in the day, when\\nworking in the fields, and when the night has\\ncome, my heart shall speak and Barbara set\\ndown the words fictions and dreams and im-\\nperfections as they come; but they shall tell a\\nstory of the heart\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a drama of Lang Syne.\\nTis well, said the schoolmaster, rising as\\nhe spoke, and I propose that, as each part is\\nfinished, Donald read it here, and we ll approve\\nit as we go along.\\nAgreed, said Donald, only this that our\\ngood friend and minister shall first revise the\\nwork.\\n**With pleasure, if you wish, replied the\\ngood old man. **But when you pass through", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "96 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nBarbara s hands my task will be a light one. If I\\ncould rule, the censors of the press, the pulpit,\\nand the stage should be, at least in part, com-\\nposed of women. There may be matters\\nwhere they show inferior to men, but in refine-\\nment\u00e2\u0080\u0094never.\\nAnd the good ladies present, with one voice\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2^Agreed.\\nGood, said the schoolmaster, with a merry\\nlaugh. **Then to the refinement and good taste\\nof Barbara Stuart, Jean Cunningham and Ida\\nDeans, we will commit the decorations of this\\nroom for the proposed event. It s now the end\\nof the first week in May, and by the final Satur-\\nday of the month if Donald s ready with his\\nfirst installment then we ll have an entertain-\\nment here ^first of a series which we will con-\\ntinue every three months through the year.\\nAre all agreed to this?\\n**Aye! aye! aye! aye!\\n**Listen, then. Each one must help the cause.\\nLet those who sing, meet and decide what is\\nappropriate, and practice it. Let those who\\nwrite contribute prose or verse. Some read and\\nsome recite; some tell a story\\nThis was Sandy s cue.\\nStory, he said excitedly, as he walked\\nboldly out into the center of the room. Story.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 97\\nLook ye here. I m not much on stories, as ye\\nken, but when ye come to octual facts I ll never\\nturn me back on ony mon. When I was travel-\\nin in the West\\n**Yes yes, the master said, **we under-\\nstand.\\nYe do? said Sandy, **weel, ye re queck at\\ncomprehenden Oot there I met a mon keepin\\na barroom full o dreenks, an twenty boozin\\nbummers sittin round. Says I, *Have ye ony\\ndreenks in here? *I have says he\u00e2\u0080\u0094 all kinds.\\n*Ye re wrong, I says\u00e2\u0080\u0094 *ye have no scruples\\nhere! Then he looked puzzled like; but after\\nlookin over me an all the soakers sittin round\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094he said he had. All right I says\u00e2\u0080\u0094 *then I\\nwant three. Three scruples, why? says he.\\nBecause, I says, *three scruples make one\\ndrachm Aye, ye may laugh, but liquor flowed\\nlike water after that, an just as free!\\n**Sandy Ramsey, said the minister with a\\nsober face, three weeks from now yourself\\nand Father Lindsay there, shall meet in a\\ndebate.\\nLook here, said Sandy, I never yet hired\\nout to talk to phonographs an hope I never\\nwill. I ll just debate mysel\\nNo. That s impossible; besides, each one\\nmust do his part.", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "98 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n*Then Til debate for both! For ye can juist\\nrely ye ll want another ceelender for him be-\\nfore he s thro\\n**And Sandy, asked the minister, in his\\ngood-natured way, **what task will you set me?\\n**Ah, weel, said Sandy, Tm not jest per-\\nteekeler so long s ye pray I won t backslide\\nuntil I ve sold old Deacon Drawback s mules.\\nThey d make ye swear yersel\\n**Might I suggest, said Donald, **as the time\\nis short let each do what he can. The master\\nhere allotting each his part, on Monday next.\\nI shall be ready on the night of the last Satur-\\nday in May, and this the place. What we take\\nin shall all be given to such people in our midst\\nas may be in distress. Is this agreed and under-\\nstood?\\n**Yes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 yes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 right! right!\\nAnd to our worthy master let me say there\\nare four times a year when those who farm have\\nholiday. First is the time we ve chosen, at the\\nend of May\u00e2\u0080\u0094 when all the plowing and the\\nplanting s done, and when it s yet too early to go\\nthrough the corn. Next comes on after hay and\\nharvest and midsummer work say August,\\nthen, for our next meeting here; and the one\\nafter that, when all the fall work s out of the\\nway and the November nights freeze up the", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 99\\nground. And then midwinter, if you will,\\nshall round our pleasant year. What say ye\\nall to this?\\nGood! Good!\\n**Friends, said the minister, **I had forgot.\\nYou ll not refuse the organ from the church,\\nthe singing-master and the young girls of our\\nlittle choir? They re at your service any time.\\nAnd now good-night.\\n**Not yet, said Donald, as he stayed their\\nguest. **The honor you have done us we can\\nnever pay; but we can go to-morrow to your\\nfriendly church and give you our attention and\\nencouragement, and every Sunday every day\\nand each returning year we promise here to\\ngreet you and uphold your hands, our honored\\nand our best of friends, while life shall last!\\nSo heart met heart and hand grasped hand.\\nTears filled the good man s eyes and deep emo-\\ntion choked his voice as he dismissed them for\\nthe night.\\nHe raised his hands. All stood and bowed\\nand then his feeling words:\\nMay God in mercy keep you all! Good-\\nnight to every one, and take my blessing home.\\nL. G.", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "100 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nXII.\\nIf ever Nature holds sweet converse with\\nmankind, tis when she wakes and throws the\\nwhite robe of the winter off to don the dress of\\nshowery spring. Then is her soft voice full of\\nsad regrets that mortals should have waited her\\nso long. Tears in her eyes; love in her soft\\nembrace; and promises of joys to be renewed\\nand happiness assured in days to come.\\nInto the fields she goes and, where she treads,\\nthe scented grass springs up, and where her lips\\nhave pressed, the perfumed flowers. She calls\\nunto the south wind come, and then she\\nhangs the tassels on the trees and covers all the\\nwoods with hues of green. There, under the\\ndead leaves, the arbutus and anemones shall\\nflower, and where the hedges blossom birds\\nshall sing, and over all the hills, on field and\\ntree, a wilderness of bloom and then in sweet-\\nest words she speaks: *0 mortals, chide me\\nnot for the delay. I know you have been faith-\\nful and the winter long. Come take my hand\\nand let us not forget. Here let us work to-\\ngether all the sunny days, and I will bring you", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 101\\nblessings manifold and aid you willingly and\\nconstantly, your faithful mistress and your\\nloving friend!\\nman, ungrateful and unloving and unkind\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094what answer have you made to this appeal?\\nYear after year, as Isis did of old, this sainted\\nspirit comes and wooes you for your good but\\nindolence has caught your ear, and all the yearn-\\ning of her loving heart is wasted in despair.\\nSay not you never hear this voice say rather\\nthat you never heed. Nature has few inter-\\npreters. None understands the deep affections\\nwhich are not revealed by human hearts and\\nacts and words. None credits the unseen.\\nFamiliarity with things unknown the visible\\ninvisible has made all earth s great mysteries\\nso common that men heed them not, nor see, nor\\nhear, save as they re things of course. Who\\nthinks on the unknown? Who translates words\\nunspoken? Yet in the darkened chambers of\\nthe brain there is a mirror which reveals the\\nshadow of a thought! On pathless seas the\\nmariner beholds, within the glass, the coming\\nstorm, and in the binnacle a strip of steel which\\ntells him his true course! In the deep woods\\nand on the open wastes the Indian reads the\\nsigns which the Great Spirit sends! Dumb ani-\\nmals are moved by unseen powers and know in-", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "102 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nstinctively which hand is kind and which will\\ndo them harm\\nWho wonders at these wondrous things or\\nhears their voice?\\nThere is a language none has ever learned.\\nIt is the language of another world, which here\\nwe know by signs alone; but which, to him who\\nthinks and feels, is more intelligent than all of\\nBabel s tongues.\\nThe omens of disaster may be understood by\\nhim who wills to know. The thunder s dreaded\\ntone we can translate. The frightful earth-\\nquake, trembling in its rage, and like a giant\\nSamson, seizing on the pillars of the world to\\ncast them down, says why it comes. The so-\\ncalled messages from Heaven are never mira-\\ncles, but simple facts, and as an open book for\\nall wise men to read; and Nature s gentle voice\\nis plain as is a mother s calling in the night to\\nloved ones she has lost.\\nThe Sunday morning found fair Barbara com-\\nmuning with herself, and musing over Nature\\nwhich reflected happiness and vied with her in\\nbeauty and in smiles. Branches of bloom and\\nknots of variegated flowers lay in the fragrant\\nshade and yet she gathered more.\\n**I hate to rob you, my sweet friends, she", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 103\\nsaid, but you shall be the incense on the altar\\nat the church to-day, and there the best of men\\nshall tell the worst of women she is wrong to\\noffer you a sacrifice for his dear sake.\\nGood Mr. Olds, who cares for souls,\\nEach lovely flower that here unfolds\\nBears love for you, good Mr. Olds.\\nThere, Joan, pray take them carefully and\\nput them in the vases there, and keep them\\ndamp and in the shade. Yonder is Diccon in the\\nwagon, now, and Donald helping mother. So\\nrun along and mind you three drive around by\\nthe north road and take the lame girl and her\\nmother in, and give them what I gave you.\\nThen hurry to the church and give these to the\\ndeacon to put on the pulpit, as I said, before\\nthe people come. Kemember now. Donald\\nand I will go across the hill. Here, Luath,\\nhere! Comeback here, sir! He never sees a\\nwagon but he wants to go, just like poor Sandy\\nRamsey s tongue. So you have come alone.\\nGo bring your master, if you please, then we\\nthree sinners will be off to church.\\nWelcome sweet day of rest\\nThat saw the Lord arise\\nWelcome to this reviving breast\\nAnd these rejoicing eyes\\nAnd these rejoicing eyes!", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "104 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nThanks, Barbara, said Donald, coming up,\\nthese good old words and tunes have my re-\\nspect. They soothe some sorrowing heart\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and\\nfiction, fact, poem or sorriest prose that mortal\\never penned, if it but do some good is Heaven-\\ninspired.\\nThe path they took across the fields led to a\\nlane and this into a road that ran along the\\nwoods beneath the overhanging branches of the\\ntrees. Nothing was said, but thought was busy\\nin the brain of both, and even Luath sometimes\\npaused with a great look of wisdom in his eyes,\\nbut he was silent too. 80 they went on without\\na word until they reached a gate which was\\nkept closed. As Donald opened it for Barbara,\\nhis eyes met hers. She seemed to read his\\nthought.\\n**Donald, she said, **you have been walking\\nin a dream, and feel about you the same spell\\nthat s haunted me all day.\\nWhat makes you think so, Barbara?\\nYour thoughtful face; your attitude of lis-\\ntening when you ve paused; the intelligence\\nwhich has lighted up your eye, when you have\\nsomething heard.\\n**What could I hear, dear Barbara?\\nAre there no voices then, besides our own,\\nwithin these woods and fields?", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 105\\nWhy ask? We are alone.\\nDonald, we never are alone I read it in your\\nface. Your thought is as my own. Tell me\\nwhy were you silent?\\nBecause I felt it would be sacrilege to speak\\nwhen Nature s loving voice was sounding in our\\nears. You are right, dear Barbara, we are not\\nalone. In woods or fields; in cot or palace; on\\nships at sea there is a friendly spirit comes by\\nnight and day and takes us by the hand and\\ncounsels us for good. Happy the man to whom\\nthat still small voice shall not appeal in vain,\\nand blessed be all who take into their homes\\nand treasure in their hearts these messages of\\nlove!\\nThere, Donald, is the bell, said Barbara, as\\nshe paused and listened to its sound. How\\nharsh the note compared with what we ve heard,\\nand yet it chimes in unison or makes so sweet a\\ndiscord that the angels love to listen to the\\nsound.\\nAnother proof, good wife, that things inani-\\nmate can speak, each in its way and some are\\nheard in Heaven! There is a grand cathedral\\nsomewhere in the world, which people call *a\\nprayer in stone. Mute lips are often eloquent.\\nOrisons devout are carved on Buddhists images,\\nor on the Indian rain-God s lips by penitential", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "106 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nhands; and, trust me, Barbara, these are under-\\nstood and answered in good time. But, come.\\nThe sermon for to-day was not to be within this\\nwood, but in the church hard by. Yonder s\\nthe humble spire and weather-vane that points\\nthe way the bell invites and here the sinners\\ncome.\\n**Love one another.\\nSuch the blessed theme on which good Mr.\\nOlds discoursed in presence of the greatest gath-\\nering his church had ever seen. From all the\\nhills, the country folks had come in honor of\\nthe day, the work, the man. The minister was\\nat his best. The poverty of his surroundings\\ncould not take away the grandeur of that noble\\nface; nor dim his intellect; nor change his sim-\\nple eloquence, nor its sublime effect.\\nLove one another. As he uttered these\\nthree words he seemed inspired. He did not\\nshout them forth as a command, nor utter them\\nwith cold indifference nor in perfunctory style\\nspeak that which must be spoken; nor give the\\nsubject as dead words to be discussed, then, one\\nby one, to be dissected and laid bare; but, as a\\nfather might, he took the theme **Love one\\nanother from his own o erflowing heart and", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 107\\ngave it as a blessing, Heaven sent, to those he\\nknew and loved.\\n**Love one another in the chureh,the school,\\nthe workshop, place of business, in the home\\nby ties made sacred, for a common cause, for\\nhappiness, for good, for love itself, and all that\\nlove implies **Love one another.\\n**Be kind to youth and helplessness. Teach\\nthe young boy and girl an honest life him to be\\njust and her to never stray. Encircle them\\nwith all the loving ties your home can give, and\\nwhen they leave you, let it be in tears and deep\\nregret and the assurance that your love won t\\nchange, but they ll be welcome when they come\\nback home. In middle life, or when old age\\nsteals on, love, do not desert, but hold them\\nfaithful still brother and sister; man and wife;\\nfather and son the mother and her child lover\\nand maid beloved; stranger and friend\\nwhere er on earth you meet, or wheresoever\\nyou may make your home by all the things\\nworth living for in life, love one another and\\nyour God will love and honor you!\\nWords cannot tell the effect of words. They\\nare the signs and symbols which, when given\\nvoice, can readily repeat the very shade of sense\\nand sound of something heard before, but", "height": "3528", "width": "2163", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "108 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nwhich, although reiterated till eternity,\\nwould ever lack the spirit which they first\\npossessed.\\nThe time, the man, the cause which animates\\nhis soul; the vital spark which makes his words\\nelectrical, all pass, or in imagination only leave\\ntheir trace.\\nThank God, the voice which spoke that day is\\nnot yet hushed, and those who heard are living\\nstill and love, grown cold before, is warm in\\nmany hearts whose home is there. The flowers\\nBarbara gave are scentless, dead; but others\\nbloom eternal in their place in memory of that\\nhappy day. And blessed be Providence which\\nwatches all our lives no flower has yet been\\nbrought by loving hands to deck a new-made\\ngrave on Scotland Hill.\\nThe service over and the last word said did\\nnot dismiss the gathered friends. Some stayed\\nbehind to take the good man s hand and give\\nhim thanks Donald and Barbara to ask him to\\ntheir house. Women and men and boys and\\ngirls for just a friendly word, and Sandy Kam-\\nsey, when the preacher said **God bless you all,\\ncried Second the motion! and **Amen! to\\nshow the working of the leaven in his heart, then\\nwent and took the hand of Father Lindsay, his\\ngreat rival in debate, and called on all to wet-\\nness he had no ill-will and would be easy on him", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 109\\nwhen they came to talk\u00e2\u0080\u0094 or, if Lindsay would\\ntell him now what he was going to say, he d\\nmake his argument against it light, to corre-\\nspond, and anyhow he d make defeat as easy as\\nhe could, for he had traveled and he knew the\\nallowance should be made for country egner-\\nence, and if they wanted proof he d tell them\\nnow a story that was just as true as any gospel\\nReverend Mr. Olds had ever preached. **Once\\non a time\\nBut this was all he said-inside. The school-\\nmaster and Father Lindsay led him out, in spite\\nof all his gestures and protests, and calmed him\\ndown by promising that he should have an easy\\nvictory in the debate.\\n**Here whisper, said the master in his ear.\\n**ril not give out the subject till the night has\\ncome, so Father Lindsay can t avail of outside\\nhelp, and falls an easy victim to your ready\\nwit.\\n**A11 right, said Sandy, with a knowing\\nwink, **but ef yer lookin oot for somethin gude\\nye d better let me do the whole debate alone!\\nI ve traveled in the West, an know a lot o\\ntrecks. Ye mind McShaw? Weel, Mac was\\njust a baby in me hands an he is oot there yet\\na practicin my style.\\nOf course ^of course, his two companions", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "110 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nsaid, and hurried him along the road\u00e2\u0080\u0094 his legs,\\narms, tongue all running at one time and keep-\\ning him engaged till they were out of sight.\\n**I hear as how he s been complainin bout\\nthem mules, said Deacon Drawback, as he\\nrolled some plug tobacco for his pipe, **but\\nwhat does he axpect? He s talked their ears off.\\nTalk d em deaf an dumb an blind, an they\\ndon t understand a cussed word he says. Well\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094never mind. I ll buy em back half price.\\nHaving decided this, he started up the road,\\nand all the listeners laughed and talked and\\ntook their several ways across the hills, and\\nquiet reigned again about the empty church.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. Ill\\nXIII.\\nThe Stuarts lingered when the other folks had\\ngone, and went with Mr. Olds into the humble\\nburial-ground which slopes towards the west,\\nand stopped where one word, Father\\nmarked a grave. On this, as each bent down they\\nplaced the flowers they had brought\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the poor\\nold widowed mother taking those which she had\\npinned upon her breast and placing them with\\ntrembling hands, said: **Duncan, these are\\nmine, and bowed her head to hide her tears.\\nLove one another. After death\u00e2\u0080\u0094 beyond the\\ngrave there is no limit where affection stops\\nand says this is the end.\\nFrom Barbara s loving gift the minister took\\nbut the poorer part, and all the richer ones he\\ngave to his dead friend. Love one another\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094parting is but a name, and friendship that is\\ntrue extends beyond the present life to be re-\\nnewed in heaven.\\nThey turned away and, as they came into the\\nroad again, there underneath the great red oak,\\nwhich love transformed into a balm of Gilead", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "112 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\ntree, Diccon and Joan were practicing the text\\nhis arm around her waist, his lips to hers.\\n*Love one another. Happy hallowed words,\\nand understood by all\u00e2\u0080\u0094 blessing the living and\\nthe dead, the highest and the lowliest, intelli-\\ngence and ignorance alike the sweetest, kind-\\nest, holiest law that God e er gave to man\\nTake this alone, and follow it, all others may\\nbe put asida all mortals would be blessed.\\nStarting home, Donald and Barbara passed the\\ncottage where the lame girl lived, and there\\nthey found her, sitting in the shade, surrounded\\nby a lot of little friends and, as they passed,\\nthey heard these words:\\n**We always loved you, Mary, didn t we?\\nYes, and we always will.\\n**Love one another. innocence of youth-\\nful days! How warm your words; how sweet\\nyour voice. Your soothing tones can turn mis-\\nfortune into joy affliction into patience and\\ncontent. Keep still your faith in better things.\\nThe time is long, but love will lead you to them\\nyet, no matter what your state.\\n**Barbara, said Donald, as they walked along,\\n**the world still holds the many like myself\\nwho doubt and disbelieve much that is told and\\ntaught; but there are truths, not registered in\\nbooks words coming straight from what we", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 113\\nsay is heaven, and bringing peace and comfort\\nto the human heart. What message is this,\\nBarbara?\\n**Love, Donald, nothing more. It is the lan-\\nguage which all Nature speaks, and blessed is\\nhe who hears and heeds.\\nKiss me, Barbara. My thought, like yours\\nand all the rest, tends to that pleasant theme,\\nand this great truth all know and feel, that\\nwhile this love is in our hearts we never can\\ndo wrong.\\n**Right, Donald; Nature overworks out good,\\nand we are but the instruments and agents of\\nHis will who rules in this great world.\\nYes, Barbara, I know that this is true, and\\nhe does well who day by day uses the gifts\\nwith which he is endowed to help in some good\\nwork to cause some tree to grow; some grass\\nto spring; some flower to bloom; some field to\\nyield; some dumb thing to rejoice; some gen-\\nerous, kindly word to be proclaimed; some\\ncheering, hopeful message to be written down;\\nsome sorrow to be soothed, some wound re-\\nlieved something to be done that s worthy to\\nbe called the work of man and is approved by\\nHim who placed us here and in whose fields we\\ntoil.\\nYour pardon, Donald, said Barbara, with a", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "114 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nlaugh. **It is the gate which stops your speech\\nnot I. But we have come to our own grounds,\\nand yonder in the shade we ll sit awhile and\\ntalk and when the dinner s ready, Joan will\\ncall. See\u00e2\u0080\u0094 there is our old rock beneath the\\ntree where we have sat and talked so many\\ntimes, and where you cut the initials of our\\nnames, in our first days of love.\\nYes, Barbara. Dear the spot to me. I\\nalways have respected it, and always shall.\\nThere is the same old tree, with its outstretched\\nand sheltering arms only they re longer now\\nand overhang the road, and bend so lovingly\\nabove the spot, they seem protecting it. And\\nthere s the hawthorn we transplanted that\\nNovember day, in blossom now. Bless the old\\nplace and all the memories it conjures up of\\nBarbara Douglas and her sweet girl s face,\\nwhen first she listened here.\\n**And am I changed then, Donald?\\n**No, Barbara, only to be more loving and\\nmore kind. Just as the tree is changed, which\\nnow extends its arms as if to clasp me in a kind\\nembrace, while still it steadfast stands, immov-\\nable as is the rock, and ever constant in this\\nchanging world.\\n**Bless you, dear Donald. Here is a kiss for\\nthat. And now go on.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 115\\n**I cannot, Barbara. All my thought has\\nchanged. This spot brings back my dreams,\\nand well it does. Do you forget my task? The\\nwork is new. The time is short. This very\\nafternoon I must begin to put my fancies into\\nshape and bring my characters upon the scene.\\n**What characters?\\n**Strangers, Barbara. Except the poet Burns,\\nand some he mentions in his letters and his\\nsongs, there is no history. A dozen words tell\\nall have ever said or done. The poet s father,\\nbrother, friends the characters of which he\\nspeaks are mostly mentioned in a line, or else\\nare merely names of those who never speak,\\nfamiliar as they seem. Highland Mary Bonnie\\nJean by love and genius made immortal names\\nhave left no records of their words, no mes-\\nsages of love or joy no fond or fateful\\nhistory. The memory of their love alone re-\\nmains.\\n**Then, Donald, build your tale on that. A\\nsimple story of the heart, without one modern\\ndefect or device. No murders and no myster-\\nies, intrigues or duels; no unsexed women; no\\nunmanly men; no faithless wives, lords, ladies,\\nservants, wills, fortunes, long-lost heirs; no\\npoor girl in distress, with but a beggarly two\\nthousand pounds no wonderful escapes; no", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "116 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\ngoing* up to London and no coming back; no\\nballs or parties\u00e2\u0080\u0094 scandals in society no\\n**Stop\u00e2\u0080\u0094 stop\u00e2\u0080\u0094 my gentle, guileless wife\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I\\ncan t evolve an unknown race. Leave me a\\nman or two, a little landscape and some sheep\\nupon the hills. I ll plan a pastoral of other\\ndays; but Nature s hand grasps many things\\nand I must take the gifts she brings and mould\\nthem as I may.\\nYour pardon, Donald. What I wished to\\nsay was only this that you d not follow in the\\nbeaten track, but keep to Nature s ways and all\\nthe dictates of your generous heart for therein\\nyou are strong. Fame s temple stands upon a\\nhill, and he will reach it first who chooses the\\nright path, then boldly keeps his way. Let not\\nyour humble lot make you distrust yourself.\\nYou yet may rise. Where shallow wits pose in\\nprosperity, you have a better claim\u00e2\u0080\u0094 for well I\\nknow that only overwork and poverty and con-\\nstant cares have so far kept you down and sunk\\nyou out of sight.\\n**Thanks, Barbara. You are a goodly moni-\\ntor, and as I keep my faith in many things, I ll\\nkeep faith in myself. Without a touch of fear\\nor thought of pride, I ll do for good. Then, as\\nmy work shall merit, let it live or die. Per-\\nchance it may be blessed\u00e2\u0080\u0094 just as my labor has", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 117\\nbeen in the fields, when it has brought forth in\\nits time, despite of cold, dark days, and killing\\nfrosts and burning suns, and other sad dis-\\ncouragements.\\n**Be sure then, Donald, your good work shall\\nthrive, and by your fruits you shall be known,\\nalthough it may not be in present time. In our\\norchard here the Summer Bough and the Ked\\nAstrachan are apples pleasant to the sight and\\ntaste, but never last. Others there are have\\nsome corrupting spot, and hurry to decay; but\\nyours shall be the honest Kusset, Northern Spy,\\nand Winter-White, which grow the better as the\\ndays pass by, and dearer that the others all are\\ngone.\\nYet, Barbara, ephemeral things are what the\\npeople crave. Something that neither asks nor\\ngives a thought; or rather say, something that\\ncomes from nothing and returns to it. Let me\\ndie poor, forsaken and despised for rather that,\\nthan come to this. But let s go home. Yonder\\nis Luath bringing Joan, both wondering why we\\ndo not come not knowing in their simple\\nhearts, that we, the man and woman in this\\nEden here, grown tired of what is given us to\\ndo, seek out the tree of knowledge which shall\\ndrive us forth.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "118 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nXIV.\\nThe dinner over, Diccon came, all dressed up\\nin his Sunday clothes, with hat in hand, and\\nsaid he thought\u00e2\u0080\u0094 he d like to know if he\\ncould take one of the horses for a little ride.\\nAlone? asked Donald, with a quiet smile.\\n**Ye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 es, sir. Yes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 we only want the one.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*We? Who? There are two, then-eh?\\n**Well, yes, sir. Just at present, sir, we re\\ntwo.\\n**But if you could be, you d be one eh, Dic-\\ncon\u00e2\u0080\u0094eh?\\n**Maybe we will be, sir, when we come back.\\n**Well, Diccon, you re considerate for the\\nhorse. When going he is fresh, and draws the\\ntwo but coming back, he s tired, and draws\\nbut one. The other walks then, Diccon, I sup-\\npose?\\nYou re good at guessing, sir; but you are\\nwrong.\\n**Well, then, perhaps you ll leave the other\\nwhere you go.\\nNo, sir\u00e2\u0080\u0094 you ll have to guess again.\\n**It may be you will not return, yourself?", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 119\\nOh, yes, sir, yes. I wouldn t leave you for\\nthe world\u00e2\u0080\u0094 besides, she couldn t drive the\\nhorse.\\n**She? Who?\\n**Her, if you please.\\n**Whichher?\\n**Theoneyou caught me kissing, sir, to-day.\\nWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Joan?\\nMy Joan. That is, she s your Joan yet\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nuntil v/e come back home\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and then, sir, if\\nyou ll kindly keep us on, we ll do you double\\nservice all our lives.\\nGo call her here, and bring my mother and\\nmy wife. Come here, my gentle Joan, and an-\\nswer for your crimes. So, Diccon kissed you\\nat the church?\\nYe yes, sir; but I told him it was wrong.\\nHow was it, then, you didn t strike him\\ndumb with yoar indignant glance?\\nHe was so close, I couldn t, sir.\\nWhy didn t you leave him, then, and come\\naway?\\nWhy, sir, he never could have kissed me if I\\nhad\u00e2\u0080\u0094 besides that would not have been accord-\\ning to the text.\\nOh, yes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I see. You take things literally.\\n1 don t know what that is, sir; but I never\\ntook a kiss afore, so please excuse mistakes.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "120 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n*Ask pardon of the law. Both Diccon and\\nyourself must answer this.\\nThat s what I told him, sir, along the road.\\nWe must be married now.\\n**You told him that?\\n**Yes, sir, somebody had to tell him, for he\\ndidn t know, and what my mother says is true:\\n*The man who kisses with delight\\nMust marry you before the night!\\nAnd, should his kisses e er grow cold,\\nDivorce before the day is old\\n**0h, innocent daughter of a knowing mother\\nYou ve no time to lose. Diccon, you love this\\ngirl, and will be honest, faithful all your life?\\n**I promise, sir, with all my heart.\\n**And you confiding Joan?\\n**0h, sir, if I am ever anything but faithful to\\nhim, or to you, or to your mother, or my mis-\\ntress here\u00e2\u0080\u0094 then drive me from this place; but\\nlet us stay and work for you and we ll love one\\nanother all our lives.\\n*Diccon, said Donald, **here s some money\\nthere, a girl who will make you a good wife.\\nDon t waste your time; but get the horse and\\ngo. Don t hurry back. I ll do your work to-\\nnight; and, while you re hitching up, I ll write\\na line for you to Mr, Olds.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 121\\n**God bless you, sir.\\n*My mistress, too, said Joan.\\nAnd don t forget the text, said Barbara,\\nand Heaven will bless you two.\\nDonald went in to write the note, and now his\\nmother had her chance. Some little questions\\nhad occurred to her and these she fired relent-\\nlessly at Joan, while Barbara, more considerate\\nand less curious, helped the girl to dress.\\n**Going to be married, eh?\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Huh. When is\\nit going to be? And where? Who is going to\\nstand up with you? Did Diccon understand?\\nDoes your mother know? Will you know what\\nto say? Were you ever married before? When\\nare you coming back? Or are you going away?\\nWhy didn t you say something? Nobody\\never said a word to me. How do you know\\nyou ll be satisfied? How long was your mother\\nmarried? When were you born? What did\\nyou let him kiss you for, if you didn t want to\\nget married? How do you know he loves you\\nnow? What is the color of your mother s hair?\\nAnd other all important things, appropriate to\\nthe time which might have been extended, but\\nthe horse appeared, and Donald handed in the\\nprize and Diccon took the note. Then all said\\nWell, good luck! Good-bye! Take\\ncare of youselves! Don t run away! and", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "122 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**Hurrry up! and Hurry back! and similar\\noriginal remarks by which the parting guest is\\ncheered upon his way.\\nThe worthy three stood at the gate and\\nwatched the couple driving down the road till\\nthey were out of sight. Then Donald turned,\\nand with a twinkle in his eye, said:\\n^Mother, all those questions must have made\\nyou tired as they did Joan. Will you go in now\\nand lie down?\\nWell, yes, she said, will, a little while;\\nbut do you think it s right?\\nWhat, mother?\\nWhy\u00e2\u0080\u0094didn t you say they were going to be\\nmarried?\\nOh, yes\u00e2\u0080\u0094yes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 mother. That s all right!\\nAnd you re quite sure the horse won t run\\naway?\\nYes yes. He will go slow. Our horses are\\nnever in a hurry to go to the same place twice\\nespecially on Sunday.\\nWell, then, I ll go, and take my nap. Good-\\nbye And so she went inside and talked herself\\nto sleep. Barbara laughed outright.\\nDonald, she said, what sermon ever had\\nso sudden an effect?\\nNone that I ever heard of, he answered\\nwith delight. If that old horse can only make", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 123\\n2.40 now, in twenty minutes time the Rev. Mr.\\nOlds will make 2.01. That s quick dispatch\\nand happiness enough for any man. The seed\\nof the morning is the harvest of the afternoon.\\nHis sermon yields him fruit before it s hardly\\nripe\u00e2\u0080\u0094 in fact, while yet it s green. Thanks to\\nour hasty Darby here, and his impatient Joan.\\nNo wasted time, or wasted words, said\\nBarbara, laughing still. They jumped at this\\nas if it were their only chance. Oh, it was too\\nridiculous!\\nYes, yes, said Donald, **but you under-\\nstand these two took the one step that led from\\nthe sublime. We laugh; but Nature has her\\nway, and where she speaks of love all hearts\\nare moved the humblest as the best. love,\\nthy story told, no matter where inside the pul-\\npit or upon the stage within the camp or by\\nthe cottage fire, is the one theme of which the\\nworld ne er tires! But come this day s too\\ngood to go to waste. Let s go up to the barn\\nand open the big doors and let the wind blow\\nthrough and give the horses some green grass\\nand bring some water from the well; and sit\\ndown on the hay, and there resume our talk.\\nTo-morrow we ll have much to do, and we shall\\nhave no time.\\nWith all my heart, said Barbara. **Go and", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "124 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nopen up the doors, and I will see all s right\\nabout the house, and put the things away, and\\ncome when I have done.\\nAnd Donald did not have to wait. Within\\nfive minutes she was standing at his side and\\nboth were looking from the great doors to the\\nnorth, where the blue hills were stretched along\\nthe sky.\\nA glorious scene. Eh, Barbara?\\n**Yes, Donald. It is beautiful. No wonder\\nyou admire it.\\n**Barbara, it seems to me just like a picture\\nwhich the border of this opening frames\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a\\nmammoth painting hung on heavenly walls.\\nThat was the scene my father loved, and here\\nhe used to sit on summer afternoons and watch\\nthe clouds, and say those hills reminded him of\\nScotland. Barbara, this landscape and my book\\nof Barns shall Jurnish me the inspiration for the\\ntask I ve set.\\n**But, Donald, would you not love to see the\\nvery scenes which you must sketch? Or mingle\\nwith the people who could tell you more of\\nthose of whom you d write?\\n**I would; but as it stands with me to-day, I\\nthink I never shall. Perhaps tis best; for in\\nimagination I can see the scenes and faces which\\nI would not have disturbed. How poorly would", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 125\\nthe wretched street of Gretna Green repeat to\\nme the romance of the place; or Ecclefechan s\\nstony landscape show the greatness and the\\ngrandeur of Carlyle\u00e2\u0080\u0094 or Abbotsford portray the\\nmighty Wizard of the North and as for Robert\\nBurns, why need I ask from the surroundings of\\nhis life that which would make him better\\nknown or better loved? His home is in the hu-\\nman heart and Nature tells his history. There s\\nnot a wave that rolls and surges on the Firth of\\nClyde but kisses reverently the shores of Ayr\\nand murmurs in the ear of Scotland a refrain\\nwhich tells of days Lang Syne. There s not a\\nbird that sings within the woods of Doon, but\\nin its plaintive note recalls the poet s sorrowing\\nlay. There s not a tree that waves or flower\\nthat blooms but tells some story of the one\\nwhose ways were Nature s own whose songs\\nwere of the heart. The heather trodden under\\nfoot\u00e2\u0080\u0094the blue-bell broken from its stem\u00e2\u0080\u0094 are\\nemblems of his life o erthrown while yet twas\\nin its bloom. The modest daisy turned beneath\\nthe sod,\\n*Like artless maid\\nBy love s simplicity betrayed\\nLow in the dust\\nbemoans his fate as he lamented hers, and in her", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "126 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nsweet, remembering way, bedecks the narrow\\nbed where now he lies!\\ngentle Nature, thou art ever kind And he\\nwho loves thee well will never need another\\nfriend Within thy generous heart no harsh re-\\nproaches bide no faith in man is lost no kind-\\nness is forgot! Thy love eternal calls thy\\nchildren home, and when their weary work is\\ndone, to thy fond bosom they may come and\\nsleep upon thy breast.\\nThere was a silence after this which Barbara\\ndid not break; bul as she saw her husband lost\\nin thought, she jveiio and took his hand and sat\\ndown by his side. There was a bond of sympa-\\nthy between the two which had no need of\\nwords. Nature was speaking now to both their\\nhearts. The murmuring wind was bringing in\\nthe gossip of the outer world. The twittering\\nswallow s call; the pigeon s **coo the blue-\\nbird s loving cry. The fragrance of the blossom-\\ning orchards sweetened all the air\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and, yonder\\nin the shimmering light, hung Nature s painting\\nclose against the sky. Why should not man, at\\nsuch an hour, and in a scene like this, hold\\nsome communion with his better thought and\\nfeel some love and sympathy for man?\\nWhat was the value of the text which they\\nhad heard to-day, if those were only empty", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 1^7\\nwords and had no other use than pleasant\\nsound?\\nHow poorly great Guatama s blameless life\\nappealed to millions of the Buddhists of the\\nworld if kindness and forbearance, charity and\\nlove had all been lived and lost!\\nHow vain the Savior s sacrifice matchless\\nexample of pure sympathy for man\u00e2\u0080\u0094 if all that\\nwondrous wealth of love divine did not inspire\\na reverence endless and a love as deep!\\n**Love one another, is the law of laws.\\nWhatsoever ye would that others should do\\nunto you, that do ye also unto them. This is\\nthe heathen s and the Christian s great com-\\nmand, and comes direct from Heaven!\\nLet no one grow so wise in this our little\\nworld that he can sneer at those who keep an\\nopen heart where love and charity can enter in.\\nThere comes a day before or after death\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nwhen God s love is the only guard that watches\\nwhile we sleep.\\nForgive me, Donald, Barbara said at last,\\n**but are you thinking out your story now, and\\nshall I write it down?\\n**Not yet, dear Barbara time enough. Just\\nnow I want to think and talk and call these\\nstranger subjects to my aid and hear what\\nthey ve to say. But after supper, Barbara, to-", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "128 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nnight, and every night from this time on, this\\ntask shall take the place of all the pleasant\\nreadings which have passed. I ll come in early\\nfrom the fields, and after other work is done,\\nthen for my own.\\nDonald, I wish that I could aid you more.\\nYou re sure of everything?\\nYes, Barbara of everything except myself.\\n**Fear nothing, Donald. Everything you say\\nhas worth and strength. Your spirit and your\\nsympathy are sure.\\n**Barbara, you mistake. Good qualities suc-\\nceed in practiced hands; but, even in the fields,\\nworth, strength and sympathy will not suflSce.\\nA giant cannot turn a decent furrow for the\\ncorn until he learns to plow; nor can I hope to\\nshine in arts I ve never learned.\\n**Donald, now you mistake. No matter what\\nthe book, I love to read the words which come\\nstraight from the author s heart, without the\\naid of useless ornament. These, often coarse\\nand sometimes ungrammatical, have yet the fire\\nwhich gives them lasting life.\\nThat s true, sometimes, I will confess, and\\nin the drama more especially and therefore,\\nthat has always seemed to me the grandest field\\nfor authorship. The characters walk forth not\\nvisions, but realities. They live and move in-", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 129\\nspired by love or hate, ambition or their various\\ndesires succeed or fail; do good or evil as\\nyou will\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and all the purpose of their coming\\nand their going they relate as Shakspeare\\ntells, even\\nLife s but a walking shadow\\nA poor player\\nWho struts and frets his hour\\nUpon the stage*\\nAnd then is heard no more!*\\nEureka!-\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Barbara, see how a little thought or\\ntalk may end. Five minutes since I did not\\nknow how I could use the men and women who\\ncame knocking at my heart and brain to do me\\nservice. Now I ll have them come into our little\\nroom and tell their story. I will interpret you\\nshall write it down and it shall be a drama of\\ndeparted days, with many characters Burns\\nand his father, brother, many friends. High-\\nland Mary Bonnie Jean\u00e2\u0080\u0094 drawn and arrayed as\\nbest I may. Holy Willie\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Tam O Shanter\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the\\ngood Earl of Glencairn shall be the heroes of\\ntheir histories in which their author shall him-\\nself appear and all the rest shall come from\\nthe invisible air as Ariel came to Prospero to\\ndo a willing task.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "130 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nXV.\\nThe afternoon was passing by. The sun was\\non the western slope; the noiseless footsteps of\\nretreating hours unchallenged passed the\\nsilent guards. Nothing spoke of change; but\\nquietly ten thousand ambushed figures came\\nand crept towards the east. Then at a sign,\\nthese shadows rose and pointed to the dial\\nwhich proclaimed their reign was close at hand.\\nDonald Stuart slept.\\nStretched on his rustic bed of fragrant hay,\\nwith Luath guarding at the door, he passed an\\nhour in peaceful dreams. The work and worry\\nof the week just passed were all forgotten now,\\nand in their place came visions of Arcadian\\ndays on Caledonian hills. Sometimes he smiled\\nand sometimes sorrow stole across his face, and\\nBarbara knew that sympathetic look was for\\nthe people of his brain who told their mournful\\nstory to their best of friends.\\n**Sleep on, dear Donald, dream, she said.\\n**Forever must his waking or his sleeping hours\\nbe blessed, who so forgets himself for other s\\ngood\u00e2\u0080\u0094 sleep on.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 131\\nAnd saying this, she d sit and watch, then go\\nand come again, till her returning footfall told^\\nhim she was near, and then he waked and\\nsmiled.\\n*Ha! ha! he said. **How gallant husbands\\nare A lover, now, would sit and watch a whole\\nnight through and swear that he was never\\ntired.\\n**Well, yes, said Barbara, **and just to prove\\nhe d lived and lied for love he d sleep the whole\\nday long the moment he was once alone. Rouse\\nup, good Mr. Lotus-eater, if you please. Though\\nyou are in the land of dreams it is not always\\nafternoon in this meridian and night will soon\\nbe here.\\nWell, Barbara, let it come. We ll be pre-\\npared. The lovers won t be back till after dark,\\nand as the song says\\nWork is to be done\\nBefore the setting of the sun.\\nLuath, go bring the cows up from the lower\\nlane. I ll get the pails and put clean straw be-\\nneath the sheds and bedding in the horses\\nstalls, and feed in mangers, hay in racks, and\\nwater in the drinking-pails. There s nothing\\nelse but fun upon a farm excepting work.\\nAnd that, on Sundays, turns to cheerful play.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "132 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nWe J come sweet day of rest\\nBut come to think, I will not sing the rest,\\nbut work it out in quite another tune. 0, sweet\\nis milk, and sweet the waj^ we coax it in the\\npail\u00e2\u0080\u0094 especially in the fly-switching time of\\nnight when milkmaids moan, and dairymen deal\\nout contagion to this world\\nRight, Donald\u00e2\u0080\u0094 laugh, said Barbara. A\\nlight heart makes an easy task, and while I m\\nin the humor, I ll go put the supper on and fix\\nthe south room for the newly married pair.\\nLet the world slip; we ll ne er be younger,\\nMan nor wife, nor maid nor man. Be jovial then.\\n^Before the setting of the sun./\\nI ll finish up your song, and then we ll tune an-\\nother to a merrier note to end this happy day.\\nGreat happiness comes slow, Donald said\\nat supper-time, and so will come our happy\\npair. They can t forbear to drive around and\\nsee their folks and tell their friends. Then,\\nmore to spare their blushes than the horse,\\nthey ll drive home slowly so they can t be seen\\ntill after dark.\\nHow well you know, said Barbara, with a\\nlaugh in which old Mrs. Stuart joined.\\nWhy not, said Donald. When I first loved\\nyou, I never dared to look you in the face; and", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 133\\nif I met you on the road Yd tumble over the\\nfirst fence and hide in the long grass or in the\\nrye, until you passed; and when I saw you\\ncoming to the house, my refuge was the fields,\\nor woods, or barn, where I would stay all day\\nor till they came and told me you had gone.\\n**Yes, I remember that, the old lady said,\\nwith many a laugh; **but Donald always was\\nthe biggest fool\\n**0f course, said Donald; **but the horse is\\nat the gate. I ll go and put him up, and you\\ntwo must receive the two unfortunates just as\\nyou would two high-born guests who honored\\nus by coming to our house.\\nSo they were ushered in with all the honors\\ndue a king and queen. Welcome! **Come\\nin! Take off your things. *Now make\\nyourselves at home. **Your room is ready\\nif you d like to retire. Well, then, all right\\ncome in to supper first!\\nThese were the greetings which upset them\\nquite, and stopped their speech, and made them\\nsit and blush and stare and smile a sickly\\nsmile. The climax came when Donald en-\\ntered playfully and kissed the bride, and slap-\\nping Diccon on the back, said: **Lucky dog, to\\nwin the prize! Then asked fair Joan for the\\ncertificate which made her his. And Diccon", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "134 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nstood up like a man and said: **My wife! with\\nthat possessive air which men assume when\\ntalking of their chattels and their goods\u00e2\u0080\u0094 then,\\nstarting in to supper, stumbled over something\\non the floor, and tore her skirt, and grasped two\\nchairs and then sat down in both, and proved\\nthat love is something after all\u00e2\u0080\u0094 because it\\nmakes a man a fool and shows that\\nJoy shall be in Heaven over one\\nsinner that is caught, more than ninety and\\nnine others who escape.\\nBut there they sat as in a dream their wed-\\nding supper served by the good people of the\\nhouse to just their humble selves. However,\\nthey partook, and mumbled thanks, and stum-\\nbled out, and wandered aimlessly about the\\nsouth end of the house, and leaned upon the\\ngate, and whispered what no one will ever know\\nor tell, and after all was quiet, stole inside and\\nsat down in the dark.\\nTwo souls with but a single thought\\nmade happy by a text.\\nWere you in earnest, Donald? asked his\\nmother with a knowing smile, when once more\\nthey were left alone.\\n**Yes, mother Barbara, yes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and never more", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 135\\nin all my life. The room which Barbara pre-\\npared we thought scarce good enough for him\\nwho tried to do us harm. Thank Heaven, it s\\nnone too fine for those who do us good.\\nAs for the other service we have rendered\\nthem that is a duty we should gladly pay.\\nWe owe it to ourselves as well as to the helpers\\nin our house and one besides I need not name.\\nLove is the master here to-night and we are\\nonly servants in his lordly halls.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "136 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nXVI.\\nClose now, glorious day, thy record is\\nsecure. The white stone is set up the mark is\\nmade in all the calendars of time. Each heart\\nbeneath this humble roof shall call thee blest\\nwhile life shall last.\\nGood mother, go now to your peaceful sleep\\njoy in your heart and laughter on your lips\\ndumb animals without, lie still, protected by\\nthe hand of care; dog at the door, take these,\\nthe remnants of the feast\u00e2\u0080\u0094 not seven baskets\\nfull, but what is more a miracle, it is enough\\nand as most suppers go,to the poor dogs of this\\nbone-giving age, it is a feast indeed. As you\\nhave watched, good Luath, those who call thee\\nfriend repay. All rest secure. All be at peace.\\nAnd open now that little room the hallowed\\nhome of man and wife\u00e2\u0080\u0094 where during all the\\npast and happy years, the master and the mis-\\ntress of the house have held their sweet dis-\\ncourses, and have read the histories of lives as\\npeaceful and as happy as their own.\\nThe palace of an empire, with its lofty halls", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 137\\nand endless colonnades may never shelter true\\ncontent\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but here four humble walls, adorned\\nby loving hands, and sacred to a simple honest\\nlife, make still the happy home, where man\\nand woman, love and peace, may dwell in hap-\\npiness while life shall last!\\n**Donald, said Barbara, *how sweet the air\\nthat enters in these open windows, is it not?\\n**It should be, said he, **for it comes across\\nthe miles of orchards lying to the north. See,\\nthe white trees show yet. There is no moon\\nbut there the Dipper and the Pole-star shine\\nand there s the very scene we saw this after-\\nnoon, which father always called the Scottish\\nhills.\\n*Yes, Donald, lovely as before, but altered\\nby the darkness, as once we saw it in a theatre,\\nwhen the same scene was shifted quietly and\\nchanged from day to night.\\nThanks, Barbara, for the thought. That\\nscene no longer seems the picture of the after-\\nnoon, but is the curtain which shuts out the\\ndistant shores of Scotland from my view the\\nact-drop which shall rise and show the very\\nscene of which I ve dreamed the honest peo-\\nple I have met the loving faces that have\\nlooked in mine who come to visit me in house\\nand barn and field. Behind that scene they re", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "138 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\ngathered now and I can see them plainly, as I\\nhear and see them in my dreams.\\n**They come to see you, Donald\u00e2\u0080\u0094 how?\\n**As strangers come along the road, who stop\\na moment at the gate, and then walk bqldly in.\\nSome do not even knock, nor heed the sign:\\n*this is my busy day but there they sit and\\nwill not be denied till I have heard them.\\n**Indeed; that s strange.\\nIt is. So strange it sometimes startles me;\\nfor most are those I never saw before, and some\\nI never care to see again.\\nAnd they are your familiars?\\n**Yes, and seem to know that I will need their\\nservices, and put them all to work the honest\\nat some good, the bad at evil things\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and that\\nI ll make myself responsible for all they say or\\ndo!\\nThen you ll have much to answer for, I fear,\\nand should demand their characters.\\nThese I may give, but not receive, dear Bar-\\nbara. The painter sketches from a scene; the\\nbuilder works from a design; artists and sculp-\\ntors have their models set before them; but\\nthose who work out dreams must use the agents\\nNature sends, and take them as they come.\\nWhich Nature sends! Then men do not\\ncreate?", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 139\\nIt is their claim; but is it true? To my\\npoor mind all things exist\u00e2\u0080\u0094 thought simply calls\\nthem forth obedient to our wish. Man is the\\nagent of the higher powers but his intelligence,\\nthough like a God s, is not creative nor su-\\npreme for if it were, all mystery would end\\nand man would reign in Heaven.\\n**Thanks, Donald. I am glad there is one\\nman who doesn t think he knows all things on\\nearth, and in the skies above and in the waters\\nunder them.\\n**Ah, Barbara, in how brief a space of time\\nmen could give thanks for what they know\\nbut prayers would be eternal should they ask\\nfor what they ve never learned. How grand\\nthose old philosophers who besought the Un-\\nknown Gods and Unseen Spirits of the earth and\\nair to help their wandering thoughts. In pres-\\nent times, how modest and sublime the greatest\\nmen of all the world who ask the Ruler of the\\nuniverse to guide their failing steps. How\\nbeautiful the poet s invocation to his muse to\\ninspire his thought and set his words on fire.\\n**But, Barbara, we must rest. Our pleasant\\ntalks are done. Our work begins. The char-\\nacters are ready on the scene, and what they\\nhave to say and do they re eager to impart.\\nListen. I almost hear their voices in the", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "140 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nnight\u00e2\u0080\u0094 some happy and some sorrowful, and\\nsome with scraps of romance and of song\u00e2\u0080\u0094 -and\\ntold so quokly that there s hardly time to set\\ntheir sayings down. But it must be. In less\\nthan three weeks time the first part of their\\nstory must be sketched, rewritten and revised.\\nSo let us note it well\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a silent record\u00e2\u0080\u0094 name-\\nless to all except ourselves until the night it\\nmust be told. There is your table and your\\neasy-chair, and there your pens and ink and\\npaper and the light\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and there s a kiss for all\\nyour love and kindness of these many days!\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nand yonder, underneath the bordering sky, the\\ncurtain rolling slowly upward shows the scene.\\nIs it reality\u00e2\u0080\u0094 or but a vision passing in the\\nnight? Where are the forms familiar to the\\nplace? And will they come unsummoned here\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094or do they wait my call? 0, Muse, who\\nministers in peaceful haunts, presiding over\\ngroves and growing fields, guide me where I\\nshall find the shepherd and his flock\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the peas-\\nant at his plow\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and where the loving swains\\nrest in the shade and listen to the distant pipe.\\nThere let me come and pass the afternoon in\\ntheir good company! Bonnie Scotland, on thy\\nheath-clad hills let me lie down in thoughtful\\nsleep and dream a drama of the bygone\\ndays.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 141\\n**Lulled by the murmuringsof Ayr and Doon,\\nbring memories of their poet, Burns\\n**Call Mary Campbell m her artless ways, and\\nlet the lovers sit beneath the scented shade of\\nyonder hawthorn tree and pass the all too short\\nand happy day\\nLight up the house where peasants gather\\nround the family fire, and cotters read again\\nfrom the great Bible in the hall the words of\\ncomfort and of peace\\n**Then take me to the town of Ayr. To the\\nauld Inn and Tarn O Shanter, Souter Johnny\\nand their spree\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the landlady and all her gra-\\ncious talk before the going home.\\n**Let Robert meet his Bonnie Jean, and with\\nthe ones he loved revisit Alloway.\\n**Then Tarn O Shanter and his midnight ride\\nthe kirk by night and the lone road where\\ncarles and witches scare him o er the Doon\\nShift then the scene to Mossgiel Farm, and\\nall the struggles known on its cold soil. The\\ndays of toil and dreary nights the only light\\nthe weird sheen of Coila s vision and the glim-\\nmering biggin fire Bring Highland Mary back\\na faded dream\u00e2\u0080\u0094 his love again in Heaven", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "142 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nAnd now to Elliesland the Ingleside\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBurns on his birthday, in his brightest hour,\\nwhen he acknowledged Jean Armour his wife!\\nGlencairn their guest, and all the country met\\naround their fire.\\n**Bring these to me, and as I welcome them\\nwith loving heart, so will I tell the world my\\ndream!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "BOOK II.\\nA DRAMA OF DAYS LANG SYNE.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 146\\nBOOK II.\\nBonnie Doon.\\nA DRAMA of DAYS LANG SYNE.\\nPART FIRST.\\nLast Saturday in May\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and Decoration Day\\nit chanced this year\u00e2\u0080\u0094 hence double holiday on\\nScotland Hill. A day to bless the living and\\nthe dead\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a day on which the sun had set in\\npeace.\\nUp in the western sky fair Venus shone, and\\nthe thin crescent of the moon looked down\\nupon the silent burying-ground where slept the\\ndead beneath a coverlid of flowers.\\nWithin the schoolhouse, soon as darkness\\ncame the lights were lit, revealing pictures\\nhung about the walls, and bordered with fresh\\nblossoms set in evergreens, or circled with great\\nwreaths of laurel, holly, oak and pine.\\nShakspeare and Irving and their friends were", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "146 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nthere Scott, Cooper, Longfellow, Tennyson,\\nHawthorne, Poe, and that long line of literary\\nlights whose glory has encircled all the world\\nand, in the center where the platform stood,\\nmasked in by branches to the opened window\\ntops, a life-size painting showed the poet Burns\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094and on either side, a picture from his works\\ncompleted the effect.\\nAll seats were filled and many stood about\\nthe door, or at the windows, which were opened\\nwide that all might see and hear. Diccon and\\nJoan were there, both on one chair it seemed,\\nthey sat so close; and Deacon Drawback stayed\\noutside to watch his mules which he had just\\nbought back for **only half the money Ramsey\\npaid and Sandy told his friends inside, it had\\nto be\u00e2\u0080\u0094 either the mules must go, or he must\\nlearn to swear, and so they went\u00e2\u0080\u0094 about the\\nonly time they d done so since they had been\\nhis.\\nOn the left the organ and the organist and\\nlittle choir, and on the right a desk with stu-\\ndent s lamp and Barbara s manuscript; and\\nBarbara herself, with Donald and his mother by\\nhis side, sat in the corner near, where they\\nwould take least room and on the platform,\\nlike a patriarch, chosen to preside, the good old\\nminister, all honored and all loved. From his", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 147\\nlips came the words of welcome\u00e2\u0080\u0094 announce-\\nment of the August meeting, a blessing and a\\nprayer\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and then the music by the choir, with\\nother voices joining in the proper and im-\\nproper place. Then recitations of a humorous\\nkind, followed by girls in white and tartans,\\ngiving old-time songs\u00e2\u0080\u0094 then the schoolmaster\\nwith some curious verses of his own, which no\\none but himself could understand, but which,\\nas he announced, would win a prize to any\\nscholar of that school who should correctly tell\\nthe different languages, abbreviations and quo-\\ntations, and what each meant the answers to\\nbe handed in at their meeting at this place in\\nAugust next. After which, as he proclaimed\\nwith serious face, the great debate between the\\nwell known orators. Father Lindsay and Sandy\\nRamsey, who would now stand forth and dis-\\ncuss the Zeu-glou-idio-cO hem O-fisty isty Cuss!\\n**What cuss? asked Sandy, with his leery\\nlook, and made the schoolmaster repeat amid\\nthe snickering of the crowd. Father Lindsay\\nnever moved a muscle of his stolid face; but\\nSandy who had stood forth in his pride, until\\nthe subject, now first heard, submerged him,\\nlooked as wise as Solomon and twice as wicked\\nas two Hamans rolled in one.\\nLook here, he said, I m out of politics.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "14S ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nand I ha done my princeepel travelin in the\\nWest, but if ye thenk a few New England words\\ncan fluster me, ye ll mess yer guess. I have\\nthe soobject an I ll do me part; but do ye want\\nour talkin loud, or soft or how?\\n**0h, soft will do best in this little hall, the\\nschoolmaster replied, with a long face. Be-\\nsides it s in your style.\\n**It will be, Sandy answered, as he pulled\\nFather Lindsay s head aside and whispered in\\nhis ear. Lindsay looked relieved. They under-\\nstood and then commenced the great Zeu-\\nglou-idio-co-hem-o-fisty-isty-cuss debate which\\nput all duels oratorical aside, and stands un-\\nrivaled in these talky times.\\nRamsey led off, with outstretched mouth and\\narms, pounding the air and making points, but\\nsoftly softly not a word above a whisper\\nsomething in his **style and Father Lind-\\nsay s too, for, as Sandy finished, his Damascus\\nblade shone forth. The keen satire, the pol-\\nished wit, the sharp retort, were his. But\\nSandy beat him off with stroke on stroke, parry\\nand thrust not only, but a great sweep of\\nrhetoric, delivered as a claymore might have\\ngiven it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 strong, forcible, but soft oh, yes,\\nin whispers as they wanted it. All those who\\nlooked in Sandy s face, and caught his swivel", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 149\\neye, knew now that he was in his element and\\nhe had found his style and carried out his\\njoke.\\nRoar followed roar, for points were made in\\ncomic pantomimic style and all were under-\\nstood.\\n**Good! Good! the people cried. **Hurrah\\nfor Lindsay! Sandy s right! **Hurrah!\\nHurrah! and thus encouraged each renewed\\nhis gestures and his stamping till the building\\nshook, and then the coup! The grand climax.\\nA peroration in which both spoke at once!\\n**Liar! they seemed to say, and **Double\\nslave And then they clinched and each one s\\npartisans bore off the double champions, alike\\ntriumphant and alike approved the only time\\nIn any argument that both sides won.\\nHilarity was at its height. The people and\\nthe two participants\u00e2\u0080\u0094 schoolmaster, minister\\nand all joined in the cry, **Hurrah! Father\\nRamsey! **Sandy Lindsay! **Champions!\\n**Hurrah!\\nIn the excitement Sandy went outside to cool,\\nand Deacon Drawback came inside and took his\\nplace. So Sandy won applause, and much to\\nhis disgust, he lost his seat.\\nFive minutes passed before good order was\\nrestored then Donald Stuart rose and as he", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "150 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\ndid so all was still as death-\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and as he took the\\nwriting in his hands, all was attention and re-\\nspect, each eye was turned toward him and\\neach ear attuned to listen to his friendly words.\\nAmid a breathless silence he began\\nTo the poor my brothers and my sisters in\\nadversity those who cannot favor, will not\\nflatter me I devote this strange and true\\nromance of\\nBONNIE DOON.\\nThe Drama of\\nThe Life and Loves of\\nRobert Burns.\\nPART FIRST.\\nWhere-by the winding Ayr we met\\nTo live one day of parting love.\\nThe time one hundred years ago; the country\\nScotland, and the scene the road that leads\\nfrom Doon to Ayr.\\nOf all who passed upon that road, or wan-\\ndered up and down the shady paths which bor-", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 151\\nered it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 who now shall tell? Who can go back\\nto that far distant time journeying in memory\\nthrough the long forgotten years ^and sit down\\nby that highway, now so famed, and see the\\npeople of the past go by? The little children\\nwith dust-covered feet; poor boys and girls\\nunconscious of their sorrows in their play the\\nlovers happy and forgetful of the world the\\ncareless husband and the anxious wife; the\\nwidow and the stranger and their cares; the\\nfather and the mother worn and old\u00e2\u0080\u0094 who shall\\nbehold their faces or their forms again or hear\\ntheir happy words, or listen to their woes, or\\ncatch the distant echo of their songs of love?\\nNot one. No book preserves their history no\\nrecord tells their deeds or marks their fate.\\nOne matchless book of song written by him\\nthe hero of the scene recalls their names\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but\\nfurther all is still. Wish as we may, we look\\nand listen, but in vain. All who lived then are\\nsilent now. All who live now speak only of a\\npast they never knew.\\nBut there s a Pilgrim who has wandered\\nfar and made his journey through the land of\\ndreams. Invited by your welcome, he comes\\nin, and takes his wallet off and hangs it up\\nand tells a story as a stranger might who sits\\nbeside your fire and, as he speaks, his staff", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "152 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nis turned to a magician s wand, and by a\\nsingle touch all things are changed.\\nBehold We are no longer on our well known\\nhills; but this is Scotland and we stand upon\\nher soil.\\nThese blossoms bloom upon the banks of Ayr,\\nand in these branches lint-whites sing and\\nyonder, commg up the road, appears the wife\\nwho all day long has nursed *her wrath to keep\\nit warm and so she speaks, and others come\\nand go\u00e2\u0080\u0094 revealing all the secrets of their lives\\nand telling us their loves and sorrows in this\\nDRAMA OF DEPAKTED DAYS.\\nSCENE 1.\\n*Aweel! Aweel! says Katy O Shanter,\\nas she stands looking toward the town, **not\\nhame the live lang day\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an yet na sign 0,\\nTarn O Shanter Tam O Shanter. It s weel yer\\nawa The gudewife canna haud her tongue\\nforever, an when ye do come, my words will\\nflow like a stream doun the side o *Ben\\nLomond.\\nShe looks again, shading the sun from her\\neyes.\\nWhat s this comin doun the road? A bogle\\nor a ghaist? Or Beelzebub in black? Eh it s", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 153\\nHaley Willie\u00e2\u0080\u0094 wi bis long legs and longer face\\nand groanin heepeereetical voice. He s the^\\nane mon in a Scotland who minds everybody s\\nbusiness but his ain. He ll no learn mine.\\nShe retires, as Holey Willie appears. He\\nstands and clasps his hands and rolls his eyes\\nand heaves a sigh:\\n**A-ah! It s ma dooty. These lang Scots\\nmiles may mak me tired; but what s a that to\\nWillie? All the afternoon I ve wandered on\\nthe Ayr to spy on Kobert Burns. This must be\\nnear the trysting-place where he meets Mary\\nCampbell. My dooty is to save her frae his\\narms, an maybe for ma ain. Let ithers\\npreach; I ll proctice. I m the schoolmaster to\\ncounsel the erring. I m the shepherd who\\ngathers the stray\u00e2\u0080\u0094 (he sees Katy)\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Ah! ane\\no the lombs o th flock. I must encompass\\nher in ma arms and carry her back to the fold.\\nGude woman, I gie ye good e en.\\nYe do? says Katy with contempt. Weel,\\nthen, I gie it back to ye, gude man. I accept\\nnaething frae strangers.\\n**But my counsel is free.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*It slikeyerser. Good e en. (She starts.)\\n**Stay, cries Willie, *ye re alane?\\n**I am, an I wish to remain alone.\\nYe reherebyyersel", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "154 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**0 yes, be sure o that or ye d no be spe#rin\\nthe question.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*But ye ll be wantin protection.\\n*I would na were it not for ye.\\n**I ll protect ye. It is ma dooty.\\nForget yer duty, then.\\nIt s naething but a woman, like yerseP,\\ncould make me.\\n**I wonder. Weel-a-well. Ye could forget it\\nthen?\\n*The deil is in a woman s eyes to drag the\\nbest man down.\\nAye mon an what a little thing can make\\na saint a sinner.\\nNay. What is seenfu in th weeked is\\nonly natural in the gude. Listen\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ye re alane.\\nThe husband neglects ye, and a friend\\nwould care for ye. What then, is a gudewife s\\ndooty?\\nOchon What should a poor woman do?\\nAye!\\nTam O Shanter is my husband an he neg-\\nlects me.\\nAye! Aye!\\nI am Katy, his wife, who s forgotten.\\nAye! Aye! Aye!\\nAnd ye re Willie, the gude friend who would\\ncomfort me?", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 155\\n**Aye! aye! aye! aye! *Twould be my\\ndooty What then is yours?\\n**Th]s! (She suddenly seizes and throws\\nhim to ground.)\\n*Nay! he cries. **Haud! Hand!\\n**And this! (Places her foot on his breast.)\\n*When the husband s awa the gudewife will\\nna forget!\\n**Mercy! Hand! hand! For gudeness sake!\\n**This! (Stands on him.) When the gude\\nman s gone, the honest woman takes his part\\nan her ain (kicks him)\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Go!\\nIt s ma dooty! groans Willie as he hurries\\noff.\\nKaty stands, in tears, and exclaims:\\n0, Tam O Shanter! Tarn O Shanter! Thank\\nyer stars that ye re spared that much o\\nmy strength. What I have wasted on him\\nis that much less for you! (She sits on\\nbank.)\\n0, gudewives! gudewives! Men may try\\nus; but, an we want to stand, we need na\\nfall. (Kises.) But I could murn for the\\nsorrow o it and sing dool for mysel an my\\nbletherin, blusterin drunken Tam! W^eel-a-\\nweel! Will-a-wa Ochon! Ochon! ochon-a-\\nrie! (Sits weeping.)\\nTam is heard singing on the road", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "156 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**Saw ye roarin Katy, roarin Katy, roarin Katyl\\nSaw ye roarin Katy, lookin for O Sbanter?^\\n(Very loud)\\nO, Tarn he was a ploughman gude\\nAs ever sprang f rae Highland sod\\nBut to the gudewife by his side,\\nA loon was Tam 0*Shanter!\\n**Saw ye roarin Katy, roarin Katy, roarin Katy!\\nSaw ye roarin Katy^ lookin for O Shanter?\\n(He repeats in drunken style.)\\n(Katy speaks.)\\n**It s himself, as fou as the reever i th spring\\nflood. I wonder he can sing when he s too fou\\nto ride. He s sae droonk he makes even the\\nmare stagger.\\n(Tam shouts.) Whoa! whoa! there, Meg!\\nWhoa!\\n(Katy looks.) **I wonder what s the matter\\nnow?\\n(Tam shouts.) *There a bogle in the road!\\nHeh! Hide yersel Ye scare the mare!\\nAye, mon! We ll see. (She calls.)\\n**Come, Meg! Come here! Poor beast! I war-\\nrant not a mouthf u all the day (She pulls\\nup grass.) **Here, Meg! (Calling and cry-\\ning.) Gome, Meg! Come, Meg! Come!\\nMeg comes, with Tam drunk on her back", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 157\\nshe runs to Katy and eats out of her hand.\\nKaty speaks to her and fondles her, but does\\nnot notice her rider.\\n**Ah, Meg! ye dear auld friend an beastie!\\nare ye comin home the day? I m lonesome\\nwi out ye, Meg! Ochon! Sae lonesome!\\n(Cries.) But ye d na leave me a alane! It s\\nno yer fault. Ye d think o those who cared\\nfor ye I know ye would poor Meg. Ye re but a\\nbeast, but ye ha heart enough for that; an sae\\nI love ye, Meg! An sae I ll do for ye sae long\\nas either live! My arms about yer neck! My\\nhand to smooth yer top and words to soften\\nyer sorrow Poor Meg, when human cattle are\\nunkind, ye ll na forget. So\u00e2\u0080\u0094 we ll gae hame!\\nI ll get yer supper an a gude dry bed. Come,\\nMeg, my gude, my only friend, come hame!\\n(Takes hold of bridle.)\\nTam sings while stupidly drunk\\n**Saw ye Tam O Shanter\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Tam O Shanter?\\nKaty unnoticing replies\\nI ve na seen him. Ye ve na seen yer mas-\\nter, have ye, Meg? Nay, an ye had, ye d nae\\nstand out in rain an cauld, tied to a post, whiles\\nhe sits drinkin by the bleezin fire! Come\\nhame!\\nTam sings loudly", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "158 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**0, Tarn, he was a ploughman gude, etc.\\nKaty replies to Meg\\nOnce on a time he was, Meg; but this is no\\nthe master of your better days! That s na the\\nman was kind to ye! That s na the gude man\\nswore he lo ed me, nay let s gae hame per-\\nhaps he s waitin for us there come, Meg.\\nWhoa! cries Tam, **ye lanky loon! How\\ncan I hand my seat? I ll fa (Sings.)\\nSae fou was Tarn O Shanter!^\\n**Aye, says Katy. Meg, what s that load\\non yer tired back? E en drop it off and let it\\nlie awhile an maybe it can learn to walk. I\\nwalked the ways here\u00e2\u0080\u0094 *it can walk it hame.\\n(She drops Tam off.) **Come, Meg, I know ye\\nfeel easier now. (Leads her to bank and gets\\non.) Gee up, my bonnie Meg, the gudeman s\\nwaitin for us hame! (She rides off on Meg.)\\nTam sits on ground in drunken stupor and\\nshouts after her:\\nYe ll wait till I come A right A right\\nPut the mare in my bed an curry me off!\\nWhee! Gie me some oats an let me sleep i th\\nbarn When Katy s hame the house is too fou\\n(Sings)\\nAn sae is Tam O Shanter!\\n(Falls over).", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 169\\nHoley Willie returns and looks after Katy and\\nMeg.\\nAh, Heaven be praised! The auld mare s\\nbearin her awa Weel, let her gang. She s a\\nsour grape to Willie. What s this she s\\ndrapped? Tam, as I live, an drunk as usual.\\nMy duty is to raise the fa en but sin I could\\nna conquer the wife, I hate to carry the hus-\\nband! Ah, weel! It s ma poonishment. I ll\\nbear ma load. Get up, ye sawney\\nWhat s there? says Tam. Eh! What s\\nthat? A bogle or a deil?\\n**Neither, but ye ll see onything.\\n**Naething like you! Eh! now I see; ye re\\nmy mare, Meg. Whoa! ye auld tail-swetchen\\ndeevil, ye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 wheal\\n**Ye re a donkey, says Willie, in dis-\\ngust.\\n**Hic\u00e2\u0080\u0094 says Tam, **I m vera near one^\\nwhoa!\\n**Ye re a mon o no standin says Willie.\\n**That s reason I ride, says Tam. Whoa!\\nye gray grump, ye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 whoa!\\n**Getup! says Willie.\\n**Up where? says Tam.\\n**Here on me back.\\nWhere are yer stirrips? Whoa!\\n**0h, what a load o sin, groans Willie.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "160 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nWell\u00e2\u0080\u0094 if I am, ye ll carry me easy! Stand\\nstill, ye cloutie!\\n**Get up! says Willie, as he mounts Tarn on\\nhis back. **It s screepture bear yer load\\n**Ye re right! says Tam,**rm Baalam! Gee!\\nGaelang!\\nHe rides oflP on Willie s back.\\nAs they disappear, William and Gilbert Burns\\ncome up the path. Gilbert\u00e2\u0080\u0094 assisting his\\nfather speaks, as he advances.\\nDo you feel better, father?\\n**Ah, Gilbert, I don t know. Sometimes I\\nthink I do and then\\n**Well, father?\\n**Gilbert, it s no the Eastlin wind that chills\\nmy heart, nor a the cold that blows frae High-\\nland hills. It is the thought that when misfor-\\ntune comes to me all my poor bairns must share\\nit.\\nHave we not always done so? And think\\nyou we should sorrow now, except, dear father,\\nit should be for you?\\n**Thanks, Gilbert. Oh, my boys! my boys!\\nyour sisters and my wife! How patient and\\nhow faithful ye ve all been to me.\\nNo, father, we ve never half repaid the love\\nand care you ve given us.\\nI ll not hear it. Since Robin was a boy in", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 161\\nAyr\u00e2\u0080\u0094 half-clothed, half-fed, as well we know,\\nhe s alway s done the labors of a man. Summers\\nand winters, worked all day to keep us all to-\\ngether! And now he s come to be a man, with\\nnaething to reward, and only you to help him\\nfor, God knows, when I die I leave you no in-\\nheritance!\\n**The best, dear father\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a brave example and\\nan honest name.\\nAh, well, I ve done the best I might in all\\nour poor surroundings\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and having done my\\nall, it may be better I should go there ll be\\none care the less one less to worry you!\\n**Father, I will not hear you say it.\\n**Ah, well, my son, I know that Robin feels\\nrestraint. His temper s like to mine\u00e2\u0080\u0094 some-\\ntimes despairing, sometimes all astray. I see\\nit. Others tell me. Murdock, his friend and\\ntutor, knows his mind. He often says he ll go\\naway from Scotland and from endless toil from\\ncounsels, cares and miseries, and I don t blame\\nhim no my God I do not blame him\\nFather, you do no justice to his heart. He\\nloves you loves us all, and for our dear auld\\nScotland, he had rather die a peasant on her\\nhills than live a prince elsewhere.\\nAh ah If I could know all this, as you do.\\nBrothers have secrets which no father ever", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "162 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nknows. It tears my heart to think it, yet I\\nfeel he would be leaving ns!\\n**Father, look there! (He points down the\\npath.) **There is your answer\u00e2\u0080\u0094 there the man\\nand there the lass that binds him.\\nRobert\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and Mary Campbell!\\nDoes that not tell ye all? Worlds could not\\ntear him from this place while she is here!\\nCome. The man whose heart is hallowed by a\\nwoman s love can never harm his kindred.\\nThey disappear. Willie returns and speaks\\nwith mock humility\\n**I ha done ma dooty! I ve cast down ma\\nload o sin An I feel the relief o the blessed\\nBrither O Shanter is lyin by the roadside amang\\nthe birches he so reechly desarves. A-weel!\\nI m repaid for the humeeleation, for, on bearin\\nawa ane ineequity I came upon anither Mr.\\nRobert Burns wi his sinfu arms around the\\nslender waist o Mary Campbell! Ah, weel!\\nWhat we hunt for in vain, we stumble over un-\\nawares. I ll do ma dooty! The sinfu crea-\\ntures maun be parted They re standin on the\\npracepece of love It s ma dooty to gae below\\nan catch the ane who falls!\\nA voice is heard down the road and a bonnie\\nlassie\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Madge McGowan\u00e2\u0080\u0094 appears, with a stick\\nand bundle, and a plaid on her arm. She walks", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 163\\nalong singing carelessly until she encounters\\nWillie:\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI m bonnie McGowan\\nFrae Greenock I came\\nTo the bills an the dales\\nWhere the sweet birds are singing\\n0-0! -(she sees Willie)- Shade o ma\\nmither Wow It s a men 8tan back stan\\nback! Dinna ye come near me! I m a the\\nway frae Greenock an I ha na seen a mon sin\\nyesterday!\\n**Then ye are ripe for the seckle, says Willie.\\nWhither does the fair lambkin wander?\\n**Ah\u00e2\u0080\u0094 sir I now see ye re na sae young nor\\nsae attractive as 1 thought, an I can trust ye!\\nYe can. I m the bell-wether o th flock!\\nWhat I ower-loup the ithers crawl under!\\n**Then, sin ye give me leave to speak to a\\nmon by the wayside\\n**A-weel! If ye thenk it s too public we\\ncan just gae further in the wood.\\n**0h, weel! ye can gae as far in the wood as\\nye will; but Madge McGowan sees mair attrac-\\ntion in the dirt in the road\\nAh\u00e2\u0080\u0094 weel! Weel, if ye prefer the broad road\\nthat leads to destruction to the narrow ane that\\nleads elsewhere wi me\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I ll not stay ye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 as", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "164 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nyer business may be urgent, and Greenock will\\nbe lonesome till ye get back!\\n**Not at a The boys were tighten aboot me\\nwhen I left, an they ll keep it up till my\\nreturn.\\nI dinna thenk I ll gae to Greenock, says\\nWillie; **when do ye gae back?\\n**The Soonday after Saturday. Is yon the\\nloaning to the Castle o Montgomery?\\nAne end o th path gaes that way\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the ither\\nawa An ye come wi me ye ll be on the\\nright road.\\nDinna fash yersel I dinna care for it.\\n**But it s ma dooty, an I must.\\n**Then tell me, does Mary Campbell o the\\nWest Highlands live there still?\\n**Weel, just at present she s engaged else-\\nwhere!\\nAn where then can I see her?\\nWillie takes her hand and speaks mysteri-\\nously\\nHush! never disturb a cooin dove! Let me\\nlead ye into new pastures.\\n**Ah, bah! says Madge. Lang-shanks, I m\\nno sheep!\\n**Na\u00e2\u0080\u0094 then, says Willie, putting his arms\\naround her, *yer just a female lamb!\\nBut no for you (She tears herself away.)", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 166\\n**rm Madge McGowan, a free girl frae Greenock,\\nand I dinna want any auld bell-wether bleat-\\nin around me! B-a-a-a!\\nShe goes. Willie looks after her and ex-\\nclaims:\\n**Ba-a-a! Ye may be, ma belle, ivhether ye\\nwill or noo! Ah I maun strive to turn her on\\nthe right path! An if I do, Til tether her!\\nBut first I ll turn the fiock o gossips on this\\nfertile field an let them graze upon one scondal\\nwhile it s green! This Master Burns has scur-\\nrelized me in his sotarical sangs I ll scondalize\\nhim in his stolen love! I ll skaur the kintra\\nround but I ll bring them a to catch this Master\\nRobin cooin wi his mate! Ha! ha! I ll do ma\\ndooty noo!\\nHe rubs his hands and steals out of sight.\\nAfter a pause a love tune is heard and Robert\\nBurns and Mary Campbell appear coming down\\nthe path. They advance slowly, his arm\\naround her as they walk\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Mary speaks:\\nRobert, it is growing late, and I must leave\\nyou now.\\n*Mary, says Robert as he clasps her to his\\nheart, *I cannot speak the word that parts us\\neven for an hour. Oh, say you will not go.\\nCome, let us talk all night as we have done all\\nday!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "166 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nThey sit on bank, under blossoming haw tree.\\n**Tell me again you love me, Mary!\\n**rve said it over half an hundred times,\\nsays Mary, as she smiles and looks into his face.\\nWell, then, says Robert, **let the echoes\\nshout it back a thousand more, and Ayr repeat\\nit, talking as it goes I d never tire to hear ifc\\n**Then, Robert Burns, I love you!\\nAnd Mary Campbell, this is all my answer,\\nsays Robert, as he presses his lips to hers.\\nFor well ye know my heart is yours beyond\\nthe poverty or wealth of words to speak!\\nI know without the asking, Robert! and if\\nyou ask me why I love you so, it s only just\\nbecause I love you!\\nMary, there is no other reason half so good.\\nlove you. Only that those three words turn\\nthe world!\\nTho* I Vv^ere doomed to wander on\\nBeyond the sea, beyond the Sun,\\nTill my last weary sand was run\\nTill then\u00e2\u0080\u0094and then I love thee!\\nHe clasps her passionately. She modestly\\nreleases herself, and starts to go.\\nRobert, it is growing late.\\nHe stays her and still holds her hand.\\nI know I know; but still I love to linger", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 167\\nwith you here, as in the days when first we met.\\nAh, Mary, that sweet time when first we thought\\nof love, and when I took a briar or a thistle\\nsting from out your girlish hand and dared not\\nlook into your wondering eyes!\\nril ne er forget, she answers, lost in\\nr every.\\n**Tell me, dear Mary, you ll not go.\\n**I must, she answers sadly, for your sake\\nand for my own.\\nNo no! Not leave me now, when, maybe,\\nyou ll be going far away to your old Highland\\nhome.\\n0h, Robert, don t remind me we must part!\\n**Mary! he says in deep surprise; but she\\ncontinues in a troubled voice and speaks through\\nmany tears.\\n**It had been easier had I gone before. I\\nshould have gone three days ago for my father\\nand my friends must see me and know all\\nbefore I am your wife, dear Robin; and\\nthen I only go that we may sooner be the\\nhappier.\\n**Mary!\\n**But when I m gone\u00e2\u0080\u0094then, Robert, you ll\\nforget me!\\n**No, Mary, no. A man may sometimes in\\nhis life forget all else his first love never It", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "168 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nlingers in his heart till the last throb and\\nceases only when his eyes are closed in\\ndeath!\\n**Kobert, she replies, I love you very\\ndearly; but never selfishly. It is your happi-\\nness more than mine I think of, and if I ever\\nfound you could be happier without me, I d go\\naway forever!\\n**Mary, you would not nay, you could not do\\nso. Go where you will you cannot leave me!\\nAnd come to me what may what other love or\\nother sorrows my Highland Mary ever will be\\nwith me!\\n**Robert! she cries, embracing him.\\nYes, Mary, for I feel, let fate do what it\\nmay, our fortunes and our lives will be insepa-\\nrably linked together, and love will be the theme\\nwhere er oar names are spoken!\\nI ve sometimes thought so, too, she says\\nand then continues, marked and solemnly, as\\nshe looks her lover in the face: **I dreamed one\\nnight you were a great man, Robert famous\\naround the world\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and yet your heart was then\\nas now you called me Mary still!\\nWife of my heart! he answers, clasping\\nher. *Mary, forever mine! What then?\\n**I am afraid to tell\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I thought\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I thought I\\nnever could be yours, but I could help to make", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 169\\nyou great! And that alone was happiness to\\nme.\\n**Mary, my better angel! All your love is\\nlike an inspiration! I never may be much in\\nthis great world, but of one thing I am certain\\nno man is ever poor who has an honest\\nwoman s love!\\nBe sure you have that always, Mary says,\\nwhether I am here or far awa Then rest\\ncontent till I return and should I never\\ncome\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nYe ll be my Mary still! Some think a spirit\\ndwells in every star\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and of this hope ye canna\\naltogether rob me you will he mine in Heai-ien!\\nYes, Kobert, yes and more I will be faith-\\nful until death!\\nBoth seem greatly impressed, and Kobert, who\\nhas removed his cap, speaks with much feeling\\nand solemnity.\\nDear Mary! As you promise me, 1 pledge\\nmy word to you, and on this sacred book you\\ngave me, here we plight our troth; so swear\\nwith me to live for, to love one another until\\ndeath do us part!\\nThese words they speak together, and this\\ndone, they look into each other s eyes and read\\nthere what no words need tell. They rush into\\neach other s arms and utter one another s names.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "170 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**Kobert!\\nMary!\\nIn this position Madge encounters them\u00e2\u0080\u0094and\\nstarts back in an innocent surprise.\\n**0h\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ah! yer pardon! she exclaims, **but\\nye re sae mexed up, I dinna ken ane frae the\\nitherJ Which of ye s Mary Campbell?\\nAt the sound of Madge s friendly voice Mary\\nstarts.\\nWhy! Madge McGowan!\\nAye! says Madge. *A th way frae\\nGreenock\u00e2\u0080\u0094 who s the Jo? (Points to Kobert.)\\nMy best friend, Robert Burns, says Mary,\\nintroducing him.\\nAn your friend a the same! says Robert,\\nas he takes Madge kindly by the hand.\\nHow queek he is acquaint! says knowing\\nMadge, with an arch look. He ought to live\\nin Greenock. There s business for him there!\\nBut, dear Madge, tell me, Mary says,\\nwhat brought ye?\\nI brought mysel Was goin to the house;\\nbut, lookin for the gate, looked back and saw\\nye here. I ve come for ye.\\nFor me?\\nFor Mary? asks Robert, in surprise.\\nMadge answers Mary in a breath\\nYer uncle s dead; your brither s sick;", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3523", "width": "2217", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 171\\nfaither s awa an mither lonely\u00e2\u0080\u0094 want ye to\\ncome home!\\n**I heard a rumor of it, answers Mary, **near\\na week ago and should have gone, either to\\nCampbellton or to Dunoon.\\n**I see, says Madge, as she looks at Robert\\nknowingly, **I see what kept ye back. If Yd a\\nJo like that Vd be in Greenock eight days\\nevery week.\\n**We ll go to-morrow morning, says Mary\\nsadly. **Robert, you will not blame me now?\\n**God speed ye! Robert answers. **But\\ncome back; and now the gloamin s near Fll\\nsee ye to the yett, an you, her friend, the\\nsame.\\n**Na, na! says bonnie Madge, **ye ll gang\\nyer waus alane. 1 dinna thenk yer talk would\\neenterest me, an it might enterfere wi ye!\\nI ve been thot way mysel\\n**Then follow us, says Robert, as he and\\nMary laughing, turn to go **not our example\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094follow us! Mary, come!\\nAnd as they go away in lover fashion, arm\\nin arm, Madge stands and looks a sort of envy\\nin her eyes.\\n**Aye, I ll come too, she says **but out o\\nsight, and out o hearin mind. I m only a\\npoor innocent girl frae Greenock, an I dinna", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "172 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nwish to blush when I m awa frae hame. Ah,\\nweel! if Mary should, by ony acceedent, be un-\\nable to gae, maybe he could gae in her place.\\nI m sure I d take good care o him an return\\nhim safe after he d seen the sights o the town.\\nBut what a flock o bonnie lasses ha we here?\\nThese are some more o his best friends\u00e2\u0080\u0094 nay,\\nbut the bell-wether s after them\u00e2\u0080\u0094 aha! He sets\\nthem on to Mary s lover\u00e2\u0080\u0094 oho! this is an am-\\nbush! Weel, I ll no see that young mon\\nharmed if Madge can cercumvent it! Greenock,\\nyou ve taught me mony trecks, teach me ane\\nnoo! (Saying which she hides among the\\nbushes by the road. No sooner is she con-\\ncealed than a lot of Scotch lasses come down\\nthe path and peer about the place.)\\n**There s na ane here, says Nannie.\\n**Na sign o Robin, let alane a woman, says\\nfair Chloris.\\n**Naething but tracks in lover s lane.\\n*Then Willie must ha fooled us!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2\u00c2\u00abjgay nay, it s real, says Clarinda, looking\\nin the road. **Here are the marks o hob-nailed\\nshoon\\nAn here a milkmaid s patten, Nannie\\nsays examining the marks.\\n**Right! says Clarinda. *lt s Rob an Mary\\nCampbell!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 173\\n**Haud! says Sylvie, **here s anither. The\\nfootgear o a city girl!\\n**That s me! says Madge, as she peeps slyly\\nfrom her ambush by the road.\\n**Gude Lord! says Nannie, highly shocked.\\n**He s after every girl in Scotland!\\n**He s written to me! Clarinda says, produc-\\ning proof.\\nVerses to me says Chloris\u00e2\u0080\u0094 showing them.\\n**Love-talk to me! says Nannie.\\n**To you He Love to you? Clarinda asks.\\n**What! my Jo write to you? cries Chloris.\\n**Ye see I ha the ca o you, says Nannie\\nproudly.\\n**0h! ha ye? Sylvie says. **Weel\u00e2\u0080\u0094 take\\nthat!\\n**An that! An that! an that! shout all the\\nthree and start to fight while Nannie, taunt-\\ning, sings:\\nWhat s a the steer, kimraer?\\nWhat s a the steer?\\nand Chloris sings in answer:\\nRobin is fra hame, lass,\\nAn still he is na here!\\nTo which her rival readily rejoins:", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "174 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nThen lace yer bodice blue,\\nAn* trim yer cap anew;\\nBut Kobin, when ye find him,\\nIs na the ane for you\\nAnd then, together, tauntingly:\\nWhat s a the steer, kimmer what s a the steer?\\nRobin is frae hame, lass, an still he is na here!\\nIn vain yer bodice blue;\\nYou may set your cap anew\\nFor Robin, when ye find him,\\nIs na the ane for you\\nTam O Shanter, roused by the singing, stag-\\ngers in among the girls and joins in drunken\\nstyle, with his own tune and words:\\nSaw ye gudewife Katy,\\nMother Katy scoldin Katy?\\nSaw ye my wife Katy, ridin on auld Maggie?\\nAt sight of him all the girls exclaim\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*It sTam O Shanter!\\nAnd as well as drunkenness will allow, he an-\\nswers:\\n**Hic! aye! An Tam O Shanter weeshes to\\nenf orm ye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 hie that he canna sleep in sic a\\nsqueelin* noise! Hie! Eh, I thought it was\\nmy wife come back, an it sobered me up a bit\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094wow!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 175\\n**An were ye here then? question the girls.\\n**What then? Where then? Hie! Nay! I\\nwas there then! (Points up the road.)\\nBut have ye seen em? the girls inquire.\\n**Ha I seen em? Yes, an had em often.\\nHie an sae has souter Jonny too. Hie Don i\\ntalk about em, or I ll see em crawl hie!\\nEh, say the girls, they re hidin in the\\nbushes then!\\nThedeil they are! says Tarn. Tak em\\noff! Tak em off!\\nOh, we know, says Nannie, we saw their\\ntracks m the road.\\nYe did? says Tam, then don t ye let em\\ncome near me! Keep em awa Keep em\\nawa (He hides behind the girls.)\\nBut let em gang their gates, says Chloris.\\nWe wouldn t be in their shoes\\nDon t! cries Tam. Dom but they ll be in\\nmy boots!\\nTell us about em, the girls demand as\\nthey gather about him.\\nAn I do I m dommed! says Tam, as he\\nstamps about in the road. Let s change the\\nsoobject! Hie! where s Meg?\\nYour mare? We haven t seen her.\\nWell, then, says Tam, I know a woman", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "176 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nhas, an straddled her, an rode her off, an left\\nme here just like a gowk!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*To walk! eh, Tarn? Ha! ha! ha! ha!\\n**To walk? Nay, nay, I rode the donkey.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*The donkey!\\n*Yes, Haley Willie! till he threw me off!\\n**0h! ho! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!\\n**Aye, ye may laugh, girls; but it was na\\nlaughin matter for him to carry me nor for\\nme, when he let me fa Look here I paid my\\nsiller for a gude drunk, an now it s a knocked\\nout o me! But I m avenged!\\n**How so?\\n**Dinna ye see? I was left here for drunk an\\nI m sober! I was left here to walk, an I ride!\\nI was left here, by ane woman, to be alane, an\\nI m surrounded by a dizzen o em! (He sings\\nin great glee:)\\nOh, Tam he was a ploughman gude\\nAs ever spraog frae Highland sod, etc.\\nAs he sings all the girls encircle him, and\\nhand in hand, sing and dance around him:\\n**Saw ye Tam O Shanter? Tam O Shanter!\\nSaw ye Tam O Shanter, lookin for his Maggie?\\n0h! says Tam, *but Vm too sober! It s\\nma poonishment! A-weel! If I maun walk,", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 177\\nril dance, too! I maun soofer for ma crimes!\\nBut eh! to be sae lanely! (He leers at the\\ngirls.) **It s a dreadfu contreetion! It makes\\nme repent o ever bein married!\\n**Weel, now, Tam, says Nannie, **now that\\nye can understand\\n*Hic! aye! (He tickles her.)\\n**Tell us what we want to know.\\n**Ah! says Tam, it s muckle a woman\\nwants to know an it s little she don t!\\n**But tell us, Tam, they all exclaim.\\n**Eh! what? ye sousie lasses. Were ye ever\\nmarried?\\n**Never.\\n**There s no a married ane amang ye?\\n**Nay, they answer, but there should be.\\nYe re right, cries Tam, **come to me arms!\\nEh but it s dreedfu to be sae lonely Come\\nto my arms again!\\n**Nay, persists Nannie, **but tell us. Did\\nye na see Robin an Mary Campbell here\\nabout?\\n**0-o-h! He s the ane ye re speerin for?\\nOh, aye! Tam, ye can tak a drap!\\n**Tell us, says Chloris, *where they are.\\n**Well, then, they re doon there by the path\\nawaitin by yon haw-tree!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "178 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nThey are? exclaim the girls in great de-\\nlight. Come on!\\nStop! cries Tam, as he stands in the path\\nand waves them back, ye llno disturb them!\\nWhy?\\nI ll tell ye. There, by the road, where\\nWillie let me fa twas Robin stooped to pick me\\nup, an Mary Campbell helped him! Now\\nTam O Shanter stands their friend gainst a the\\ncryo Scotland!\\nGude! gude! cries Chloris. Tam, we like\\nye all the better for it!\\nAye! aye! they all exclaim. Tarn s\\nright! We like him for fair play\\nYe do? Then, bonnie lasses, I am yours as\\nwell! (Calls down the road:) Meg, gae on\\nhame, an tak the auld woman wi ye. I ll\\nbear ma poonishment alane!\\nBut stay, says Nannie, there s Haley\\nWillie back again!\\nAye! says Tam, an as fu o the auld\\ndeil as I was fou o barley corn! pointing out\\nWillie. There s the oreegenal frae the garden\\no Eden. Awhile ago I had em in me boots,\\nnow ane o them s in me eye. Gee! If I only\\nhad me feddle here I d make him dance! Bui\\nwhist! Let s catch the deil at his ane gaiate.\\n(He whistles and beckons.)", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 179\\n**Hey! Robin--hey! Come here! (He hides\\nwith the girls, among the trees, as Willie re-\\nappears and looks after them.)\\nIt s Tarn The lasses will lead him a chase.\\nIf they don t sober him naething will! I ve\\nstirred them up all round!\\n(Madge comes out and stands on bank watch-\\ning.)\\nThe giglets hae gotten the gillie, an auld\\nlang-shanks is mutton for me. This is the game\\nthe Greenock girl brings doun when she veesets\\nthekintra!\\n(She sits on the bank and pretends to cry,\\nBoo-oo-oo-ooh!\\nEh! says Willie, the lomb! she s back in\\nthe fold. They never stray far alane. So, the\\nlambkin s back m the right road again?\\nlorn! lom! 0, maister shepherd, tell me\\nwhere ll I find ma mither?\\nYer mither Ah, I dinna ken but would no\\nthe auld buck that wears the bell, do juist as\\nweel?\\nAh\u00e2\u0080\u0094 weel! she sighs, 1 thenk ye would.\\nI m calling to ye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ba\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a\u00e2\u0080\u0094 h!\\nCome to ma arms! says Willie in delight,\\nas he sits down beside her. If ma first dooty\\nto look after the weaklins o the flock. (Em-\\nbraces her.)", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "180 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**0h\u00e2\u0080\u0094 baah! cries the lamb.\\nWeel\u00e2\u0080\u0094 bah! says Willie, soothingly, but\\ndinna be afraid. I ll be a mither to ye!\\n*An is that all?\\n**A faither an a mither.\\n**Naething else?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*Aye! a the bell-wethers i the flock! Ba!\\nBaa! Baah!\\n(At this Tarn and all of the girls come out of\\nthe wood and surround them all crying:)\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*Ba\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ah! Ba! baah! Then all go round\\nthem singing:\\nSaw ye Haley Willie\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Haley Willie\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Haley Willie?\\nSaw ye shepherd Willie doin o bis duty?\\n(All laugh and point at Willie, who starts up\\nindignantly. Madge laughs.)\\n**It s a lie! cries Willie. *It s no me! I m\\nnot myself! I m anither mon!\\n**Aye! yer waur nor ye thenk, says Tam,\\n**but ye re Ill-willie a th same!\\nAn ye? ask the girls of Madge.\\n**Me? replies the innocent Madge, I m just\\na playfu lettle lomb! I set the trop an lured\\nhim wi a baah!\\n(Girls all laugh and point at Willie, and cry\\nBaah!!!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 181\\n**The artfu hizzie! cries Willie furiously.\\n*It was a her faut. The trap I set for Eobert\\nBurns\\n**Ye got yerself, ye deevil ye! says Tam.\\n**But he shall pay for aM says Willie. **See\\nhere s his scondal upon me (He gives written\\npaper to Tam and takes others from the girls.)\\n**An here\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an here. There s not a lass but\\nhas some seenfu love-sang frae him. Here,\\nread you! He hands them to Father and\\nGilbert Burns, who now appear.\\nHis faither! Weel, I m glad ye ken!\\n**Thank God, I do, says the old man proudly.\\n**I kon the guid o Kobert Burns an for the ill\\nthat s true, I warrant there is naught sae bad\\nhis father canna hear it.\\n**Kead for yersel says Willie scornfully.\\n**I will, says Father Burns, with emphasis,\\n*and his own words shall answer for him to the\\nworld.\\nAye, judge him by them, father! Gilbert\\nsays; if what he s written s to condemn, then\\nwhat he s written shall uphold him, too.\\n**That s justice, says his father, *and so it\\nnow shall be. But why this stir? Willie, why\\nare you here?\\n(Tam explains:)\\n**We found him kinttlin wi this Greenock", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "182 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nlass\u00e2\u0080\u0094 billin an baain heads an thraws the-\\ngither\u00e2\u0080\u0094 bah! ye auld bletherin Beelzebub!\\n**Nay, Maister, says Madge quietly. Vm\\nbut a lamb. The auld bell-wether lured me!\\nNa doubt! Na doubt! says Father Burns,\\nas he looks over the writings Willie gave him.\\n(Two little boys lead an old ewe down the\\npath. She is tied by a string and has about her\\nneck a flowery wreath.)\\nMore eenocence! says Madge. **Don t\\nblame me. Here s anither stray. Aye, callans,\\nit s a braw bet of a sheep.\\nShe s lookin for the maister, says the boy.\\n**Just like the ithers, Tarn suggests.\\n**An what s it s name? asks Madge.\\n**It s Robin s pet yowe, *Mallie.\\nMallie! A female! Madge exclaims, as she\\ntakes her by the string. **Come yer waus,\\nMallie! I dinna ken muckle aboot ye, Mallie,\\nbut, an ye ve ony respect for yer mither, gie\\nthe bell-wether a wide berth. (She leads\\nMallie away, looking back at Willie, as she goes.)\\n**And now speak you! says Father Burns to\\nthe assembled girls. Why are you lasses\\nhere?\\n(They are silent.)\\nAha! says Willie, as he rubs his hands.\\nThey ll na answer; but I will! Sin ye put ane", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 183\\non me, I put a three on Robert Burns! now let\\nhim answer it who can!\\nril answer for them all! says Robert man-\\nfully, as he appears in the centre of the group.\\nAll exclaim\\nRobert!\\n(Madge rushes to his side.)\\n**Ah, my only frien amang them!\\nEh! cries Willie with delight, even her!\\nGuid An when he onswers for em a let this\\nyoung hizzie answer too!\\n**Stop! cries Robert interposing, **not a word\\nagainst this lassie here, or I ll na answer for\\nmyself!\\n**You would protect her then? the girls de-\\nmand.\\n*Trotect her! Aye! Robert answers, **as I\\nwould you, or you, or any other woman!\\n**Robert! his father asks, who is the lass?\\nUntil a half an hour ago I never saw her,\\nRobert answers with respect.\\n**A stranger here?\\n**A friend of Mary Campbell, and that name\\nmakes her sacred!\\nBut still\u00e2\u0080\u0094 alone\\nTherefore has need of friendship most!\\nWhen a woman is upright, give her your love\\nWhen shie s downright, give her your hand", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "184 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nWhen she s fallen, your pity and your help!\\nAnd when a stranger, homeless and alone, no\\nmatter what she may be, give her protection\\nand defence!\\n**Gude! gude! is heard on every side.\\n*Guid! cries Tarn, dom but it s mair than\\nguid! Scotland forever! Come oot in the road,\\nauld Beelzebub, an I ll wallop th ground wi\\nye!\\n*But stay says Father Burns, what answer\\nye to these? ^showing the verses to Robert.\\n**Nothing, father. What a man speaks he\\nmay deny, but what he puts on paper speaks\\nagainst or for him for all time. I stand by what\\nis written\u00e2\u0080\u0094 or by what s written fall!\\nRobert, says his father sadly, **these are\\nthe love songs of an idle boy. They bring you\\nbut discredit and disgrace!\\n**Well, then to me let these dishonors come;\\nbut spare you, father, and the ones I love each\\nword of mortal harm.\\n(Burns bows; goes up to Mallie, and then re-\\ntires. Madge follows him.)\\n**A\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ha! says Willie.\\n*Ah\u00e2\u0080\u0094 baa! says Tam.\\n(Gilbert goes to his father and feelingly ex-\\nclaims:)\\nFather, for fifteen long, hard-working years", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 185\\nmy brother s never had an idle day, and for the\\nwritings which discredit him and bring him but\\ndisgrace here s something from his last. It s\\ncalled The Cotter s Saturday Night. He read\\nit to me Sunday when we took our walk.\\n(Gilbert takes the verses from his pocket and\\ngives them to his father.) **Read these, aud if\\nthere s idle love in them, tis of a kind that\\nblesses every home; that graces every man and\\nwoman in the land and gathers honors all\\naround the world!\\n(Robert appears, leading Mary Campbell for-\\nward\u00e2\u0080\u0094followed by Madge with Mallie. He\\npasses Mary to his father and then turns sadly\\naway. All stand in great respect. Father\\nBurns addresses her solemnly:)\\n**Mary Campbell, tho you have faith in\\nRobert Burns, trust not to what he says of love,\\nfor such things men sometimes deny; hut lohat\\nhe puts on paper proves him. Read (giving\\nher a small page of MS.)\\n(Mary stands in the center of the group, and\\ntaking the paper reads with great feeling:)\\nOh, happy love, where love like this is found\\nOh, heartfelt rapture bliss be5 ond compare;\\nI ve waodered much this weary mortal round\\nAnd sage experience bids me this declare", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "186 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nIf Heaven a draught of heavenlj pleasure share-\\nOne cordial in this melancholy vale,\\nTis when the youthful, loving, modest pair,\\nIn other s arms, breathe out the tender tale,\\nBeneath the milk white thorn that scents the even-\\ning gale.\\n(She goes to Robert and puts her head on his\\nbreast, as they sit on bank under the tree.\\nFather Burns comes forward and reads im-\\npressively:)\\nThen homeward all take off their several way;\\nThe youngling cottagers retire to rest;\\nThe parent pair their secret homage pay.\\nAnd proffer up to Heaven the warm request\\nThat He who stills the ravens clamorous nest,\\nAnd makes the lily fair, in flowery pride,\\nWould, in the way His wisd\u00c2\u00aem sees the best,\\nFor them and for their little ones provide;\\nBut chiefly in their hearts with grace divine preside!*\\n(He goes to Gilbert, turning aside to conceal\\nhis emotion. Robert advances and stands un-\\ncovered in the center of the throng, and, with\\ngreat feeling and spirit, recites from memory:)\\nOh, Scotia! My dear, my native soil,\\nFor whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent,\\nLong may thy hardy sons of rustic toil\\nBe blessed with health and peace and sweet content.\\nAnd oh, may Heaven their simple lives prevent", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 187\\nFrom luxury s contagion, weak and vile,\\nThen, howe er crowns or coronets be rent,\\nA virtuous populace may rise the while\\nAnd stand a wall of fire around their much loved isle.\\n(Then to the air of **Red, red rose, which at\\nthis hour sounds like some great inspiring bat-\\ntle hymn, the populace take up the cry:)\\nFor Caledonia and her cause.\\nWhatever our fate my be\\nWe stand thro life a living guard,\\nAnd for her we would die!\\n(And Robert kneeling in the centre sings\\nthe second part\u00e2\u0080\u0094 followed by Mary s solo in a\\nhigh, triumphant tone:)\\nRobert. O, Scotia dear! our native land\\nThe freedom Wallace gave,\\nMary. Each Scottish heart and Scottish hand\\nIs sworn to shield and save!\\n(Then, rising, she repeats the last two lines, in\\nwhich all join in one grand culminating shout\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nthe expression of their loyalty for native land\\nand love for Robert Burns!)\\nAs Donald Stuart s voice died out a spirit\\ntook its place which would not down. The\\naudience in the schoolhouse rose and cheered", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "188 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nand cheered again, as if outrivaling the people\\nin the tale. The strong magnetic touch had\\ndone its work. Men shouted women cried.\\nThe minister arose and raised his hands and this\\nalone brought silence.\\n**No words, he said, **no words. Nothing\\ncan add to or can take away from what we feel.\\nThanks to our pilgrim and his magic wand.\\n*One touch of Nature makes the whole world\\nkin! And this shall be my theme to-morrow\\nin the little church. Till then do not disturb\\nthe impression and the inspiration of this hour.\\nGood -night to all, and Heaven bless and\\nguard you!\\nEND PART FIRST.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 189\\nPART SECOND.\\nThe August night had come, and not come\\ncalmly, as the summer nights so often do; but\\nthis advanced in surly mood complaining, mut-\\ntering, threatening at times, when hidden light-\\nning showed beneath a cloud or low, protesting\\nvoices broke upon the air.\\nThe day had been somewhat tempestuous and\\nsummer showers swept down upon the country\\nhere and there, with eddying gusts foretelling\\ntheir approach, and then retired, as if retreat-\\ning on the northwest hills, where, as the night\\ncame on, the gathering tempest showed in force,\\nforeboding a disturbing night, and elemental\\nwar. Upon the Highland peaks, at intervals, a\\nsignal showed, and in the distant Catskills low,\\nrolling and continued sounds were heard, as if\\nthe ghostly crew were out and **lit their pipes\\nand rolled their ten-pin balls in full defiance of\\nthe world. Crash followed crash, resounding\\nthrough the hills, then came the downpour from\\nthe clouds; but nothing in the country stops\\nbecause it rains going and growing are com-\\npulsions when it s wet\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and the undaunted", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "190 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nhearts on Scotland Hill drank in the cool damp\\nair as a delicious draught, which made them\\nlaugh and turn their faces up to the descending\\nstorm and shout, **Ha! ha! come down!\\nLanterns and wraps and heavy shoes for all\\nthose living near, and covered wagons for the\\ndistant ones\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Come on! Who cares? *More\\nrain, more rest, may do for boys, but Nature\\nworks right on except when it s too dry.\\nThe gathering was equal to the first. The\\nspirit just the same. The decorations all that\\nsummer and the people could afford sun-flow-\\ners and holly-hocks and wreaths of smiling faces\\nall around\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a happy people for a happy time.\\nEven the minister showed in his honest, loving\\nface the joyousness he felt and as for Sandy\\nRamsey, Drawback, Lindsay, and the others of\\nthat ilk, their features were an entire show\\nwith side-shows all thrown in.\\nMusic, on this occasion, took the lead. A\\nfiddle helped the organ out, although they were\\nnot friends and never quite agreed. The organ\\nwould insist on its eternal double hypocritical\\ndrawl, the whining, canting monotone and nasal\\ntwang of over-pious talk the fiddle meanwhile\\nscraping out a high pitched squeak, and then\\nrelapsing in a comic snoring sound which made\\nthe wicked laugh and pious smile.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 191\\nBut all the vocal parts were of the best; tlie\\nScottish songs were never better sung, save in\\nthe dear old land itself, and stories, readings,\\neverything essayed showed that the extra time\\nfor preparation had been well employed. When\\nit came Sandy s turn\u00e2\u0080\u0094 before his name was\\ncalled\u00e2\u0080\u0094 he d started in his speech, and talked\\nright on while they announced his name\\nSandy Ramsey Straight Path,\\nOf course, he said, **that s what I m talk-\\nin about; but ef ye d like to know about the\\ncrooked path, I ll tell ye that.\\nWhere I got the three scruples I also got\\ndrunk an went home where I leeved, after a\\nbig fallo snow; an staggered so I made a path\\nlike a ram s horn a the way from the road to\\nthe house, an it stayed the drunkard s path;\\nfor I made it worse each time I went over it an\\nevery one that kem to the house got drunk goin\\nover it, too. One day a teetotler kem to give\\nme reefermation, an as he staggered up, says\\nhe: Young mon, ye re on the broad road to dee-\\nstruction. Turn while there s time and take\\nthe straight and narrow path. I cut him short.\\n*Look here, says I, ye re drunk yersel I see\\nit in yer e e, an I ll jest bet ye a week s board\\nye can t walk from here to the gate without\\nstaggerin like a gin bottle rattlin on a tray.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "192 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nHe bet an lost, an I stayed there a week at\\nhis expense, an in the drunkard s room. The\\npath is oot there yet, a wetness to the cruked-\\nness of dreenk. Now, Mr. Feddler, an you,\\nyoung mon, who keeps squeezin yer doleful\\ntunes oot o that sick music-box\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ef eether o\\nye can play a tune ye never saw or heard, go\\non and play it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an I an Father Lindsay will\\nsing ye a duet! It just came oot frae the West,\\nan it s somethin aboot a watch!\\nMusic play up!\\nAt this command the two musicians smiled\\nand struck a prolonged chord, and the two\\noperatic orators stood up, each with one hand\\nbehind his back and one shoved in his breast.\\nIn this position they tried to look unconscious,\\nand they did\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but their delinquent voices failed\\nto arrive in time to start and Sandy nodded for\\nanother chord. It came with every note in the\\ngamut, but none to suit it seemed, for now\\nthere was another pause and this time a de-\\nmand to **play The obliging musicians com-\\nplied\u00e2\u0080\u0094running all over, up and down the scale,\\nlingering on such notes as they thought would\\ndo\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but nothing lingered in the singers ears.\\nThen Sandy laid it all to Lindsay, and giving\\nhim a kick, cried **sing! which Lindsay did\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nor tried to do\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but which was something like a", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 193\\nshriek, and Sandy followed suit\u00e2\u0080\u0094 -each on a\\ndifferent key\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and neither nearer than a hun-\\ndred miles of the musicians, who were going\\nforte and ad lib-crescendo ralantando every-\\nthing they could for both were wild with\\nlaughter now, in which the audience joined.\\nThis ended the first verse amid applause so\\ndeafening that both the vocalists felt assured\\nthey had achieved success. To make sure,\\nhowever, Sandy scowled at the musicians and\\nbeat the time or what was left of it to beat.\\nThen he determined to show how it should have\\nbeen, and started the first verse again himself\\ntaking Lindsay s tenor part and leaving him\\nthe bass. He opened up on a terrific shriek,\\nand raised his head, and stood on his tiptoes but\\nwhat he wanted no one ever heard him reach^\\nfor Lindsay s little hoarse touch on the bass\\n**brought down the house and Sandy to his\\nrescue as he now essayed both parts screech-\\ning out one line growling out the next and\\nbeating time\u00e2\u0080\u0094 stamping and scolding motion-\\ning how to play and bawling Larboard\\nWatch in several voices and a dozen keys\\nwith a cadenza in which watches, larboards,\\nmusicians, and Lindsays all blended in a mass,\\nthe audience meanwhile screaming with delight\\n*Bravo! Bravo! Both! the people cried.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "194 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nEncore **Encore But Sandy only bowed\\n(his modesty forbade,) except to say:\\n**Me voice was cooltevated, plowed, cross-\\nplowed an harrowed in the West\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an I can\\nseeng deuetts for one, or two, or three, or any\\nnumber ef I ony have the key!\\nAt this all laughed.\\nEh, ye may laugh, said Sandy, **an as for\\nye, Deacon Drawback, ye have no more ear for\\nmusic than yer mules, an no more voice! But\\nif ye ll come ootside maybe I ll mak ye seeng\\na defferent toon frae what yer turnin now!\\nBut Drawback only Ha! ha d! as the others\\ndid, and Sandy rolled his swivel eye about the\\nroom, then went outside. Once there, his other\\neye fell on his adversary s mules.\\nHa! ha! he said; well, maybe then I ve\\nfound the right key now! and in five minutes\\ntime, with very knowing looks, he came in\\nquietly and took his seat.\\nThe humor of the scene pervaded everything,\\nand Donald rose, his face all smiles, and read\\nfrom Barbara s manuscript:", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 195\\nBONNIE DOON.\\nPart Second,\\nTime A Market Night in Summer,\\nThe Auld Town of Ayr.\\nThe Koad to Alloway.\\nScenes: Kirk Alloway by Night.\\nThe Half-mile to the Brig.\\n.The Brig o Doon.\\nYe banks and braes o* bonnie Doon\\nHow can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?\\nHow can ye chant, ye little birds,\\nWhen I sae weary fu o care?\\nSCENE 1.\\nTHE STEEET AND INN AT AYR BY NIGHT.\\nInn Sign at the corner\\nAuld Ayr Inn.\\nJoN Anderson.\\n(Entrance door steps and portico large win-\\ndow, with bench underneath lights inside\\nshowing through window\u00e2\u0080\u0094 lamps burn in the\\nstreet\u00e2\u0080\u0094 people pass and repass.)", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "196 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n(Tarn O Shanter s mare, Meg, is hitched to a\\npost on side of street.\\n(The sound of a fiddle is heard inside the inn\\nplaying Duncan Gray, to which, amid loud\\nlaughter, clinking glasses keep time to the\\nsymphony, then invisible chorus sings:)\\nRobin Burns comes here to woo\\nRob Burns the ploughman O\\nEre he goes we ll fill him fou,\\nRob Burns the ploughman O!\\n(At the conclusion of this Tam O Shanter\\nsticks his head out of window and sings in loud,\\ndrunken manner:)\\nTo every lass on Ayr or Doon\\nWe ll fill a glass an drink her doun,\\nFor we are wakin the auld toun\\nFor Rob Burns the ploughman 0!\\n(The chorus inside is repeated, with click of\\nglasses and shouts as before Tam s head dis-\\nappears as auld Elfie comes down the street,\\nleaning on a staff. She goes to the window and\\npeers in.)\\n**Nae, nae,* she says, he is na there; yet\\nwhere else can A gae? They told me Robin\\nwas in Ayr the day, an yet, for a my wearyin\\nA canna find him. A was na hame when he\\nca d at the auld biggin; but A ll see him here", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 197\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094aye, an A U speir him who it was that did\\nmy work when A was gane. Aye, but A ken\\ntwas he. Ah, monie simmers past an gane\\nsin A saw my braw lad A dandled i my arms.\\nA ll see him ance again. A ll wait him here\\naye, tho he come not a th nicht, auld Eltie ll\\nwait. (She sits on seat under the window.)\\n(The singing is renewed and scraping of fiddle\\nis heard inside. Loud laughter follows and the\\nwindow -bole opens and Tarn puts out his head\\nand shouts:)\\n0h yez! oh,yez! oh, yes! onyanewhohas\\nna gotten a saxpence come ye in an ha a stoup\\nwi me!\\n(Laughter inside. They try to pull him in\\nauld Eltie recognizes Tarn:)\\nIt s Tam O Shanter at his auld trecks.\\n**Haudon! hand on! cries Tam as he leans\\nout. There s something like a lassie here.\\nAne kiss for Tam!\\n**Tak it, ye deil ye says Elfie, as she kisses\\nhim.\\n(Loud laughing inside, in which Tam joins.\\nThen, seeing the old woman he has kissed, he\\nexclaims:)\\n**Auld Elfie! Bymebreeks! Weel, I ll na\\nback oot! Anither! A gude theng is a gude\\ntheng even when it s auld. Dom but it s a gude", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "198 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nthing it s dark! Haud! Here s your stoup to\\npay for it! (He passes out a stoup to Elfie and\\nsings:\\n**For we are wakin the auld toun.\\nFor Rob Burns the ploughman O!\\n**Aha, ye deil! says Elfie as she laughs and\\ndrinks. Dka night yer fou but A forgive\\nye; for yer heart s fou too; auld Elfie ne er\\nforgets yer gudeness a the winter days. The\\noatmeal an the barley rips for me an puir auld\\nCrumbie\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ah, me! Who s this?\u00e2\u0080\u0094 why, Eab?\\n(She runs to Gilbert, mistaking him for Robert,\\nas he comes to the inn.)\\nMistaken altogether, Gilbert says. **rm\\nonly Gilbert Burns.\\nHis brither! Laddie, is it ye? An yese na\\nken auld Elfie noo?\\n*Elfie McLeod? Aye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 aye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 my gude auld\\nfriend! I ken ye now. Ye minded Rob when\\nhe was but a bairn.\\n*Aye, aye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an spanked him weel; an sang\\nhim sangs; an tauld him tales, an lo ed him a\\nmy days!\\nBless ye, Elfie\u00e2\u0080\u0094 yes, I mind it all; an\\nRobin s na forgotten ye!\\nAn never will, says Robin, as he comes and\\ngrasps her hand.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 199\\nAh\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ah! Rab\u00e2\u0080\u0094 dear Rab\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an is it ye?\\ncries Elfie, through her tears.\\n**Elfie! my gude auld friend! (They em-\\nbrace and shake hands\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the old woman dancing\\nfor joy.)\\n**Ah\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Rab\u00e2\u0080\u0094 A bin lookin for ye a the\\nday.\\n**I thank ye for it, Elfie, frae my heart. Ye\\nwere not hame when we called in. Ye got my\\nword?\\n**Aye, aye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an a th wark ye did for me!\\nOh, Rab\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the cattle an the firein Oh! ye re\\nsae gude to me! But here A am!\\n**Gude heart\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ye re tired\u00e2\u0080\u0094 sit down!\\nNae, A d stan lookin at ye a th nicht!\\n**Nay, sit ye down. A stoup o ale; come ben\\nwi me!\\nNae, nae, na ben the Inn. They d turn me\\noot.\\n^They d be right sorry if they did. A-weel,\\nsit here\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ye ll ha a stoup?\\n**A had it here, (Tarn and others sing in-\\nside.) **FraeTam.\\n*I see. Weel, then, tak ane wi me! (He\\ntaps on window. Tam sticks his head out and\\nexclaims:)\\nThe Lord preserve us! But Rab s got her\\nnoo! (He sings.)", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "200 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nRobin Burns came here to woo\\nFor Rob Burns the ploughman O!\\n**Tak a stoup wi me. Three here! (Mugs\\nare set out.)\\nRab, come ye in! says Tam.\\n**Elfie, says Robert, **1 11 see ye down by\\nyonder light in half an hour. Gae there an ask\\nfor me an wait. I d talk wi ye of other times.\\n**Weel\u00e2\u0080\u0094 A ll be there. Elfie ll no sleep; but\\nsit an talk a nicht o ye an auld lang syne!\\n(She goes down the street\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Burns in the Inn.\\nGilbert reappears in company with Davie.)\\nAn sae ye came to market here, says Davie.\\n**rm glad to see ye all frae auld Lochlea. I m\\nfrae hame mysel but what brought ye? No\\nmore bad luck, I hope?\\n**The worst; but that s not it. ItwasRobert s\\nwish to see his birthplace once again, and bring\\npoor father wi us. The auld man s failin fast\\nan it may be the last time here for a o us\\nBut Robert s here!\\n**Ah, Davie Sillar! says Robert, as he comes\\nto greet him, **is it you?\\nAye, your true frien forever!\\n**Aye? Weel, Davie, Siller s a frien to stand\\nby.\\nHa! ha! prove me wi out it, Rob. Wel-\\ncome to Ayr!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 201\\n**Thanks, Davie; gude it s been for a o us.\\nTwa wagon loads o boys an girls, wi father,\\nGilbert an th rest!\\n**Hey! brawlie! brawlie! Rob.\\n**Ah! Robert cries. **But it is gude to feel\\nthe glow within the heart. Ane breath o\\nliberty; relief from care; the glory o the coun-\\ntry road, wi Nature noddin to ye on the\\nway!\\n**Aye! aye!\\n**Think o a day in Ayr! The biggin where I\\nfirst saw light.\\n*Ye mean the smoke, says Gilbert, laugh-\\ningly.\\nA-weel\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the light we could na see! The\\ningle an the single door. I trembled as I drew\\nthe sneck, an every one of us took off our caps,\\nan father knelt an prayed!\\nRobin!\\nDavie he ll never come again until he\\ncomes to Alloway, among the graves he\\ntended.\\nYonder he is, says Gilbert kindly. **ril go\\nan bring him here!\\n(As Gilbert goes, Davie takes Robert aside:)\\nRobin, I grieve that poverty has dealt so\\nhard.\\nAh\u00e2\u0080\u0094 weel, says Robert, feelingly, **we d", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "202 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nwalked, but we d a come. But Mallie s lambs\\nwe sold gave us the siller for it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Davie,\\nIt s no in titles nor in rank\\nIt s no in wealth like Luunon bank\\nTo purchase peace or rest.\\nIf happiness hae not her seat\\nAnd center in the breast!\\n*Right, brither Scot and Scribbler, Davie\\nsays, **there is my hand. A m wi ye thro it\\na I hear ye talked o goin to the Indies,\\nRob?\\n**When all else fails, I go. Jamaica, or I care\\nnot where; but twa things stay me now.\\n**And they?\\nWhile father lives I ll never leave him; but\\nhelp him till the last. For him, for all, no\\nwork s too hard; no fare too poor; no sacrifice\\ntoo great.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*And the other?\\n**My Highland Mary and her love, which fills\\nmy inmost heart!\\n**She s worthy, Rob.\\nAye, but one more, Davie, I forgot\\nWho?\\nYour love an mine\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the Scottish Muse!\\nShe keeps us poor together!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 203\\n(Gilbert leads his father forward\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Robert\\nturns and greets him.)\\nFather!\\n**Mr. Burns, says Davie, bowing, with his cap\\nin hand.\\n**I thank ye, lads. Wi a my heart, I thank\\nye!\\nFather, sit down, says Robert, as he brings\\na chair.\\n**Aye, Robin, I m sae grateful for this visit to\\nour auld home, an good Kirk Alloway It s a\\nwelcome, an my last My heart turns to it, but\\nit canna keep me naething can keep me wi\\nye!\\nCourage, auld frien says Davie with regret.\\nAll will bo well. Gude-night. A ll see ye\\nsoon again. Robert, come here! (They step\\naside.) **Rob, there s my han an if ye ever\\nneed me, ca\\nDavie, God sain ye! I shall ne er forget.\\n**Care for him, Rob, an take him in! I go\\nto take some lasses hame. We ll pass this way\\nto see ye.\\n**Ye ll find me here. I ll lodge dear father in\\nthe Inn, an go our ways th morrow. Sunday s\\na day for travel, weel as rest. But come ye\\nback.\\n**I will.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "204 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**If I m no here ye ll find me where ye see\\nyon light.\\nAye, I ken the place. A yer frien s are\\nwaitin there to gie ye welcome for lang syne.\\nThere s half the lads an lasses o the town.\\nAh! Dear auld Ayr! Kobert exclaims,\\nAuld Ayr which none surpasses\\nFor honest men and bonnie lasses.\\n*So come ye back when father is asleep, an\\na is weel\u00e2\u0080\u0094 we can t refuse a night o it!\\n(They shake hands and part\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Davie going up\\nthe street\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and Robert to his father. Gilbert\\ngoes into the inn and Tam and others shout in-\\nside. Haley Willie and Katy O Shanter come\\ndown the street in conversation. Robert, while\\nthey talk, gives hay to Meg.)\\nWoman! says Willie, I do ma dooty! 1\\nha brought ye here\u00e2\u0080\u0094 now do the leestenen for\\nyersel\\n**I ken it a says Katy with a glance.\\nThere s Meg tied there a day naething to\\neat, an he s a dreenk inside. Willie, ye re vera\\nmean.\\nI thonk ye! Willie answers with a bow.\\nBut Tam s a worse! says Katy.\\nA-weel, says Willie, I thenk ye ken.\\nBut that young deevil Robin s worse than a", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 205\\n**I mind him there! says Katy, pointing\\nRobin out.\\nWhist! then, says Willie, *I would naeera-\\ntate him. He has a way o keekin wi his\\nfute.\\n(Tam sticks his head out of window, as if for\\nair and cries out:)\\n**Whew! I m glorious! (He sees Katy.)\\nThe wife! Thedeevil!\\n(He disappears and shuts the window with a\\nbang\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Katy cries:)\\n**Ah, Tam! Ohone! The men! The men!\\nThere s no gude in them a thegither. Meg, stay\\nye here A ll come again an bring ye I\\n*An me? says Willie, following.\\nYou? Baah! (Katy goes up the street.)\\nWillie looks after her and says quietly **rm a\\nbaad mon Ah, weel, there s ane conseelation\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\ntwa Tam is waur an Rob s no gude at a\\n(Robert comes forward and confronts him:)\\n**Ah, Willie, if ye re preachin let us hear.\\nDon t waste your sweetness on the Ayr!\\nJokin again! says Willie, **nae wonder\\nye re poor aff Ye d better wark. Yer sweet-\\nness is na wasted on the air on ony ither place\\nI ken.\\nBecause, says Robin, there s na gude\\nplace where ye re acquaint but as for work\u00e2\u0080\u0094 if", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "206 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nye warked as weel for ither s gude as ye strive\\nfor their undoing ye might be something like a\\nman instead of the vile auld deevil that ye are!\\n**0h\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ah! Hoot\u00e2\u0080\u0094 toot! A deevil am I?\\nHeigh?\\n**Yes! Never glower! Has na one ca ad ye\\nby your name before? Then tak it home frae\\nme, an write it down against ye next forget!\\n**0h, ho! I ll na forget! I ll warm ye yet!\\nI ll wark for that!\\n**Work! work! cries Kobert. No no hon-\\nest work for you! If you d do manly work\\ncome out wi men, at mowin reapin in the hot\\nsun or the cold at the plough, or a day on the\\nweary threshing floor Will ye do aught of\\nthis?\\n**Iwull! That s nae\u00e2\u0080\u0094 yeken I cannadoit.\\nAh, no and yet ye re big and tall and strong\\nas ithers are; but ye hae not the spirit nor the\\nheart, an liein wi you, is an easier task!\\n**Dom!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Young man, see here. Ye re needin\\ngude advice!\\n**Well, then, I ll tak it frae a mon who comes\\nby it honestly and one who does not give what\\nhe has never earned, nor preach what he has\\nnever yet performed.\\n**Tak care! I ken your doin s wi each coun-\\ntry lass.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 207\\n**I know, you ve spied and speired and told\\nit all\u00e2\u0080\u0094go on!\\n**Well, then, I can. I hae the proofs. This\\nday I saw ye in the widow s house.\\n**Aye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and in auld Elfie s too\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what then?\\nAh! ye confess! The Lord be praised my\\nconscience is clear. I never wranged a widdy\\nin my life!\\nThe deevil doubt. They would na let ye!\\nLet that go. Well, then, these hands, this day,\\nhave done the widow s work tended her cattle\\ncut wood for her fire warmed her poor home\\nand let the sunshine in her heart!\\nYou? cries Willie, in astonishment.\\nAye an Tarn O Shanter, whom you love\\nto revile, has given her the corn he brought to\\nsell even the fodder for his auld mare, Meg.\\nNow go an lie about this wi th rest.\\nI ll say it ll no be for the widdy s gude.\\nWhat s given by the weecked will no ease her\\nsorrow, but add to her shame!\\nSilence! Not a word! Call Robert Burns\\nthe vilest of the vile, but not a slur upon a\\nScottish woman here be she lass or wife, or\\nwidow or a witch. I ll not stand by and hear\\nit!\\nOh\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ah! Offender and defender! Willie\\nsneers.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "208 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**Be it so! And be I what I may, to this I\\nstand: He who will not defend a worthy woman,\\nis himself unworthy of the name of man!\\n(He passes Willie in great scorn, then turns\\nand threatens him:)\\n**Now go! or there s one thing the wicked\\ngives ye U feel when ye receive.\\nThe keeck! thekeeck! I understand! I ll\\nno stay to receive it. I tak the will for the\\ndeed! It s ma dooty. He hurries down the\\nstreet.\\n(William Burns rises and advancing to Kobert,\\ntakes his hand.)\\nRobert, your hand. If I have ever doubted\\nyou, it was my fault. If I have ever counseled\\nye, it was a father s love.\\nFather! Robert cries, that name com-\\nmands my life!\\nI m sorry that ye lost your temper,\\nRobert.\\nI m glad it s gone\u00e2\u0080\u0094 although I hate to part\\nwith what you gave me, father!\\nRobert, if I have ever given you one uncanny\\ngift\u00e2\u0080\u0094 God knows I could na help it. Tis in\\nnature to be imperfect. Let a your failings\\ncome frae me then, if ye will; but a your gude\\nis Heaven-born, and has upon it, far above your\\nhunable birth, the patent of nobility!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 209\\nFather, the bad that s in me I ll endeavor to\\nsubdue the gude I ll try to honor.\\n**Then leave your loves behind ye and go on\\nyour road of life in peace.\\n**The road of life s a dark uncertain course.\\nWithout the torch of love, we are lost in night\\nan a the way s a-weary Kather a stony road\\no er rugged hills, where wild flowers bloom\\naround ye, than a the clearer and the better\\nways without them\\n(Gilbert comes out of the Inn.)\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2All s ready, father!\\nBoys, gude night. God bless ye!\\n*Good-night\u00e2\u0080\u0094 God bless you, father! both\\nreply.\\n(They lead him to the open door and stand on\\neither side. As the old man is about to go he\\nturns and speaks with great feeling:)\\n**Accept a father s thanks for all your love\\nfor the day and its sights and the night and its\\nrest. It is the last will come to me until I come\\nagain to Alio way I\\n(He turns, and Gilbert leads him in. Robert\\nis lost in thought.)\\n**Alas, that ruin drives its shadows over one\\nsae good. Age has no hope; but youth can\\nwork its way. Toil is the Cotter s curse; but\\nstill a comfort, too, to those who can forget.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "210 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nOh, Mary Campbell, parted from me here, per-\\nhaps forever gone, why do I dream of thee?\\nWhy, in my sleep, hear you repeat that you may\\nne er be mine? Why has another sweet face,\\nlike a shadow, come between? I must not\\nthink of it, nor Jeannie Armour more nor\\nMauchline fair\u00e2\u0080\u0094 nor Mauchline belles! Wel-\\ncome, auld Ayr Welcome auld haunts of happy\\nlove and Bonnie Doon\u00e2\u0080\u0094 oh, take me back again,\\nthat these dear scenes may mind me of the past\\nand keep me faithful to it.\\n(Madge McGowan, worn and weary\u00e2\u0080\u0094 as if\\nfrom a long journey\u00e2\u0080\u0094 appears before the inn\\nand stops seeing Robert, she exclaims:)\\n**Eh!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a mon! stand frae the way I m but a\\ntimid lass and maunna speak to ony mon\u00e2\u0080\u0094 es-\\npecially when in the street\u00e2\u0080\u0094 alone at night!\\nMadge! cries Robert, as he hears the voice.\\n**Eh!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 is it ye? she cries in joy. **My\\nfrien my frien I ve found ye oh, I ve found\\nye! (Shakes his hand in excess of delight.)\\nWhat is the matter? Robert questions her.\\nIs it Mary? Speak!\\n**A message frae her only, Madge replies.\\n*I came first to Lochlie found ye had started\\nhere, an hour ahead, an sae I followed, a the\\nafternoon, the cart tracks in the road, until I\\nfound ye for I could na rest until I d kept my", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 211\\nword-\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and given ye Mary s letter! (She takes\\nit from her breast and gives it to Robert, who\\nopens it with trembling hands and reads:)\\nDear Robert Burns: How little ken we o the\\nsorrows and the chances that may come. I send\\npoor Madge wi this, that she may keep my place\\nat the Castle o Montgomery, fearing I never\\nmay come back. Robin, I know your father s\\nill, but, dearest, my poor brother s like to die.\\nThis, an the cares that come to me, I must\\nstand by, until the day when I can come again\\nif come I ever can. 0, love, my dream is ever in\\nmy mind\u00e2\u0080\u0094 that I shall see you nevermore. Pray\\nthat I may, as I do. Be good to Madge\u00e2\u0080\u0094 she s\\nbeen a frien through all, and now, poor lass, she\\nhas na hame to shelter her. Be patient till I\\ncome, and stay assured I ll be there e er the\\nsummer s over\u00e2\u0080\u0094 or be dead! Dinna forget me!\\nRemember a our parting words. Think of our\\nhappy days by Ayr, and take the kiss I send ye.\\n**Robin, my ain, my only love!\\n**YouR Mary.\\n(Robert kisses the letter and goes and leans\\nupon the window-sill to hide his tears. Madge,\\nseeing his sorrow, rushes to him and kneels and\\ncries:) **0, turn me out i the night for bringin\\nit Kill me if it s brot ye harm.\\nYou know what she has said? asks Robert\\nkindly.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "212 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n*More than she d ever say. I know she d\\ndie for you!\\n**What were her words to you?\\nI canna tell ye all; but this she said: You\\nmust be patient, like to her, and take no care or\\nsorrow till ye meet again?\\nMy ain beloved Mary. Think ye she ll ever\\ncome?\\n**Nae, never doubt. If she s alive\u00e2\u0080\u0094 before\\nthe summer s passed\u00e2\u0080\u0094 she ll come!\\nWell, then, let s look with brightness on the\\nworst\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but I m forgetting you! Are you not\\ntired?\\nIt s naught to me. I was born on the road\\nan care na for Scots miles. I been o er them\\na an ilka day gae jinketin about\u00e2\u0080\u0094 frae Gretna\\nto Groat s house\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Glasco to Aberdeen\u00e2\u0080\u0094 sae the\\nleetle walk frae Greenock here is naething\\nat a\\nPoor lass. Have you had anything to eat?\\nNaething. The haws are na ripe, an my\\nsillers a gane.*\\nTake a o mine. (Robert gives money.)\\nGae in. The best in Ayr is yours.\\n*\u00c2\u00abNay__-I came to tak Mary s place at the\\nCastle o Montgomery. I ll gae there in the\\nmornin an I can wait till then.\\nNot while I ve a farthing or a friend in Ayr.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 213\\nI ll order supper for ye. Sit ye down and rest.\\n(He puts her in seat.)\\n**Nae wonder Mary lo ed ye. I wish I only\\nlo ed ye half as well I\\nI d be proud of it, Eobert says.\\n*Ye would? says Madge, ye re giein me!\\n**Nae, exclaims Kobert; **rd be proud of the\\nlove and respect of every woman in the world.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*Eh me, an I m only ane o them a says\\nbonnie Madge, and then she adds as if the\\nwords came from her heart **But Mary s love\\nhas been more to me than a the lovers that I\\never met!\\n**Good lass! says Robert, touched by her in-\\nnocent words. *ril gie ye a kiss for that!\\nAh says Madge, ye rover, wi yer whilly-\\nwas! Dinna ye come near mer (She runs\\naway.)\\n**What! says Robert playfully **not even a\\nkiss?\\nNae! Nae! (She archly sings:)\\n*Gin a body kiss a body, somebody maun cry I\\nBut, says Robert, ane for Mary, an ye U\\ntake it back to her!\\nAh weel for her sake gie me a hundred\\n(Burns kisses her as they sit on seat.)\\n(Tam puts his head out of window and sings", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "Jil4 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n*To every lass on Ayr or Doon\\nHe ll fill a glass and drink her doun;\\nFor he is courtin a the toun\\nRab Burns, the ploughman O\\n(As Tarn finishes, he snatches Robert s cap\\nfrom his head and takes it inside.)\\n**It s Tarn, Robert explains, and Souter\\nJonny in their spree. Don t mind him.\\n**Eh! Drunken Tam! I mind him weel frae\\nthe last Vesset. He s a bod gillie s, Tam!\\n**Nay, Madge\u00e2\u0080\u0094 nay, Tam s a right. Come\\nin. (He takes her into Inn.)\\n(Willie reappears, watching them as they\\ngo.)\\n**A-ah! There goes the Prodigal Sin\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the\\nyoung deevil. (Looks in door.) **It s wine an\\nwomen noo. He ll shortly want the husks, an\\nwhen it comes to the swine then I ll be there.\\nA-ha! then Willie wilna ge yie een a husk!\\nAha! (He disappears.)\\n(Robert comes out of the Inn, speaking as he\\ncomes.)\\n*I got the supper for the lass; but couldna\\nget my cap again. Tam s o erfull, and Souter\\nJenny s ready to fa under the table. I ha\\nstolen away in time. (Loud yells inside.)\\nBurns turns and meets Davie and ladies at\\nsight of them he exclaims:", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 215\\n**Davie! Bessie! The deil\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an the stranger\\nlass! Your pardon, but I fear you ve found me\\nout I mean you ve found me in. Will ye go in\\nyourselves\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I mean will ye gae hame? Oh,\\nwhat a damnable introduction!\\nThe lasses, Kab, says Davie with a laugh.\\n**Gude e en to both\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I must go. (Burns\\nstarts.)\\nAre ye not acquainted then? asks Davie.\\nMiss Jeannie, by your leave\\nJeannie! Burns exclaims.\\n**Miss Jean Armour! My friend, Kobert\\nBurns! (They bow in recognition, and Davie\\nexclaims:) Why, Eobert, I wonder ye re no\\nwell acquaint.\\nTardon, Robert replies. Many are weel\\nacquaint who never met, Frien Davie. The\\nbelles o Mauchline hae been in my mind, if not\\nin my eye these many days.\\n**Take care then, frien says bonnie Jean,\\n*they dinna creep into your heart.\\n**I fear they d find poor shelter, Burns re-\\nplies.\\nWhy? she asks archly, is the place sae\\nfull?\\n(Tam opens the window shows his head and\\nshouts\\n**iiab, come m! She s waitin for ye!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "216 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**You see, says ^Burns, it s full! (All\\nlaugh.)\\nBut, says Davie, **ye forget the saw:\\nThere s always room for ane more.\\nFor ane, says Bessie. **Nay, for a hun-\\ndred, by his looks!\\n*An thousands, by his verses, Davie says.\\nKeep it a secret then in auld Mauchline,*\\nsays bonnie Jean, or Mossgiel farmhouse,\\nwhich he s soon to take, will never hold his\\nfemale friends and callers.\\nWell, says Robert gallantly, those who pull\\nthe sneck, when it is ours, shall aye be welcome\\nto its humble fare; but Mossgiel s a too cold to\\nshelter Mauchline s fairer flowers. Naething\\nbut haws and gowans thrive there.\\nTake care, says Jean. The man who\\nmourns the daisy s ^fate will one day tend the\\nrose within his sunny window.\\nHeaven grant I may! Your hands, says\\nRobert as he bows.\\nGude night.\\nGude night! Gude night! say all, and\\nRobert answers\\nGude night Davie, come back. Bonnie\\nlasses, both gude night. I m sorry I detained\\nye on the street; but for my peace o mind I m\\nglad it s dark!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 217\\nAye! Jean replies prophetically\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ^w^\\ntherein come the day when we II see more o ye.\\nPerhaps, is Kobert s answer.\\nFor tho in Ayr we say good e en\\nWe ll say good day in auld Mauchline!\\n^o aurevoir, (Davie goes with the ladies\\nand Burns retires.)\\n(Katy returns and stands looking at Meg.)\\n**Now, Meg, an ye re there yet. Poor beast,\\nye re better than the beast inside. Ye stand,\\nan he can t. Well, Meg, an ye stay there half\\nthe night, I ll nae ride ye hame this time. The\\nlast time I did he was free for a gude time.\\nNow he maan look after ye, an weel I ken,\\nMeg, ye re the only ane can bring him hame!\\n(Kobert, seeing her trouble, comes forward\\nand speaks.)\\n**Good e en, frien In trouble yet? I ll do\\nmy best for ye and Tam.\\n*Eh, Rab, is t ye? Ye have. He d be a bet-\\nter mon if he didna keep company wi the likes\\nof ye!\\nThanks, Katy.*\\nYe re welcome. He s fou o yer sangs;\\nhe s fou o yer saws. He s fou o yer canty\\ncompany; he s fou o barleycorn.\\nWell, then, good Katy, will ye listen why?", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "218 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nBe plain as 1 hae been wi ye.\\nBecause his house is empty\u00e2\u0080\u0094 do ye ken?\\nThe ingle s out within the heart that loves him,\\nand care s his only welcome by your chimla\\nlug. Gae hame, gude wife, an put your ain\\nheart right. One smile is better than a hun-\\ndred frowns. Relight your love. Do this for\\nTam s sake an yer ain, and a the inns in Scot-\\nland canna draw him from your side.\\nThanks, Rab, says Katy in a feeling tone.\\nI thenk ye are my gude frien after a Forgive\\nwhat I ha said an I ll tak yer advice.\\nAnd I, says Rab\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I ll help ye follow it.\\nI thank ye, Rab, but let me gie him ane gude\\nbeatin first\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ane lesson that ll settle him and\\ndown John Barleycorn as well!\\nNae nae, says Rab. Begin nae gude\\nwork wi a wrong.\\nWell, then, says Katy, the very deil must\\nfollow him to scare it out!\\nHe shalir says Rob.\\nThe deil?\\nThe deil himself, of whom alone poor Tam s\\nafraid. Whist! Katy, come here. As Tam\\nrides hame to-night, the deil take me if auld\\nNick does not frighten a the barleycorn f rae out\\nhis thoughts forever!\\nGude! Gude! But how? I ken there s", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 219\\ncarles and bogles on the road. Some say auld\\nClautie has been seen, an some ha heerd the\\nscreechin by the dead man s well an where\\nthe murdered bairn was found and ghaists\\nabout the graves o Alloway!\\n**We ve been there half the day, says\\nRobert, and in the bury in ground whose walls\\nwe helped to build. I ha the Kirk key now.\\n(Shows it.) Tis an uncanny spot when a is\\nsilent after dark only the haunt for owls that\\nhoot, an goblins who at midnight jow the bell!\\nEh\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a-a-h! says Katy, shuddering. **I\\nwonder Tarn can ride it by\\nHe ll stop to-night! says Robert.\\nWhat do ye mean? asks Katy in a whisper.\\nWhist! Katy, in these sorry hard worked\\ntimes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 it is na often I can come to Ayr. Now\\nI m here, it s for a day and night. (Takes her\\naside mysteriously. **Hush When father an\\nthe auld folks gae to bed, twenty young deevils\\nlike myself, will loose themselves on Ayr\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and,\\nas for Tam we ll send him hame a sober man\\nWeel, then the deil will work a miracle!\\n**He will. Down yonder where ye see the\\nlight s the room we meet in. There we ve auld\\nclothes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 guisards we ve used for singin round\\non holidays gipsies an hags; carlines an\\ncarles; war-locks an withches\u00e2\u0080\u0094 which we ll a", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "220 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nput on\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an faith, to make us deils we ll need\\nbut sma disguise-\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and so, stealin down to Allo-\\nway, we ll give frien Tam a rouser!\\n**Yer hand! cries Katy. **A ll gang wi ye!\\nAye an a the market lasses not gane hame!\\n**Aye, says Robert with delight. **Auld\\nElfie s there almost a witch herself\u00e2\u0080\u0094 who, in\\nthe days lang syne~has filled me full o goblin\\nstories.\\n*Gude! says Katy; **an the bonnie lassie\\ncome to ye frae Greenock.\\nAye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 aye! says Rob, **she s fou o fun.\\nShe ll dance in clothes or out a cutty-sark o\\na work.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*Aye, says Katy. But for auld Nick?\\nWe ha him, Robin cries. Haley Willie!\\nHe ll no need disguisin he s auld Nick\\nhimself.\\nThe vera mon! says Katy. Talk o the\\ndeil\u00e2\u0080\u0094 he comes\\nWhist! whist! No word, says Robin.\\nGet your frien s; meet us by yonder light!\\nWhist!\\n(Katy goes up the street\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Robin looks after\\nher.)\\nAh, gentle dames, it gars me greet\\nTo think how many counsels sweet\\nHow many lengthened sage advices\\nThe husband frae the wife despises.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 221\\nNow ril send Davie and Gilbert after Willie,\\nwhile I go find the rest. Poor Tarn You ll get\\na surprise to-night, to wind up a your joy.\\n**But pleasures are like poppies spread\\nYou grasp the flower its bloom is shed\\nOr like the snowfall in the river\\nA moment white then melts forever!\\n(Kobertgoes down the street. Willie returns\\nand walks about.)\\n**ril do my duty to mysel this time. This\\nis my market night, too, an ma mutton s inside\\nwaitin to be sold. Bauld Tam O Shanter don t\\ngae hame this night wi out his fairin (Fiddle\\nheard). **He plays his feedle. Let him play.\\nHe ll be the ane to dance himself.\\n(Davie and Gilbert come up, and accost\\nWillie.)\\nHey, Willie, mon. Frien Willie.\\n**Gang yer waus\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I ve beezeness.\\n**And sae ha we. Revenge.\\nAye, double dommed says Willie.\\n**0n whom? they ask.\\n**Onhim! (Pointingin.) *That*bletherin\\nblusterin drunken blellum\\n**Gude! Tam! We re for the same.\\n**Aye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an for Rab, says Willie.\\n**The same For Rab they both exclaim.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "22 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**They need a lesson and we ll give them\\none.\\n**A hoondred. How? asks Willie.\\nWe ll scare the deil out o Tam and duck\\nRab in the river.\\n**Gude! Gude! cries Willie with delight.\\nA m wi ye.\\n**Come then with us to Alloway\u00e2\u0080\u0094 -we ll tell ye\\nas we go along.\\n**We ll be disguised, says Davie. **Willie,\\nye ll be the deevil.\\n**1? says Willie. *Mon, I ve no disguise.\\n**Ye llnoneedit, Gilbert answers. **Come!\\n**A ll be auld Nick, cries Willie as he rubs\\nhis hands. **Gude! Gude! For naething else\\nwill do for Tam O Shanter. (They disappear.\\nRobert returns, with cloaks on arm.)\\nAll s ready for the carts, he says. Willie s\\ncaught, now then for Madge. Nae time to lose.\\nIt s almost closing hour an Tam maun go.\\n(He calls at door.) Madge! Madge! come\\nhere. (Beckons.) **Quick, come wi me\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nwe re goin home!\\n(Madge appears at the Inn door.)\\n**A right. A m glad to gae. This is no\\nplace for ony lass not even ane frae Greenock.\\nMy cockernony s a touzled.\\ni^Burns looks in door and laughs.)", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 223\\n**Tam s kissing the landlady. Oh, only wait.\\nCome out.\\n(All the maskers appear on side of street.)\\nHush! says Robert\u00e2\u0080\u0094 are ye a right?\\nBack up the carts.\\nThere ll be a storm! says Elfie.\\nNaething, says Robert, to what we re\\nbrewing for Tam.\\nThunder and lightning! exclaims Gilbert.\\nThe deil s in the elements, says Davie,\\nas well as wi us.\\nEh, says Willie, ye re siccan a bad lot,\\nye maun ha a speechal deil o yer ane.\\nAye\u00e2\u0080\u0094an he s here, Robin says. We re\\nglad ye re wi us, Willie.\\nAye, says Willie an yer a at hame in\\n^ma company,\\nWow! there s rain! cries Elfie.\\nWater won t hurt ye, Willie, Robin\\nsays.\\nNae, says Elfie. Auld Nick s always out\\nin the rain.\\nRain! cries Robin, never fear it. If Tam\\nescapes us it will only be a Scotch mist!\\n(They all huddle in the carts, and drive oflP\\nlaughing down the street. When all are gone,\\nnoise of laughing and singing is repeated inside.\\nTam and Souter Jonny appear at door of Inn,", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "224 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nsteadying each other, and followed by Jon and\\nJoey Anderson, with a light\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Tarn sings:)\\nTo every lass on Ayr or Doon\\nWe ll fill a glass an then fa doun.\\nFor, Soiiter Jonnj^ ye re a loun,\\nAn sae is Tarn O Shanter, O!\\n(The landlord unties Meg, and brings her to\\nfront of Inn, her head facing down the street.\\nJoey shuts the window. Tarn tries to mount,\\nin every way, but fails. Jonny helps, and finally\\ngets on his hands and knees. Tarn then steps\\non him\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and, assisted by the landlord and land-\\nlady, mounts. Jonny falls flat. Tam starts off.\\nCalls: **Stirrup cup, gets it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 starts again.\\nCalls: Good-night kiss, gets it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and ridf^s off\\non Meg, very drunk, and singing, down the\\nstreet. Souter Jonny is laid out on bench for\\nthe night. Landlord closes the house, as land-\\nlady holds the light. Both retire and close the\\ndoor. Meg s departing steps are heard and\\nfaint voices singing in the distance.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 226\\nSCENE II.\\nTHE ROAD TO ALLOW AY.\\n(Low thunder rolls\u00e2\u0080\u0094 distant lightning, which\\nbecomes more vivid during the scene. Bagpipes\\nsound in the distance, and die out. It is very\\ndark. Noise of wind. Tam O Shanter is heard\\nsinging and presently appears, riding Meg; but\\nfacing the wrong way, and holding on to saddle\\ntree.)\\nHo\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ho! I m goin h-o-ome! H-o-m-e!\\nWhadesay? (Meg stops.) **Are we there, or\\nare we past it? Nay Katy ll let me know\\nvvhen we get there. Hiep! Hie! Was matter\\nwizz mare? She s lost her head! I ve often\\nlost mine. Her turn now. Hie! Turn round,\\nye auld beast whoa, who-ho-ah. (Sings:)\\n*We are na fou we re na that fou\\nBut wee bet drappee in our e e\\nThe cock may craw, the day may daw,\\nBut ah, we ll dreenk our barlee bree.\\n**Wh-where s that rooster? Why don t he\\ncraw? (Crows.) **Ook-o-ook-o-ou!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "^26 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n(An owl hoots and wild laughter answers.)\\nWow Dom but there s something the mat-\\nter wi his craw. (Shuddering.) **Gae on,\\nMeg, before the deevil gets us. An ye nae gae,\\nA ll be hame before ye. Aha! We re gaein\\nnoo. Look how the trees fly by. Hey\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but\\nwe re flyin juist. I ll baud her in. Where\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nwhere deil are th reins? She s got the bit i her\\nmouth. Wha s that? Why, that s her tail!\\n(Laughs.) **Ha! ha! ha! ha! hand me, or I ll\\ndrap. When I fell off I was so drunk an it was\\nsae dark, I got on wrong way. Why\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what the\\ndeil! She s standin still. Hand on, Meg,\\nlonger I ride this way, farther I am frae hame!\\nWhoa, turn ye round!\\n(Meg turns round\u00e2\u0080\u0094 facing the other way).\\n**Nay, it s a th same. What withershins is\\nthis? How ll I ever tell which way tae gae.\\nIt s sae dark I canna tell which is Meg an\\nwhich is mysel ane o us is wrang way\u00e2\u0080\u0094 dang!\\nI ll turn my sel (Turns.) **Nuw, hang ye\\ngang yer gates. Gee whoa, turn round.\\n(She turns and stops.) What ails ye noo?\\nWhat s that ahead? A glow-worm or a bleeze?\\n(Bagpipes are heard again.)\\n**Ah! noise o pipes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an auld Nick tunes.\\nGae by em, Meg. It s auld kirk Alloway,\\nwhere deils an witches often meet at night", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 227\\na-ah, Meg, ye weeked deevil, ye. The Laird\\npreserve yer soul! Gee-up-there geeV\\n(Thunder and lightning.)\\n**Wow! what a night! (Yells are heard!)\\n**Wow! ow! Gae-lang! The deil is in it noo!\\n0-oh!\\n(Meg is urged forward, amid thunder and\\nsharp flashes of lightning\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Tam crouching on\\nher back.)\\nSCENE III.\\nKIRK ALLOWAY BY NIGHT.\\n(Lights shine through Gothic windows and\\nthrough half-opened door on graveyard with-\\nout. Wild laughter. All the characters as\\ndevils, ghosts, carles, and carlines discovered\\nin a dance. Burns and Madge are partners in\\nfront. Willie, as auld Nick, raised on table,\\nplays the pipes. Ghosts, right and left, hold\\nlighted torches. Tam rides up to opening, and\\nsits on Meg, looking in with wonder and de-\\nlight. As the dance grows wilder he becomes\\nexcited and joins in the music with his fiddle,\\nwhich he plays in animated drunken manner.\\nThe characters scream with delight in the ex-\\nhilaration of the scene. They play and swing\\nand circle around, leaving Madge in the centre.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "228 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nShe dances wildly, throwing off her gown and\\nouter clothes. As she kicks, all yell and Tarn\\nshouts loudly\\nWeeldone, Cutty Sark!\\n(At sound of Tarn s voice all the demons\\ngroan:)\\n*W-o-o-o-oh!\\n(The lights go out, the music stops. The\\nwarlocks rush for Tarn at the centre opening.\\nHe escapes on Meg, and a yell of execration is\\nheard, with low thunder and lightning as the\\nscene closes in.)\\nSCENE IV.\\nTHE HALF-MILE TO THE BRIG NIGHT.\\n(Loud thunder\u00e2\u0080\u0094 lightning wailing of wind\\nand screams! Tarn s voice is heard in great\\nfear:)\\n**Wheugh! Rin, Meg! Rin!\\n(Meg bears him on then stops as if blinded\\nby a flash\u00e2\u0080\u0094 loud thunder.)\\nWow! Auld Nick is after me! Before\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nbehind! Where will I go? (Loud yells.)\\n**Ough! The deevils arecomin Meg. Get me\\nhame!\\n(Loud groans are heard, and Tarn exclaims:)\\n**Ow-o-o-o-w-ow! Hand! I swear! And", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 229\\nhe does so in a marked, impressive voice, which\\ntrembles in his fear.\\n1 promise no, 1 swear Fll no go out an\\ndrink again! Dommed if I doT (This is an-\\nswered by demoniac laughter, yells, and peals\\nof thunder.)\\nA-a-gh! Rin, Meg! Rin! The brig! The\\nbrig- They dare na cross the centre o the\\nstream!\\n(Meg bears him oflP\u00e2\u0080\u0094 followed by the carles,\\ncarlines and devils. As they brandish their\\ntorches and give a series of unearthly yells,\\nBurns, as a warlock, in their midst, stands\\nlaughing in the road, and cries:)\\n**Good! Once again!\\n(And all exclaim:)\\nHeigh! There they go\\n**His soul is out of his body skirl! cries\\nBurns.\\n**Skirl, like the deevil! Follow me! cries\\nWillie.\\n(The witches and the dancers shout:)\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*Hi! hi! We re after ye! Quick to the\\nbrig!\\n**Some on the road and some below!\\n**Look out for Willie when he falls! says\\nRobert.\\nAnd Willie\u00e2\u0080\u0094 all excitement now\u00e2\u0080\u0094 looks like", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "230 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nauld Nick, and waves his torch and wildly\\nshouts:\\nSkirl, like auld Cloutie, skirl! Yese get yer\\nfarin% Tarn O Shanter, noo!\\n*Aye! Aye! and you, too! Robert calls.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*OntotheBrigo Doon!\\n(And amid the thunder, lightning and wild\\ncries they all rush down the road.)\\nSCENE V.\\nTHE BKIG O DOON AND RUNNING RIVER NIGHT.\\n(Thunder and lightning continue blended\\nwith demoniac yells and the clattering gallop\\nof Meg. Witches cries and loud singing heard.)\\nAir McGregor s Gathering.\\nTenors\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Follow! follow! follow! follow on!\\nBasses\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Halloo! halloo! hallo-oo-ooh\\nChorus.\\nTho he hie for his hame or he hide in the night,\\nLike an uncanny spirit he s taken his flight;\\nBut the warlocks and witches shall follow him on.\\nSinging Dool for his soul when his spirit is gone!\\n(Witches, in minor key:)\\nFor the hameless!\\nShameless\u00e2\u0080\u0094 drunken one!\\nAll\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Then follow! follow! follow! follow on!\\nBass\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Halloo halloo! halloo-o-o-o-ou!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 231\\n(Then a high screaming note above the rest:)\\nHe ll no cross the Brig, for the Demon of Evil\\nGives his breath to the winds and his flesh to thedeevil.\\nAnd this night from his breast must barleycorn sever\\nOr O Shanter in spirit shall wander forever!\\n(As this prophetic warning cry rings through\\nthe night, Meg s gallop is heard faster and\\nfaster approaching the brig.)\\n(Tarn s voice in alarm, urging her on):\\nHeigh! come, ye deevils! Gae it, Meg!\\nHa! ha! Gee lang! The brig! The brig!\\n(Unearthly screams and terrific thunder sud-\\ndenly break forth, and, amid blinding flashes,\\nMeg bearing the defiant but awestruck Tam\\ndashes on the bridge followed by the devils\\nhalf surrounding her.)\\nGrab her tail! shouts Willie.\\nGo find your own! the demons cry, as they\\nthrow him over into the river.\\n(Madge seizes Meg by the tail. It comes oflF\\nin her hands. Fearful yells. Tam laughs and\\nescapes, amid the cries of the devils below and\\nthe warlocks in pursuit. Witches and spirits\\nare seen flying through the air, as the lightning\\nilluminates the scene, and shows Burns stand-\\ning in picture in the centre of the brig.)\\n^i: :j: :jJ\\nDonald paused\u00e2\u0080\u0094 his second task was done.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "232 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nHis friends within the house took up the sym-\\npathetic voice without and thundered their ap-\\nplause. The Pilgrim s story did not seem ro-\\nmance, but all the characters and incidents\\nwere real. The cause, the manner and the\\ntreatment of the theme were so entirely new\\nthat they forgave all other things and hailed\\nwith true delight this realistic version of the\\nride.\\nHurrah for Tam! they cried, and Robert\\nBurns! and his good friend and ours!\\nThe minister returned the Pilgrim s thanks;\\nand then Good-night! Good-night! and shak-\\ning hands\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and wraps against the rain, and\\nparting for their homes.\\nOutside, the elements accorded with the\\nstormy scenes along the road to Doon a dupli-\\ncation of the thunder and the lightning s flash\\nand, suddenly a resounding oath far worse\\nthan Tam O Shanter swore\u00e2\u0080\u0094 when Drawback\\nfound his mules were stalled and his old wagon\\nanchored to a tree.\\nThat s Sandy Ramsey s work, he said\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094then, as the thunder rolled, he uttered a de-\\nnouncing d which, as it echoed back from\\nIndian Hill, reverberated an unending string of\\nd s of every sound and style.\\nFrom up the road a laugh came answering", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 233\\nhim a sort of smile for smile which, as the\\npeople recognized it Sandy s voice, they all\\ntook up, until the Drawback oaths were drowned\\nand all the ghostly visitants of Alloway seemed\\nstill on Tam O Shanter s track.\\nEND PART SECOND.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "234 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nPART THIRD.\\nNovember s night. The earth seems still.\\nThe moon looks cold. Who heeds? Blow\\nwinds without, and whispers of approaching\\nwinter come!\\nInside the house the cheery fire. Out in the\\nbarn all living things are sheltered from the\\ncold, and in the schoolhouse once again old\\nfriends have met, and honest **neighbors neigh-\\nbors greet. The shutters closed\u00e2\u0080\u0094the lights\\nturned up\u00e2\u0080\u0094 schoolmaster, minister, and all the\\ngoodly company warm outstretched hands at\\nopen grate; but hearts within need only the re-\\nvivifying fire which friendly greetings help\\nto keep alive.\\nDrawback has walked this time. The mules\\nrequire a rest and so does he, and Sandy Ram-\\nsey knows the reason why. Lindsay too, might\\ntell a tale; but he says more with quiet looks\\nthan most men speak.\\nHow pretty the young girls look in their new\\nhoods, and Tam O Shanter caps and shepherd\\nplaids, while Mrs. Stuart s iron-gray hair is\\nsmoothed beneath a modest bonnet trimmed", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 235\\nwith jet, and her bent body s wrapped in a good\\nPaisley shawl.\\nUpon the walls the decorations now are tinted\\nautumn leaves, with branches of red-beaded\\nalders showing bright between; and, under-\\nneath Burns s picture, knots of faded flowers\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nthe last remembrance of the dying year.\\nAfter opening music, the schoolmaster leads\\noff with more of his peculiar poetry for such\\nhis quaintly worded rhymes might well be\\ncalled\u00e2\u0080\u0094 with all their grotesque thoughts and\\njingling points, alliterations and the like, all\\nnatural to the man, and all delivered with the\\npurpose that his scholars might dissect the\\nmeaning and decipher the intent.\\nThe ladies followed\u00e2\u0080\u0094 then mixed voices in a\\nmadrigal, without accompaniment, but with a\\nfine effect, and then *The Great Dissolving\\nViews! Something entirely new pamted by\\nthe oldest masters in the West and now pre-\\nsented, for the first time, before the ignorant\\npeople of the East. Professor Kamsey lecturer\\nand discoverer; assisted by the celebrated\\nFather Lindsay, the manipulator of the slides!\\nAt this announcement, professor and assist-\\nant stepped jauntily upon the platform, and\\nwent behind a large white sheet which had been\\nstretched across the room behind the speaker s", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "236 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nchair. There was a pause, during which some-\\nthing was heard to move\u00e2\u0080\u0094 then Sandy reap-\\npeared, holding in his hand a billiard cue, and\\nlooking so awkward and so angular it was im-\\npossible to say which was the stick. But he\\nwas the professor now, and acted, in his way,\\nwhat he professed to be.\\n**Put out the lights! he said, **an let in all\\nthe darkness that ye can. That s right, he\\nsaid, when all things visible had vanished.\\n**Now, ye see, I have here a white sheet, but\\njest ye wait an ye ll see more. A light, ye see\\nnow jest ye look!\\nAt this a big round moon of light was pro-\\njected from the lamp behind.\\nHa! ha! said the professor, **what ye see\\nis nothing yet but when ye hear what s comin\\nyer eyes will stick out as big an round as what\\nye see here now. These are the great Areege-\\nnal Dissolvin Views! I got em in a trade\\nwhen travelin with McShaw. I got away an\\nbrought the pecters wi me. This is the way o\\nthat. Ye see it is a big lantern an a lot o\\nslides, an workin it, we used to slide in an\\nout o towns. One time we both got stuck an\\nfound ourselves an all these priceless pecters\\nin a little upstair room, an a leery landlord\\nwatchin us below. We owed him eight days", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 237\\nboard. Well, one would watch while th other\\nhunted up a friend, or countryman to help us\\nout. One night I had an angel all secured\\na canny Scot who d heeredo th McShaw s, an\\nwho said Yes, he d help us, an he did! I\\nbrought him to McShaw, an we three had a\\ntalk. *Yes, yes, he said, *ril fix ye up, or\\nguarantee to help ye down. I blessed him, an\\nMcShaw fell upon his knees (the only time\\nhe ever did in all his life) an fairly wept for\\njoy.\\n*Yes, yes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 depend on me, the angel said,\\n*for I ve been there mesel an I ll jest tell ye\\nwhat ye ll do.\\n*Yes, yes, I said, *yes, yes; and Brither,\\nye re jest a blessin said McShaw.\\nWeel\u00e2\u0080\u0094 weel.\\n*Weel, then, the brither said, *now I ll jest\\ntell ye what ye ll do.\\n*Yes yes what? what? we begged, as we\\nboth wrung his hands, an heart, an leestened\\nfor the jinglin siller he had brought.\\nWell\u00e2\u0080\u0094 well!\\n*Weel, then, he said, as slowly an as\\nquietly as a thenkin judge, *ye have some\\ngude things in the trunk?\\n*Paintin s an pecters, we both said, *worth\\nthousands ef we only had em out, an when the", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "288 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nsax teen dollars are paid\u00c2\u00bb we ll give a show an\\npay ye back again.\\nEh\u00e2\u0080\u0094 that s a right, he said, now I ll jest\\ntell ye what ye ll do\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ye ll go down quietly an\\nbuy a piece o streeng; an then ye ll come back\\nhere; an then ye ll take the streeng an tie it\\nto the handle o your trunk; an then ye ll take\\nit ower to the windy there an then ye ll raise it\\nup\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an let the trunk oot by the streeng an*\\nthen McShaw an I exchanged a glance\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an\\nhe was nearly faintin on the floor\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but I bore\\nup as I were overjoyed. *Yes, hush! I said,\\ndon t make a noise! Hush! an I went down\\nan asked the landlord for a rope. What for?\\nsays he. To let something out o the windy,\\nsays I, jest eenocent. *0h! ah! says he, jest\\neenocent himself; don t scratch the painu oflP\\nand don t make a noise. Then I went back an\\nraised the windy, an we took that piece o\\nstreeng an tied one end o it to the bed, an\\nt other we tied round the angel s waist and let\\nhim slide. He yelled out Stop! but that was\\nbeezness which the landlord tended to, for he\\nnabbed him, an held him fast, so he couldn t\\nget away, while I got oflP with the trunk and\\nwent on further West. McShaw is oot there\\nyet!\\nThe first pecter is Nebucoodnazar eatin", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 239\\ngrass! I think that s what McShaw is doin\\nat the present time. Observe he s on his hands\\nan knees sbowin how true it is to nateer for\\nthat s the vera pasheeshen McShaw had the\\nnight he thought the canny Scot would pay the\\neight days board!\\n*Next is Daniel slay in the lions wi one o\\nthe jaw-bones o Deacon Drawback s mules. I\\ndon t swear to that; but Drawback, deacon as\\nhe is, will swear to ony thing!\\nHere is the head o Herod ridin on a charger\\nno, that s Goliar slayin David wi a small gin-\\nsling! That fellow Lindsay s mexen up the\\nslides. Thes is the\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what is thes? the and\\nnow the views began to be obscure. A serious\\npicture would appear, but no sooner was the\\nprofessor in the midst of his intelligent descrip-\\ntion than it changed to the grotesque. Clowns\\nheads appeared on Shakspeare s shoulders, and\\nPunch bobbed up and winked his eye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 or put\\nbis thumb up to his nose\u00e2\u0080\u0094 then, as the people\\nlaughed, the learned professor grew enraged,\\nand finally cried, *Hold on! and rushed in-\\nside; and then there w^as a scuffling noise and\\nsomething was upset! Then cries of Help!\\nand *Fire! for now there was no lack of light\\nthe sheet was all ablaze, and as it burned\\naway, Sandy and Lindsay were discovered on", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "240 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nthe floor among the slides, with Sandy s auburn\\nwhiskers, like his eyes, all fire Luckily Draw-\\nback seized the water-pail and soused the two\\nprofessors who, when the lights turned up\\nagain, emerged two soaking wrecks, and, like\\nthe vanished pecters, they too, were dissolved!\\nAs Sandy dripped and dried out by the fire,\\nhe yelled at Drawback: **Look ye here! Next\\ntime ye put oot fire in winter time, ye ll warm\\nyour water first r^\\nThese follies set aside when order was re-\\nstored Donald Stuart rose, continuing his\\nstory, in which the interest was intense the\\nmoment he began.\\nBONNIE BOON.\\nPart Third.\\nTime: Autumn, Hallowe en.\\nWhen ripened fields and azure skies\\nCalled forth the reaper s rustling noise,\\nI saw thee leave their evening joys\\nAnd lonel}^ stalk\\nTo vent thy bosom s swelling rise\\nIn pensive walk!\\nSCENE I.\\nTHE BAEN AT MOSSGIEL.\\n(The interior threshing floor of a Scotch barn.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0266.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 241\\nHay and rye on bays and mows. Flooring of\\nrye down. Large cocks of straw and hay at\\nback. Large doors of barn, which, when\\nopened show gloomy landscape and ricks and\\nstacks of grain and hay also sheep lying in\\nshelter near doors. Gilbert and Hughoc are\\nseen threshing. Hughoc whistling A Highland\\nLad, to which tune they keep time with their\\nflails. After going over the floor once, they stop\\nto turn the straw, and Gilbert speaks:)\\n**It s nearly dark and we are not yet done.\\nWe ve got to hurry now. (They resume their\\nwork). **Rob will be late. But hark! I hear\\nthe horses coming home. (Noise of approach-\\ning team is heard.)\\n**He is here. Hughoc, run and help him with\\nthe plough. (Hughoc puts down straw and goes\\nto door. Gilbert places sheaf at back and goes\\nto Hughoc, helping him to open the great doors\\nof the barn. As they swing back, Robert ap-\\npears in realistic picture.)\\nBurns at the Plough,*\\n**Is a weel, Rab? Gilbert asks.\\nAye, Robert answers. **But Fll plough na\\nmair the frost is in the ground for winter now.\\nAh, but it s been a tiresome day!\\n(Hughoc takes the horses off. Robert comes\\ninto the barn. He hangs up his coat and cap\u00e2\u0080\u0094", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0267.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "^4^ ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\ntakes flail from hook and goes to threshing.\\nGilbert tries to stop him.)\\n*Nay, brother, Gilbert says.\\n**Nae, replies Robert, **ril help ye oot!\\n(As Hughoc whistles **Comin thro the Rye,\\nthey keep time with the strokes of the flails\\ngoing over the flooring rapidly and ending with\\na bang Robert hangs up the flails.)\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*Thank Heaven! says Gilbert, *it s over.\\nAre ye a-weary, Gilbert? Robert asks.\\n**rm tired to death; but we hae gotten a th\\nrye.\\n**Aye, Robert answers, **a that the rattans\\nha left m the straw.\\n(He shakes some rips and binds sheaves as he\\ntalks. Gilbert helps and answers him\\nTis very poor; but the work is a the same.\\nIt s hardly worth our trouble. There, Rab, sit\\nnow and rest\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I ll flnish it.\\n(They bind and move the loose straw.)\\n**Ah! Robert sighs, **I never feel it. Dinna\\nmind me, brither, my thoughts are far away,\\nand I must work to still the feelings of my\\nheart.\\nRobert, ye ll no complain, but weel I know\\nyour life is wasted here.\\nNay\u00e2\u0080\u0094 nay\u00e2\u0080\u0094 tis naething. I maun do my\\npart.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0268.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 243\\n**Aye, as ye always have more than all, and\\nmore than ever now since father died and left\\nhis sorrows wi us.\\nA-weel it does seem hard. Goodby to\\ndear old father. He may sleep in Alloway\\nKirkyard, in sight of our old home. The dead\\nalone return where they belong, while we, un-\\nhappily, live on, to move from place to place,\\nseeking good fortune which we never find.\\nTis strange, Robert. From the trials in the\\nauld house where ye were born near Ayr, we\\nfound worse in Mount Oliphant. Worse still in\\nLochlea where our father died and here, in\\nMossgiel, where the sun ne er seems to shine,\\nmisfortune, like a storm, is gathering all around\\nus. Tis well we have you with us.\\n**Nay, I think I am your fate! No place do I\\nset foot, but weeds spring up and clouds shut\\nout each ray of hope.\\n**Brither, dinna say it! There s not a one o\\nus but knows your worth. Mother and sister\\nshelter in your loving heart. You re never any-\\nthing, dear Rob, but just our strong right arm\\nand faithful friend.\\n**Bat what good can I do? The more we\\nwork the poorer still we get. I d better go.\\nNo, Robert, no.\\nMaybe I d earn a little somewhere else and", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0269.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "244 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nsend it back to you. There d be one less to\\nfeed when I am gone, and maybe times will\\nbrighten, or the coming spring be better than\\nthe last.\\nKobert, we d have no heart if you should\\nleave us on seven poor pounds a year you ve\\nlived on eighteen pence a week you ve not\\ncomplained, but worked a thro long weary\\ndays on oaten meal alone. Kobin, we ve shared\\nthe worst togither all these years we ll share\\nit still.\\nBrither, you will not understand. It is not\\ngood or evil that may come to me I fear. It is\\nnot that for if it were I d never go away; but\\ntis the thought of others takes me.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*0f Jeannie?\\n**Aye loving, trusting Jean Armour. Since\\nMary went away or since she s dead for she\\nhas not come back to me Jeannie has come,\\ndespite ourselves, a solace in my heart. You\\nknow the rest. How we have loved\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what she\\nhas been to me. To save her and to save my-\\nself, there s nothing but to go away!\\n**Stay and marry her.\\nI ve offered it. Done all an honest man\\ncould do. Her father has denied me. We are\\ndisgraced togither!\\n**I can nae more advise ye, Rab, I know", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0270.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 245\\nyou ve done a* that ye could\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a for the best.\\n**An that has brought us ill. Gilbert, I sor-\\nrow at the thought o parting. I ll never find a\\nhame or friends so gude. I love them love ye\\nall an dear auld Ayrshire too!\\nAn we love ye the same.\\n**I feel it in my heart. There is a bond be-\\ntween us never can be broken. I love my coun-\\ntry. It is her poverty that makes her great\\nour sufferings that make us strong. Scot-\\nland Not a peasant on thy hills, who works\\nin humbleness for daily bread, but is a king to\\nthee!\\nRobert, ye know what father said: *God\\ncrowns his head with blessings who works out\\nhis destiny with patient heart and willing\\n-hands!\\nAnd his fate was to die in misery and loant.\\nNo more I go.\\n**Well, Robert, I would help ye if I could\\nGod knows it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 so do what ye will.\\nAnd what I must, but I ll no go till all the\\nwork is done. I ll stay and help ye through a\\nthat, and then, auld home an all ye hold that s\\ndear to me farewell!\\nAnd your share of the farm?\\nShall all be yours. I have no right to any-\\nthing.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0271.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "246 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**And your book the first edition of your\\nverses, Eobert?\\nThe first and last. The little I ve received\\nwill pay some things we owe, and if what s left\\ndon t pay me out, from Greenock to Jamaica,\\nI ll work my way. One song will haunt me as I\\ngo one face one heart forever lost my\\nHighland Mary!\\n**And Jean? In other scenes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 under that\\nburning sun\u00e2\u0080\u0094 you may forget her/\\nForget her! And if I could forget the one\\nwho d loved and trusted me, I d be by Heaven\\nforgotten!\\n(During this Jean enters and stands listening.)\\n*Forget! There s not a slave that toils in\\nburning fields, but looks towards wife and home\\nwith love! If I could e er forget, I d be a\\ncoward among men more lowly than a slave!\\n(Jean advances and speaks his name.)\\nRobert!\\n**Jean! My loved and trusting Jean!\\n(Gilbert bows and goes leaving them\\nalone.)\\nForgive me, Robert, that I overheard. I\\nlove you all the better\u00e2\u0080\u0094 if that s possible\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ah,\\nbut the parting that I cannot bear!\\nMy bonnie lass, don t speak of it.\\nI will not if you wish it. I will na speer nor", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0272.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 247\\nspeak o anything; but, Robert, dinna leave\\nme!\\nJeannie, trust me. I will do a for the best.\\n**rve trusted you wi a but life, and that is\\nyours whenever you may ask it (She weeps.)\\nNo tears, my bonnie Jean, no tears.\\nPut on your coat, dear Robert, the night\\nwind blows. Ye ll be cold.\\n(She gets his coat and puts it on him. They\\nsit. She leans her head on his breast.)\\n**Where s Mallie, Rab? she asks.\\n**Dead in a ditch, he answers bitterly; **as\\nwould I were myself.\\nAn Where s the collie, Luath where is he?\\n**They killed him on the night before poor\\nfather died. Harm only seems to come to those\\nwho love me.\\n**Then let harm come to me, Jeannie replies,\\n**if I could do you good. Are you cold\\nnow?\\nNe er mind. I seldom feel it, love. How\\ncame you here?\\n**I could not stay away tvomen like 1 am\\nnever can, Naething but death should part the\\nones who love.\\nNot even that! Oh, Jeannie, would I had\\ndied before we met, or ever I had wronged ye\\nwi my love!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0273.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "248 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**Nay\u00e2\u0080\u0094 -say not so\u00e2\u0080\u0094 better death wi you than\\na the world without ye! Ye ll nae go?\\n**I canna answer. It tears my vera heart!\\n(He rises.) Oh, Scotland! home of all I love\\nand all that holds me dear\u00e2\u0080\u0094 how can I ever\\nleave ye?\\n**Ye will na\u00e2\u0080\u0094 nay, ye canna go! It s getting\\ndark. Ye could na go to-night. It s Hallow-\\ne en. Your friends will a be here, and ere\\nto-morrow, God willgie me ane o these to help\\npersuade ye!\\nHush! says Eobert sadly; if Heaven can\\nforget, I think I am forgotten No more\u00e2\u0080\u0094 go\\njoin our frien s. I ve not the heart to see them\\nBut ye canna avoid them now. It s Hal-\\nlowe en!\\n**I know\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I know\u00e2\u0080\u0094 it s growing dark, the\\ncurlers quat their play the evening sports\\nbegin\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but I canna be there!\\n**Nae\u00e2\u0080\u0094 for the night for a our frien s!\\n*No need for Hallowe en to tell my fate\u00e2\u0080\u0094noT\\nshow the one I love. Go in. (He releases\\nher hands and kisses them.)\\nNae, Robin, an ye will nae come I ll bring\\nthem a to you.\\n**One kiss, dear Jeannie\u00e2\u0080\u0094 go! (He kisses\\nher.)\\n**Twa, she answers, **ane for me.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0274.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 249\\nAnither, Robert says, **that s for US baith.\\n**That is for ye/ poor Jeannie says, an* this\\nfor me\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an a (She goes out of the great\\ndoors\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Robert watching her depart\u00e2\u0080\u0094 then\\nturns.)\\n**Now a the past come haunt me as ye may.\\nI have deserved it a deserved to be forgotten!\\nMy Jean! I would na wrong ye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but, Mary,\\ncome ye now and whether frae the banks o\\nAyr or whether ye look down from Heaven-\\nheap your reproaches on my head but do not\\na forget me! (He takes his cap and a stick\\nand goes out singing sorrowfully as he goes.)\\nYe banks an braes o Bonnie Doon\\nHow can ye bloom sae fresh an fair\\nHow can ye chant ye little birds,\\nAnd I sae weary fu o care?\\n(As he disappears a chorus of merry voices is\\nheard first in the distance then approaching\\nnearer and nearer.\\nWomen Oh, whistle an* I ll come to ye, my lad\\nOb, whistle an I ll come to ye, my lad\\nThe* faither an mitber, an a should gae\\nmad\\nOh, whistle an I ll come to ye, my lad!\\nMen Then warily tent when ye come to court me;\\nAnd come na unless the back yett be agee.\\nSyne up the back style an let naebody see!\\nAn look as ye were na lookin for me!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0275.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "250 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nWomen **Then whistle, an I ll come to ye, my lad!\\n(Men all whistle the line to the tune.)\\nWomen\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Tho faither an mither an a should gae\\nmad\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n(Men all whistle the line.)\\n(Chorus All repeat, girls sing, men whistle.)\\n(Davie, Tarn, Boys, Katy, Bessie, Elfie, Nan-\\nnie, Chloris, Sylvie, Clarinda, lasses, all in line,\\nhand in hand, at finish of song, look in the barn\\npause.)\\n(Then together they cry:) **Boo-oo! Boo-oo-\\non!\\nNaebody answers, says Bess. (Pauses.)\\n**Wha s gaen roun my house this time o\\nnight?\\nAuld bluidy Na un! says Elfie, in a hollow\\nvoice.\\n**What does he want? asks Davie.\\nA gude fot sheep! says Katy, ruefully.\\nFat? says Tarn. Everything s poor around\\nhere like the master. Bring him out!\\nHulloo! (A pause.)\\n**He s gone, says Davie; **jet Jeannie said\\nwe d find him here!\\n**A-weel, says Tarn, **as it s no man s barn\\nwe ll tak possession! (They all go in and\\nlook about.)\\nSee, says Davie. They ve been threshing\\nthe rye!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0276.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 251\\n**Rye? says Tam, **dinna mention it Tread\\nit down! Tread it down, or it ll rise again!\\nThere! There! Fll tread ye out! Fll eat ye\\nup; but dinna ye say dreenk to me, ye deevil\\nye!\\nHa! ha! (All laugh.) Ah, Tam s\\nafraid.\\nAye, laugh! but an ye d seen Auld Nick,\\nas I have ye d a be sae scorehin hot naething\\nbut water would save ye!\\n(All laugh.) To the kail yard, now-\u00e2\u0080\u0094 to the\\nkailyard! (They all cry as they join hands\\nin his.)\\n**Kail! says Tam, **ril pull me stump if\\nmaukin s left ane o them stand!\\nMen Come into the kail yard, lassie, come!\\nWomen We gae into the kail yard green.\\nMen An ye* 11 a* pu your true love up.\\nWomen Our lovers in the kail yard green.\\n(As they repeat together, they go oflP singing\\nin line.)\\n(Jeannie and Gilbert, bearing a lantern, enter\\nthe barn. Jean pauses and calls:)\\n**Robert! Robert! Oh, Eobin, come\u00e2\u0080\u0094 we re\\nwaiting at the house.\\n**Aye, says Gilbert, **the buttered sowens\\nare ready, Rab, come in.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0277.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "252 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n(Jean looks about, as Gilbert holds the lan-\\ntern she is agitated and alarmed.)\\n**Not here! Not gone! Nae though he s\\ntaken his coat, his plaid is there Kobin!\\n(As they stand listening chorus is heard in\\nthe garden.)\\nChokus **An ye ll a pull your true love up,\\nAnd wander in the kail yard green.\\nAh, says Gilbert, **he s with the others,\\ntrying for their fortunes and their love. Come\\nwi me, Jeannie\u00e2\u0080\u0094 -Rab s na far awa\\n(As they go, all the others return. Each\\ndraws three oat straws, and compares them with\\nothers, amid loud laughter\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Tam holds up a\\nrunt of kail.)\\n*Look at the runt o kail I pulled. There s\\nnaething on it. It s a stump like auld Meg s\\ntail! (All laugh.) If that s the kind o a\\nwife I m to get I ll keep the ane I ve got; she s\\nbetter than a runt!\\nAh, Tam, says Davie, yer wife s the only\\nane ye ll get!\\nShe s the only ane o the kind I want!\\nTake that! says Katy\u00e2\u0080\u0094 beating him\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ye\\nne er-do-weel!\\n(Tam runs out of the door, then looks in again\\nand leers at Katy.)", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0278.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 253\\n**Runty stump, can I come in?\\n**A-weel/* says Katy, **as ye re sworn to be a\\nsober man, ye may, an find a welcome too.\\nCome to my arms!\\n**We re a right noo, says Tam; **twa daisies\\non ane stem!\\n**It s sweet seemplecity says Katy.\\n**An Scotch sarcasm, says Tam.\\n**Try the so win, cries auld Elfie.\\n**Hempseed, hempseed, I saw thee, cry all.\\n**Hemp hemp-hi-hemp what? asks Tam.\\nThis is it, says Davie, explaining y e come\\ninto the barn alone!\\n**Na, Elfie calls, **outside! outside! And all\\nrepeat, Outside Outside\\n**Alane? asks Tam, with a queer look.\\n**Aye, outside\u00e2\u0080\u0094 alane!\\nNae, Auld Nick ll tak me if I do! I mind\\nthe night outside o Alloway Kirk. Deil tak\\nthe outside Th inside s gude enough for me\\n**But that s the way o it, says Davie.\\nAye, aye, says Tam, with a knowing wink.\\n**1 ken the way o it, ne er fear me! The only\\ntime A* gae outside alane to-night is when ye a\\ngae wf me!\\n**Weel, says Davie, **hae yer waus. We ll\\na gae out an then come in an saw it i th\\nbarn.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0279.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "254 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nI saw it on the road, says Tarn. **It never\\nleft me till the Brig o Doon!\\n**Ye hae nae seen em sin syne, Tam? asks\\nKaty.\\n**Nae. They re a gane where they belang,\\n(pointing down).\\n**Nor any serpents, Tam?\\nDeilaane! A U keep ma boots hereafter,\\nformysel (Alllaagh.)\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*This is the way o it, says Davie.\\nChorus.\\nMen Hempseed, hempseed, I saw thee!\\nLet him who loves or thinks o m\u00c2\u00a9.\\nWomen\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Come after me an pu me!\\nHempseed, hempseed, I saw thee.**\\nMen\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Let any lass who thinks o me,\\nWomen **Come to thy arms an love thee!\\nAnd now, says Davie, **all outside, an then\\na lassie first.\\n**An I ll come wi her, says Tam.\\n*Nay, ye ll not, says Katy.\\n(And then all cry:) Alone! Alone!\\n*It ll na be alone wi me! says Tam. A U\\ncome when yer alane thegitherT\\n(All go outside, and after a pause, Bessie en-\\nters and advances to the centre of the threshing-\\nfloor, and imitates the sowing of the hemp\\nthen says in marked manner:)", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0280.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 255\\nHempseed, hempseed, I saw thee!\\nLet him who loves or thinks o* me\\nCome after me an pu me!\\n(At third time, Gilbert enters at the back,\\ntakes her in his arms, kisses her and goes off.\\nDavie is next, repeating the same words, and\\nis met by a lassie, and when he retires, Sylvie,\\nthe second girl\u00e2\u0080\u0094 of a country sort advances,\\ntremblingly, and speaks in a low voice.)\\n(Tam advances to kiss her, but is met by\\nKaty, who drives him off. Sylvie repeats, but\\nno one responds, and she goes oflP crying very\\nloudly.)\\n(Tam enters\u00e2\u0080\u0094 shaking and looking about.)\\n**Dom but I wonder is auld Cloutie under the\\nstraw! Weel here goes! I wish auld Meg\\nwas here to ride me hame! Hemp Hi, but I\\nteel it around ma neck! There s na breedge\\nto cross this time. A- weel! Hem hemp!\\nHempseed! hempseed! I saw thee!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Dom but\\nI hear a croonin round the corner o the barn.\\nThe deil is in it sure! Hempseed! hempseed,\\nI saw thee!\\n(Low groans are heard outside.) **Ah! ah!\\nHand on! hand on! Hand! hand! Fll swear I\\nnever! I hae nae tasted a drop sin I rode over\\nthe Doon! Hand, Mr, Deevil hand! (Look-\\ning out.) **Iwant the ane that loves me\u00e2\u0080\u0094 or", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0281.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "256 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nthinks ony thing aboot me to come in here\\nqueeck an pu me oot o this An Auld Nick\\ncan pu me after! (Loud groans.)\\n(Continued while Katy steals in behind him\\nand raises a white sheet above him on a stick.\\nHe groans and falls and yells. She raises him\\nand he runs out of the barn with his coat tails\\nover his head.)\\n(The voices of the others are heard going away,\\nsinging:)\\nIn their hauDts on Hallowe en,\\nSpirits all from sleep awaken,\\nAnd, where love has faithless been,\\nLove itself is all forsaken\\n(As the voices die out, distant strains of Auld\\nLang Syne played by the people in the house\\nduring which no other sounds are heard.\\nMary Campbell leaning on the arm of Madge\\npale and weary, looks in the open door of the\\nbarn. After a pause, as if in great disappoint-\\nment, she speaks:)\\nAnd na one here?\\n**Nae, not a living soul, answers poor Madge.\\nAnd not within the house? asks Mary, with\\na troubled look.\\n**Nae, I glinted through ilk window; but he\\nwas nae there. Yet a the crowd o kintra", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0282.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0283.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0284.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 257\\nfolks were sittin talkin by the ingle-side an\\nshowed plain as the light.\\n**Hark! says Mary, as she stands and lis-\\ntens, with a look of deepest sorrow on her pale,\\nworn face. Do you hear no one?\\n(Distant sounds of laughing are heard in the\\nhouse.\\nThere s nane sae happy as the careless\\npoor, says Madge, as she listens.\\nIt s weel for us, says Mary, **they are there.\\nVd only see my ain dear Robert by himself!\\n**Ah, gude frien ye are tired! says bonnie\\nMadge.\\n**And ye, gude girl, Mary answers her.\\nWe ve walked all day!\\nWeel, then, come to the house, poor Madge\\nreplies. I ll knock an ask for shelter an a\\nplace to rest, an weel ye ken the string is out\\nin every Scottish home!\\nI know, I know, dear Madge; but not till I\\nsee him. It s growing darker. Let s go in.\\nI m no afraid, says Madge. There s na\\ntyke, or he d bark. Haud! Somethin breath-\\nin (Gropes about.) It s the sheep nae\\nharm. Come in here. There s hay an straw\\nsit down. (They enter the barn.)\\nAh! Mary says; I m rested by the place\\nwhere he has been. How peaceful and how", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0285.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "258 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nsweet. I smell the breath o gowans an the\\ngrass the sweeter that they re dead. Here\\nis the straw he s threshed, and here his plaid\\n(Mary presses it to her lips and kisses it.)\\n**0h, Robert darling, though my heart is full\\no sad forebodings and I m weary unto death\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094when ye ll come a is weel! Your love will be\\nthe same, and mine is yours forever!\\n(The first gleams of the rising moon are seen.\\nJeannie returns and enters the open doors at\\nthe back, as if waiting for Robert. She looks\\nabout.)\\n**Robert\u00e2\u0080\u0094 no come back yet, she says.\\nWho s there? (She sees Mary and Madge.)\\nStrange women! and in such a place!\\n(Mary stands gazing at Jean, but Madge re-\\nplies:)\\nAre ye no strange to us\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an ye are here?\\nBut you at such an hour alone! says Jean\\nShe s not alone! says Madge. Ye re a\\nagley! Dinna ye see me here?\\nAnd who are you? asks Jean.\\nI m only just her frien Madge answers,!\\nbut I ll steck like a thestle to a sheepit s\\nback!\\nI ll call, says Jeannie, as she starts to go. j\\nStay! Mary cries, and interposes herself\\nbetween her rival and the door. Stay! she", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0286.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 259\\nechoes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and then continues with marked em-\\nphasis:\\nThough we have never met, I ve seen your\\nface before. Your name?\\n**Why should I fear to tell it. I am Jean\\nArmour!\\n(Mary stands as if transfixed and gazes in her\\nface\u00e2\u0080\u0094and then says slowly:)\\n**Aye, *Bonnie Jean! Your name is written\\noft by him but you come in a dream A wo-\\nman with a bonnie face and dark brown hair\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFve seen them a these sorry days!\\nWhatdoyemean?\\n**I see ye now, says Mary, in the same\\nmarked tone, her eyes still fixed upon her.\\nYou re Jean Armour! An you have come be-\\ntween us!\\nWhat words are these? cries Jean. Wo-\\nman, who are you?\\nMy name is Mary Campbell!\\nNae nae it canna be! He thinks ye dead!\\nYour name he murmurs in his sleep. He loves\\nye still! But ye will ne er come back to him\\nI come to seek him here!\\nYou come to see ray Robert\\nAye, says Mary, defiantly and solemnly.\\nI come to see my honored, faithful lover,\\nRobert Burns! Don t question me or stay me", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0287.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "260 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nthe hour is late my time is short. Say, is\\nhe here?\\n**He*s not, replies the now bewildered Jean.\\n**An if he were\\nNo matter, Mary says, **ril seek him out!\\nand look once more upon his face, though that\\nlook be my last!\\nNae, nae, cries Jean; **for Heaven s\\nlove\\n**Nae, Mary answers, **none shall part me\\nfrae the man I love! Woman, whoe er you may\\nbe or whate er ye are stand back!\\n(Jean suddenly passes her and rushes to the\\ndoor:)\\n**Nae, then, she cries, **stand ye! Ye shall\\nnae pass to him who s a to me!\\n*To you, woman!\\nAye! Oh, forgive me! cries poor Jean.\\nStrike me! Humble me\u00e2\u0080\u0094 or kill me! I will\\nna murmur nor complain but leave me\\nRobert s love! Here, on my knees, 1 beg and\\nask it of ye!\\nI dinna understand ye cries Mary in amaze.\\n**0h, gude heart, Jean replies, **feel for me,\\nan spare him too You ve come too late to part\\nus now. You ve come too late!\\n**What do you mean? asks Mary, in a pity-\\ning tone.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0288.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 261\\nBenddown your ear to listen, Jean replies.\\n(Both look at Madge who, during this has\\nstood in sorrowing wonder looking on. Jean\\npoints to her and speaks:)\\n**Let her gae awa I canna* look ye either in\\nthe face\u00e2\u0080\u0094 soft\u00e2\u0080\u0094 let me whisper.\\n(She whispers in Mary s ear, who bends down\\nfco her- and then hides her face in her hands.)\\n(Mary starts with a groan of anguish.)\\n0-oh My God Robert Have I lost ye?\\nHave I come too late? Oh, have I come too\\nlate?\\nNay, says poor Jean; tread upon me that\\nI ve come between, and kill me that I ve made\\nye suffer!\\n**0h, Robert! Robert! Robert! bursts from\\n-Mary s heart.\\n(Jean, now touched by her grief, approaches\\nher.)\\n**Nay now, tis I must pity ye! Ye re sad an\\npale. Ye ve suffered more than I ha done, an\\nnow I am the cause o more.\\n0h! Mary cries in bitterest grief. **My\\ndream! My dream! My dream!\\nNae, gude heart, dinna sorrow, Jean says\\nsoothingly. Blame me for a but, oh, I could\\nna help the love I bore him!\\n(Mary bursts into a floodof tears, crying:)", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0289.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "Ji62 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**0h, Heaven help me now!\\n**Nae nae ye are ill, says Jeannie, ten-\\nderly. **Come in, wi me ye re cauld an trem-\\nblin (She puts Robert s plaid about her.\\nMary kisses it again and again. Madge tries to\\ncomfort her.)\\nNay, Mary says with resolution, **it is\\nnaething. I m nae very well\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but I ll no trouble\\nyou\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I ll go\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I ll go!\\n(Madge leads her a few steps\u00e2\u0080\u0094 she falters and\\ncries out:)\\nBut oh, my broken heart!\\nMary, my sister! Forgive me! Jeannie\\ncries.\\nFor his sake, aye! Mary faintly answers.\\nAnd tell him I forgive him, too! (She turns\\nand falls prostrate on the straw.)\\nGreat Heaven! She s ill! cries Jeannie,\\nrushing to her aid.\\nAye! Madge exclaims, as she caresses her.\\nShe s a fey an like to die!\\nDon t raise her head, cries Jean. There s\\nwater here! (She gets it from stoup by well.)\\nMary gude heart speak to me!\\nOh! She would come in spite o me! cries\\npoor Madge, as she wrings her hands.\\nLet s take her in, says Jean. The warmth\\nwill comfort her.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0290.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 263\\n**Nae, Mary says, recovering, don t let him\\nknow, ril bear it all!\\nDear Mary, come into the house, pleads\\nJean.\\n**Aye, darling, come, says Madge, support-\\ning her.\\n**Nae\u00e2\u0080\u0094 nae, I will na take the place he s\\ngiven to another! Come, Madge, we ll go! (She\\ntries to rise.)\\n**But ye re na weel enough to walk.\\n**Ye ll help me, Madge. (Takes her hand.)\\n**An if ye ve ever been my frien come wi\\nme now. (Tries to go.)\\n(Jean tries to stop her.)\\n**Nae, she says; come in an let me tend\\nye. Let me gae wi ye. I ll work and strive\\nand die to aid ye!\\nNae, Mary answers sadly, **bonnie Jean,\\nyour place is here. Tis you must stay by\\nhim when I am gone! Promise ye will, my\\nsister!\\n**Yes. Oh, Mary, can ye e er forgive me?\\n(Mary kisses her and then replies:)\\n**No more. You knov/ my heart. Here.\\n(She takes bundle from Madge\u00e2\u0080\u0094 opens it, and\\ntakes out things as they kneel on the floor.)\\n**Here is his first book, wi his songs, and\\nyour name wi the rest. I thought to give it", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0291.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "364 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nhim myself, but now (She gives the book\\nto Jean.) ^This letter is frae Dr. Blackie wi\\nthe ane that Dr. Blacklock wrote to him. It is\\nfor Kobert. He will go to Edinboro.\\nGo! cries Jean.\\n**Aye! an he walk he ll go, Mary replies;\\n**for fame and honor wait him!\\n**Robert!\\n*Tell him a this. Twas the gude news I\\ncame to tell, but now ye ll do it for me. Show\\nhim the page I marked. Be faithful to him to\\nthe last\u00e2\u0080\u0094 gentle an kind I know ye will be-\\nbut promise me, upon your word, ye tvill nae\\ntell him that ye saw me here!\\nI must. I couldna hand ma peace!\\nFor my sake\u00e2\u0080\u0094 by his love no word. This\\nwreath is frae the holly trees that grow by\\nAyr. Dear Robin knows the place. 1 made it\\nas we came along, tvhen resting by the wayside.\\nI thought to be the first to honor him and\\ncrown him wi th bays, but now (She\\nsuddenly starts up, exclaiming passionately:)\\n**Nae, nae, my God! No other hand than\\nmine must place it on his head! No other arms\\nthan mine be clasped about his neck! No other\\nvoice than Mary s speak to him of love!\\n**Mary, stay here! cries Jean. **And you,\\nMadge, tend her till I come! Forgive me that I", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0292.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 265\\ncould forget. Love struggled in my breast but\\nnow my duty s plain! (She starts to go.)\\n**Ye shall nae stir! Mary cries. Madge,\\nhelp me keep her here. Where would ye go?\\n**To seek for Robert, though he s hid in night\\nand in the farthest field! For never till he\\nknows your noble heart, shall Jeannie Armour\\nspeak of love again! (Jeannie hurries out.\\nMary looks after her, then rushes back to\\nMadge.)\\n**Let sgae! let s gae before she comes. Be-\\nfore he oh! let s gae!\\n**Where, Mary, where?\\n**Back to the Mauchline Inn, frae there re-\\nturn to Ayr.\\n**Dear Mary, ye can hardly walk!\\n**I must! I must! To Ayr! To Ayr! For\\nI must take my lang, lang sleep o th banks o\\nthat dear stream where, in the days lang syne,\\nwe wandered\u00e2\u0080\u0094 telling o er our love!\\n**0h, Mary! Mary! (Madge bursts into\\ntears.)\\nThe fatal fever lingers in my veins. This\\njourney s helped it on. Oh, could I see him\\nonce again, I d ask no more\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but be repaid in\\nthis\u00e2\u0080\u0094 that he is great at last and happy in an\\nhonest love!\\n**0h, Mary! Dinna greet like this!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0293.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "266 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**Nay\u00e2\u0080\u0094 -all is best. To-morrow I ll gae back,\\nand when I m dead\\n**0h, Mary, darling, only friend!\\nWhen I am gone send word to him and lay\\nme where the gowans spring and heather\\nblooms where Doon and Ayr will murmur of\\nme, and where he ll sometimes sing one sor-\\nrowing song for her, who even when she s dead,\\nwill speak o love for him!\\n(Madge listens then runs to door and looks\\nout.)\\nHe s comin Mistress yonder see! She\\nhas nae found him. He s alone!\\nAlone! (A faint tinge of moon-rise shows.)\\nStay Mary\u00e2\u0080\u0094 only speak to him. He s sad\\nwi thoughts o thee!\\nHush! Hush! It may not be! (Taking\\nMadge and leaving the door.) Our happiness\\nis past, and only as a wraith, or in a dream, can\\nMary Campbell ever cross his vision more,\\n(They retire slowly into the dark corner of\\nfche barn. In the house, music of Kobin Adair\\nis played\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and is faintly heard. Robert\\nenters, wrapt in thought. He stands lean-\\ning by the door, and looking out, his cap in\\nhis hand. The moon appears, rising slowly,\\nduring scene. Robert speaks:)\\nMary, my ain, why come ye not again?", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0294.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 267\\nWhere are ye now? I see ye by the braes o\\nAyr, where last we met, there where we passed\\none day of parting love, then said farewell for-\\never! Mary, the summer s days are done and\\nwinter s breath has withered all the fields\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and\\nyet, although you pledged your word, you come\\nnot back to me. Nay, then, I know the worst.\\nThe frost that touched the flower s bloom has\\nlaid ye dead before it. (He comes to the\\nmiddle of the floor and reclines on the straw.)\\n**0, pale, pale now those rosy lips\\nI aft hae kissed so fondly\\nAnd closed for aye the sparkling glance\\nThat dwelt on me sae kindly,\\nAnd mouldering now in silent dust\\nThe heart that lo ed me dearly\\nBut still within my bosom s core\\nShall live my Highland Mary!\\n(He rises and takes a wecht, and filling it with\\nthe threshed rye, advances centre.)\\nThere s something in my heart that will not\\ndown. Something that speaks of her that s\\ngone. I feel wherever she may be\u00e2\u0080\u0094 cold in\\nthe earth or in that distant Heaven that she is\\nnear me still. Oh, spirit of the loved one lost\\ncome back to me! Come back! If the dead\\never hear or know what passes on the earth\\ncome back! Nay, I maun call in vain! But", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0295.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "268 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nyet I ll try the spell. Tis Hallowe en\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and I ll\\nlet down the corn against the wind mortal or\\nspirit, come! (He raises the wecht and pours\\nthe corn, saying:)\\nAs the corn fa s sae may I fa\\nIf I dinna love the one who comes to me.\\n(At the third time the figure of Mary Camp-\\nbell, in white dress, and deadly pale, appears\\nin the centre of the barn, and gazing on him\\nwith fixed eyes, passes noiselessly away.\\nRobert stands, transfixed, until she vanishes,\\nand then cries out in frenzy:)\\nHer wraith! her wraith! her wraith! My\\nGod! Mary!\\n(He screams and falls senseless on the floor.\\nMary\u00e2\u0080\u0094 returning rushes to him kneels by his\\nside and raises his head, which she places in\\nher lap. Madge runs to aid her.)\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*0h, Mary, shall I call for help?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*No, not for the world. Some water frae the\\nstoup. He ll soon be well.\\n(Madge rushes for the water which she\\nbrings.)\\nHere, darling, here!\\n**He is half crazed wi work an cold\u00e2\u0080\u0094 give me\\nthe plaid. (Madge hands it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Mary takes the\\nplaid and also her cloak, which she has re-\\nmoved to appear as apparition, and wraps it", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0296.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "THE MUSE HAILS THE BARD.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0297.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0298.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 269\\nabout Robert, supporting him by the sheaves of\\nrye, then says to Madge:)\\n**rve seen him sae before. He ll be himself\\nanon and tkink it all a dream.\\n*ril watch that nae one comes!\\n**Aye! Aye! This scene is sacred to our-\\nselves. Tis only for a moment and we re gone\\nbefore he wakes. Gone! Gone! My God! for-\\never! (She kisses him. He partially awakes\\nand murmurs to himself.)\\nMary, my muse! My guiding star! The Coila\\nof my dreams!\\n**Ah! Mary cries, as she rises, **I under-\\nstand. (She takes the wreath, and standing\\nbehind him, speaks\u00e2\u0080\u0094 as a spirit these altered\\nlines of **The Vision, during which music of\\nBonnie Doon is heard in the distance:)\\n**A11 hail! my own inspired bard!\\nIn me thy native muse regard\\nNor longer mourn thy fate is hard\\nThus poorly low\\nI come to give thee such reward\\nAs we bestow\\nThen wear thou this the prayers I ve said\\nRest like a blessing on thy head,\\nThe polished leaves and berries red\\nAll rustling play\\nKeep green my memory when dead\\nAnd passed away!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0299.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "270 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n(She places the wreath of holly on his head\\nand slowly retires.)\\n(The refrain of the Hallowe en song is faintly\\nheard, sung by the country people in the house.\\nThe air of *Bonnie Doon is continued, blend-\\ning with it, till the close.)\\nCHORUS.\\nIn their haunts on Hallowe en,\\nSpirits all from sleep awaken,\\nAnd where love has faithless been.\\nLove itself is aye forsaken\\nLove itself Love itself\\nLove itself is aye forsaken\\nThe feeling tone in which the Pilgrim spoke\\nthe anguish, sacrifice, the brave despair, which\\nhe had shado\\\\?ved forth, came like a cadence at\\nthe close a lingering note of sorrow seldom\\nheard. It seemed a strain of that old, plaintive\\nsong which all the auditors in fancy heard com-\\ning from those who reveled in the house. They\\nlistened for a moment breathless waiting\\nstill some sign or sound\u00e2\u0080\u0094 another word, a\\nfootfall\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Jean s return\u00e2\u0080\u0094 or Mary to come back,\\nbut nothing came. They only saw the minister\\nstand up and raise his hands, and rising, they\\nconcealed their tears and the choked sighs that\\nstruggled to be free and bowed before the\\nprayer:", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0300.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 271\\n0 God, in mercy keep thy children here and\\neverywhere throughout the world. Console\\nthem in afflictions deep and dark and give\\nthem love and constancy and strength and\\nfaith\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and peace and plenty now and ever-\\nmore!\\nEND OF PART THIRD.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0301.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "272 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nPART FOURTH.\\nNow Nature sleeps. Wearied with all the\\nvarying changes of the passing year, she takes\\nher rest and, though old Winter comes and\\nstands upon the hills and howls all day till he\\nis hoarse, he cannot waken her.\\nHer flowered silken dress of spring her sum-\\nmer s gaudy robes of gold and green, and au-\\ntumn s widow s weeds of sober hues she has\\nput by, and now, disrobed, stripped bare\u00e2\u0080\u0094 her\\njewels and her vesture given for the good of\\nman\u00e2\u0080\u0094 she seeks in tears her cheerless bed,\\nbeneath whose snowy covering her sorrows may\\nbe sacred till the night is passed.\\nRest, gentle mother, loving friend, and sleep\\nin peace. From out thy generous bosom springs\\nall that sustains, all that enriches man. Lef\\nhim who never thought of this, go live a single\\nday without thy aid then turn again in hum-\\nbleness to thee\\nWelcome, old friends, on this wild winter\\nnight Over unbroken roads and pathless wastes\\nof snow the bond of fellowship and love has\\nbrought you to the schoolhouse once again\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0302.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 273\\nlast reunion of the year\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the birthday of the\\npoet Burns.\\nOld Age has come the good old minister and\\nMrs. Stuart with the rest, in reverence ^and re-\\nspect. The boys and girls and younger folks\\nfor the romance and the love of all festivities\\nlike these. The men and women, as all men\\nand women should, to stand by duty to the liv-\\ning and the dead at any hour, in any place.\\nTurn up the lights. Stir up the fire. Let\\nmusic sound a welcome and an inspiration for\\nthe scene. See where some loving hands have\\nplaced the laurel crown in memory of this day\\nOn every picture wreaths of holly hang, in\\nhonor of the great ones gone, and, garlanding\\nthe platform and the desk of Mr. Olds, great\\nstrings of prince s pine with winter-berries in-\\ntertwined and glistening in the light.\\nCome, schoolmaster, a glorious night for\\nrevelry inside. The storm without can t wait\\nnor can the passing hour go on\\nAnd faith there is a fine array from tragedy\\nin prose down to **The Living Pictures of the\\nTimes! Characters by the only living Sandy\\nRamsey, and Father Lindsay, the connecting\\nlink. Stand forth!\\nAll right says Sandy, as he sticks his head\\nabove the sheet, and shows his face devoid of", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0303.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "274 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nbeard, and rolls his leery eye, at which all\\nroar.\\n**Notyet! go back! cries the schoolmaster.\\nYou re too soon!\\nMaybe it is for ye, but it ain t for me! says\\nSandy, as he shivers in the cold. I ve been\\nundressed in here since half-past four an got\\nthese tight things on me shanks, an nothing\\nbut a Roman shirt without any trousers legs or\\narms! I m shiverin juist!\\n**Hey! Sandy! Lindsay! Bring em out!\\nthe people cry, and in response, the sheet is\\ndropped, revealing such a pair of Heavenly\\nTwins as no good Zodiac could do without.\\nSandy s long legs looked longer still in the thin\\nfleshings which he wore, and his white Roman\\nshirt was much too short, which made him seem\\na good grandfather graybeard more than half\\nmade up of arms and legs. As for his face\u00e2\u0080\u0094 de-\\nprived of its goat-beard, it looked in keeping\\nwith the body it adorned, and by its bareness\\nshowed his swivel eye, in a protruding, rolling\\nstyle which set the schoolhouse in a roar. Lind\\nsay stood still\u00e2\u0080\u0094 his body and his face immov-\\nable\u00e2\u0080\u0094and his set eyes staring at nothing in par-\\nticular\u00e2\u0080\u0094his head just reaching up to Sandy s\\narm.\\nA shout of laughter greeted both, but this did", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0304.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 276\\nnot comport with Sandy s Roman dignity, and\\nso he called a halt.\\nLook here, he said, ye wouldn t laugh if\\nye had on these Grecian panteloons! An\\nDrawback, as for ye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ef ye had ony sense ye d\\njest wait till the laugh comes in, an not antee-\\ncapate the time ye\\n**The Dying Gladiator! the schoolmaster\\ncalled, to head him off.\\n**Dyin said Sandy with a leer. *Look\\nhere! These are the leven pecters, mind ye\\nthat. Don t kill the goose that lays yer golden\\negg, for if ye wrong in onything that s dead,\\nye U want some lectors here to drag me off!\\nGall oot yer Ajox an I ll come!\\nAll right, said the obliging schoolmaster,\\nwith a smile.\\nAjax Defying the Lightning!\\nSandy struck a pose\u00e2\u0080\u0094and spread himself\\nabove the stage in such a style that everybody\\nstared, and even Lindsay gazed, forgetful of his\\npart.\\nBreng oot yer lightnin Sandy called, or\\ndo ye want a man to straddle here a night with-\\nout a bet o lightnin to defy? Here, Lindsay!\\nYe re the lightnin calceelater do yer part.\\nLook here, he said, explaining to the audience,\\nye see I ve here a ten cup wi a cover full o", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0305.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "276 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nholes, an candle burnin in the top, an inside\\nis a neckel s worth o leekeepodun, an I blow\\nthrough this long tube into the cup an now\\nthe lightnin which I here defy He blew with\\nall his might, then drew his breath. The powder\\nflew up in a blaze which scorched his eyebrows\\nand his hair, and what remained went down his\\nthroat and took away his speech and breath,\\nand set him off in such a fit of sneezing, cough-\\ning, sputtering and cries, that all the people\\nthought it part of the *defi and roared in wild\\ndelight!\\n**The Olympian Wrestlers! the schoolmaster\\nyelled above the noise\u00e2\u0080\u0094 whereat the worthy\\nLindsay saw his chance, and grasping Sandy\\nnow half doubled up\u00e2\u0080\u0094 gave him a swing and\\ndropped him on the floor. The audience\\nhowled, and Lindsay coolly bowed and crowed.\\nBut Sandy rose and caught him in the\\nact, and raising the back window, seized his\\npartner with both hands and threw him out\\ninto a bank of snow. But Lindsay, as he\\nwent, took Sandy s raiment with him, leaving\\nthe long-legged Koman in his glory all\\nalone.\\n**The Fall of Rome! called out the school-\\nmaster, before the great triumvir had a chance\\nto turn, or even roll his oblique eye, or take in", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0306.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 277\\nthe true meaning and intent of the impending\\nfall.\\nA moment Sandy stood in classic attitude.\\nThe dignity of scorn was on his face defiance in\\nboth eyes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and then he fell The noblest\\nEoman of them all! whack! The boards and\\nbones in contact gave a thundering crash and\\nSandy s heels flew up. Ugh! came the in-\\nvoluntary cry then for a moment all was still\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Rome was no more. Great was the fall\\nthereof! lo!\\nAs Sandy rose and rubbed himself, and called\\nfor arneeca, there was a general shout, and\\nlaughter long and loud, but Sandy simply\\nsaid:\\nIthenkl llnowgaehome! Eh! What! See\\nhere, ye Drawback, ye ll hand them clothes\\nover ef ye ve got them, an if not, ye ll prove\\nyer eenecence by lendin me yer hat an over-\\ncoat an boots until I find my ane!\\nAnd Drawback, just to prove that he was\\nwronged, took off his boots and gave them with\\nhis coat and hat, and Sandy graciously received\\nthe same and put them on, then groaned, and\\nrubbed himself and disappeared and he did\\nnot come back! The leven pecters and dis-\\nsolvin views were henceforth faded dreams.\\nWhat Lindsay did was this. He came in the", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0307.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "278 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nfront door with Sandy s store clothes on his arm,\\nand of these things he made a seat, and when\\nthe time came, took his way\u00e2\u0080\u0094 -two hats upon his\\nhead two coats upon his back, and his thin\\nlegs encased in double pantaloons and boots to\\nwarm his homeward walk.\\nDrawback, in stocking feet, and minus hat\\nand overcoat, went home through the deep\\nsnow, running and shivering all the long mile in\\nthe cold, but as he went his lips spoke words\\nemphatic and impolitic, and swore at such a\\nrate that everything was blue, and all along the\\nroad mutterings of Hades and eternal fire made\\nmatters hot beyond belief.\\nVerily, there are some things for which the\\nsinner does not have to wait. Justice is slow,\\nbut in good time, and in her certain way, she\\ncomes to all.\\nAnd now the Pilgrim rose to tell the final part\\nof the absorbing story of the past. At once all\\nchanged. The stillness of respect crept o er\\nthe house. The thread of the discourse broken\\nby these delays and intervals of time unseen\\nand spirit hands made strong again and sym-\\npathy with every word sat still in every heart.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0308.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0309.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0310.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 279\\nBONNIE BOON.\\nPakt Fourth.\\nTime Winter Burns Birthday,\\n**To make a happy fireside clime\\nTo weans and wife\\nIs the true pathos and sublime\\nOf human life.\\nSCENE I.\\nTHE INGLESIDE AT ELLIESLAND.\\n(Interior of Burns farmhouse backed by a\\nsnowy landscape. Large old-fashioned Scotch\\nfireplace with a blazing fire. Window to open\\nand close. Entrance door and hallan piece.\\nInterior door, leading to inner room. Table and\\nchairs and seats for guests. A company of\\nScotch peasants, in winter holiday attire, also\\nGilbert, Davie, Bessie, Jon and Joey Anderson\\nsit talking round the fire. The lads and lasses\\nlaugh and sing.)\\nChorus **Rab s wife is Jean the bonnie,\\nShe s the darlin o th monie,\\nAn their welcome to their hame\\nShall be as blithe as she is bonnie!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0311.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "280 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nSolo **May delight before it dees\\nMak them fou o* ane anither;\\nAn their bairns upon their knees\\nBe monie as their years thegither.\\nChorus\u00e2\u0080\u0094 **Rab s wife is Jean the bonnie, etc.\\nAuld Jon and Joey Anderson advance, centre,\\nand sing.)\\nJoey\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Jon Anderson, my Jo, my Jonny,\\nJon Tho my days be lang and monie,\\nJoey Welcome Rab and Jeannie hame,\\nJon As erst they welcomed us, my hinney!\\nJoey I m the gudewife s lang syne frien\\nJon To Robin I ll e er be a brither,\\nJoey Be faither to their weans, Jon\\nJoN\u00e2\u0080\u0094Aje, Joey, if ye 11 be their mither!\\n(All laugh).\\nChorus **Rab s wife is Jean the bonnie, etc.\\n(All dance and hey. Jon and Joey sing with\\nold cracked voices, and dance, with halting\\nsteps. All retire to the ingleside, laughing and\\ntalking.)\\n**Hi, Jonny! Gilbert calls.\\n**Ho, Jonny! says Davie.\\n(Then all call.) **Ha! Jonny! Jonny! Jonny!\\n(Jonny mounts a chair and answering, ex-\\nclaims:)\\n**Weel, lads and lasses, what ll ye hae wi\\nJonny?", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0312.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 281\\n**The orders! The orders! The orders!\\n**Crack it oot to em, Jon, says Joey.\\nThey ll forget it the sooner!\\nAye, weel the orders. Aye, ye see my-\\nsel an gudewife came frae Ayr to help Rab\\nout on his birthday an the welcome o his brand\\nnew wife into their braw new hame.\\n**Aye! aye!\\nAn it s a because we seen sae monie berth-\\ndays oursel s! says Joey.\\nAn been married sae often, says Jon.\\nSae lang, Jonny.\\nAye, sae lang an an\\nAn had na weans i th fomily, says Joey.\\nExcept oursel s, says Jon. An saewe re\\njust here to set a gude example.\\nAye! Aye! Aye!\\nWe understand, old friends, Gilbert rejoins.\\nYou ve come all the way from your little Inn,\\nat Ayr, to honor your old friend.\\nAh, Joey answers, we d a come an it\\nwere thrice as far. The road s na long enough\\nto keep his frien s awa at sic a time!\\nYour friendship honors you and honors\\nAyr, says Davie.\\nWe thank ye weel, says Jon. Whist!\\nRobin s na in hearin\\nNo, Gilbert answers. He and the gude-", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0313.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "282 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nwife are dressing in their best to meet their\\nMen s.\\nWeel, then, Jon says, with emphasis, **ril\\njust say this the man or woman in Ayrshire\\nwho does na honor Eobert Burns is no honor to\\nhis kintra or himsel\\n**Aye! gude! gude! they all cry out. But,\\nJonny, ye forget.\\nThe orders, aye. Weel, we re a to assist in\\nthe ceremony.\\nAye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an the ceremony what ll it be?\\nThe ceremony aye, well the ceremony 11\\nconsist o ceremony, eatin drenkin an ither\\nsich like eentellectual amusements.\\n*But, gudeman, Joey says, they ll no\\nunderstand.\\nGudewife, I dinna onderstand mysel but\\ndo ye a ken what eatin is?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2\u00e2\u0080\u00a2Aye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 aye!\\n**An what dreenken is?\\n**Aye aye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 aye!\\nAn lovin is?\\nAye aye aye aye\\nAn marry in is?\\nAye nae\u00e2\u0080\u0094 nae nae\\nWeel, then the orders are that ye re to fol-\\nlow Rab s example an find oot!\\nGude! gude! all shout.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0314.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 288\\nGude? Eh, Jenny? Joey asks.\\n**The marryin Aye! aye! aye! aye! aye!\\naye!\\n(All laugh.)\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*Sae now, says Jon, *the table groans; the\\nbottles are burstin the cellar is fou the roads\\narefou the river is fou the house is fou\\nour hearts are fou an if ye re na a fou yer-\\nsel s it ll na be the fau t o auld Ayr!\\nHurra! hurra! all shout, and lift Jonny\\nfrom chair.\\n**An now lads, Joey explains, ye re to\\nwelcome an wait on th leddies.\\nAnd, lasses, Jonny cries, ye re to wait on\\nan welcome the lads if ye ever expect em to\\nwait upon you!\\n(The lasses all come forward singing:)\\nSolo **This is a tb steer, kimmer,\\nThis is a th steer;\\nRobin s frien s to welcome\\nAnd give auld Scotland s cheer!\\nSecond\u00e2\u0080\u0094 For that we re trim an true,\\nIn our kirtles neat an new,\\nAnd each braw lad we welcome\\nA lass is welcome to!\\nChorus For that we re trim and true, etc.\\n(A halloo! is heard and music of the Min-\\nstrel Boy. All shout.)", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0315.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "284 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**Wha s comin ^Wha s comin\\nAll run to window and look out.\\nA lassie!\\nAye! Davie answers. **The flower o them\\na (Auld Elfie enters covered with snow.)\\n**Auld Elfie?\\nMy frien s\\nEh, sousie lassie! A kiss! cries Gilbert.\\nNae, ane for me, cries Davie.\\nWell\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ane for a says Elfie.\\n(As the three hug the others laugh.)\\nHoo s a i the house, my frien s? Elfie asks.\\nAn Kab an bonnie Jean?\\nWeel, Elfie, weel, come by the lug, says\\nJoey.\\nNae\u00e2\u0080\u0094nae! Gilbert and Davie answer her.\\nElfie s ours. The lads wait on the lasses!\\nCome! (They take her things, and with great\\nceremony escort her to the fire.)\\nAh! says Jonny, Brawlie! The young\\ndeevils! I ve no had mine! (He goes to kiss\\nElfie Joey comes between.)\\nThen there it is! says Joey. (She gets it.)\\nGude! says Jon. It s better than I ax-\\npected!\\n(The tune of Duncan Gray is heard outside.\\nAll start.)\\nWhat now! Who now?", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0316.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 285\\nIt s our turn now, cry all the girls.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*It s Tarn Tarn O Shanter\u00e2\u0080\u0094drunken Tarn\\nNae! Davie says, **his ride settled that!\\n**Aye! says Jonny. **An settled his score\\nat the Inn!\\n**Whoa, Meg! shouts Tarn outside, then he\\nand Katy enter cheerily. (All start.)\\nTarn! Tarn! Tarn!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2Aye, Tarn an Katy!\\n**Nae, Katy an Tarn\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the wife comes first!\\n**An gaes last. Hoo s a o ye here?\\nWeel\u00e2\u0080\u0094 weel Welcome baith\\n(The lasses all surround Tarn. The lads\\naround Katy.)\\n**Come, Tam, we welcome ye!\\n**An Katy, we welcome ye!\\nWeel, says Tam, here s a the things. The\\nwhip, the cap; the cloak, the plaid. The fed-\\ndle dinna ye break it or I m brucken mysel\\nThe gudewife\u00e2\u0080\u0094 why, where th deevil s Kate?\\n(The lads around Katy are trying to kiss her.)\\n**Nae, ye young caller clouties, ye! Where s\\nTam?\\n(Tam by this time is surrounded by girls and\\ncries out:)\\nNae matter for Tam\u00e2\u0080\u0094 look oot for yersel\\n**Nae kissin ye young hizzies, ye! cries\\nKaty.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0317.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "^86 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nOnly ane for his mither!\\nA* right! cries Tarn in delight.\\n**A wrong! cries Katy, as she drives them\\naway.\\nWe re strangers here, says Tarn. Let get\\nacquaint an kiss all around!\\n(Kogue s March is heard outside.)\\nWhat s that? What s that? all ask.\\nWhat is it, sure enough?\\nStan back, says Tarn, an let it stagger\\nin; I ve been that way mysel\\n(Holy Willie staggers in, quite drunk, and\\nleans against the door.)\\nHaly Willie here! they all exclaim.\\nHie! It smadooty!\\nNae, says Tam, nae dooty aboot that.\\nThat s barley corn\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ye can t fool me!\\nWhy are you here? asks Gilbert.\\nTo stop the weeked! Willie answers\\nhim.\\nOh! (All groan.)\\nDom! says Tam; butef ye wanted to stop\\nthe weeked ye should ha fa en through th ice\\nwhen ye crossed th Nith.\\nNae, Willie answers. Gaud water does\\nna agree wi me now!\\nHow did ye like yer duckin i th Doon?\\nasks Tam.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0318.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 28\\n**It seckened me o water; I ha na used it\\nsyne, says Willie.\\nNor I barley corn/ says Tarn.\\n**Ah, how did ye like yer ride? asks Willie.\\n**Gude! but what I lost, ye found. Ye re\\nadvancin backwards, Willie. I ll have to lend\\nye Meg.\\nHeigh! Hie! Fill me fou and when I m\\nglorious let me gang my gates! (Willie cries,\\nas he imitates Tam riding Meg.)\\nWe ll na welcome ye! the girls say in dis-\\ngust, and then retire.\\n**rve a warm one for ye, says Willie.\\nHetch him out in the barn wi Meg, says\\nKaty.\\n**Nae, have some consideration for the beast,\\nsays Davie.\\nWhich one? asks Tam. Weel, we ll no be\\nhard on Willie. I ve been a beast mysel\\n(Music of bagpipes faintly heard at first-\u00e2\u0080\u0094 in-\\ncreasing to forte as party appears. Air Bonnie\\nDundee!\\nAh! What s that? The pipes!\\nAye, says Gilbert, an the march o\\nBonnie Dundee!\\n(All look out and Davie cries:)\\nHunters and horsemen comin up the\\nhill!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0319.jp2"}, "320": {"fulltext": "288 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**The gentlemen o th Caledonian Hunt,\\nsays Jon.\\n**And highlandmen! says Joey with delight.\\n*Aye, say the girls. An see their plad-\\ndies an their braw bare legs!\\n**For shame, ye jauds! cries Katy.\\nPipers, gentlemen and highlanders! cry all.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2Who s that? asks Davie, and Gilbert an-\\nswers:\\n**Keady to receive him! Tis the Earl of\\nGlencairn!\\n(Music forte, kept up until all enter. High-\\nlanders and hunters come first and form on\\neither side, preceded by pipers, right and\\nleft. These are followed by the Earl of Glen-\\ncairn, who advances centre, and is surrounded\\nand received with cheers.)\\nA welcome all to Robert s friend! Gilbert\\ncalls.\\nHey hey Scotland forever Heigh\\n**I thank you from my heart! replies Glen-\\ncairn. Where is my good friend, Robert?\\n**Where would he be, says Davie, but wi\\nhis ain gude wife, an comin here to welcome\\nye!\\n**We are here to welcome himr replies Glen-\\ncairn. To give to him those honors which are\\njustly his!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0320.jp2"}, "321": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 289\\nAh, my lord, says Gilbert, with respect,\\n*we never could believe it. When he left our\\nfarm to go away, he went so poor he had not\\neven money for the journey, but walked the\\nway to Edinboro\u00e2\u0080\u0094 nothing in his pocket and\\nonly doubt in his mind and small hope in his\\nheart.\\n**But in that heart, says Davie feelingly,\\nthe gudeness o the great, and in his brain\\nThat glorious spark of genius which sets the\\nworld on fire! says Glencairn with enthusiasm.\\n**I care not how he went away, for he returns\\nthe prince of Scottish song!\\nHe s here wi bonnie Jean! says Davie, as\\nhe steps aside.\\nThen strike for him\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and strike for her!\\nexclaims Glencairn.\\n(As the music sounds with spirit the air of\\n**Bonnie Jean, Burns, leading his wife, comes\\nfrom the inner room and advancing to Glen-\\ncairn seizes his hand and grasps it warmly.\\nBoth Jeannie and himself bow in respect, and\\nthen he speaks:)\\nMy noble Lord! Jeannie, my gude wife\\nmy honored patron from Edinboro the Earl o\\nGlencairn!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*The royal welcome of a grateful heart!\\nsays Jeannie, as she bows before him.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0321.jp2"}, "322": {"fulltext": "JJ90 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nYour hands, exclaims the earl. Call me\\nyour friend I ask no more. Friend is the\\nnoblest title, Brither Burns!\\nOur friend! they both exclaim.\\nAnd more than that! says Burns in grati-\\ntude. For you have made this honor possi-\\nble!\\nNay\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Blacklock\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Mackenzie\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Kobert Gra-\\nham\u00e2\u0080\u0094Hamilton.\\nNames honored in my heart forever Robert\\nanswers him.\\nTrue much merit lies in friendly acts,\\nexclaims the earl, but the real merit was\\nyour own!\\nTwas nothing, Robert answers. Went\\nfor nothing. For ten years I have been the\\nsame. Whatever poor talent I have now, in-\\nspired me then\u00e2\u0080\u0094 my heart, my mind, the same\\nand the result more of discredit than respect.\\nI wandered in the ways of men\\nAlike unknowing and unknown I\\nBut come, a cup of welcome\u00e2\u0080\u0094 then we ll\\nwaste the night till morning shines again! Sit\\ndown and let the ingle s warmth assure you\\nsuch a welcome is your own!\\nTis all we poor folks have to give, says\\nJeannie, with a gracious smile. But take it\\nfrom us wi* a love we d hae ye aye remember!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0322.jp2"}, "323": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 291\\n*Aye/ Kobert adds:\\nThe mother may forget the child\\nThat smiles so sweetly on her knee,\\nBut I ll remember thee, Glencairn,\\nAnd a that thou hast done for me!\\nThen corao again, exclaims the earl, **to\\nsocial life and Edinboro!\\nI dare not hope to do so, Kobert answers\\nhim. My place is here. Born with the lowly,\\nI shall live with the people and die with the\\npoor!\\n**But there your fancy might wing still higher\\nflights\\n-Not so\\nIn wild-wood grove let wood-lark rove\\nFor caged larks seldom sing\\nThe free erne seeks the mountain s top.\\nFor there alone he s king\\nTis so with me, and think, these hills I love\\nhave been the battle-ground of Wallace and of\\nBruce, and in their hour of need, gave to the\\nhouse of Stuart both a shelter and a welcome.\\n**Stuart!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Robert\u00e2\u0080\u0094 you forget!\\n**No I remember\u00e2\u0080\u0094 not their rights or wrongs,\\nbut that they were unfortunate!\\n0h, never let me live to see the day when\\nScotsmen standing upon Scottish soil, shall fail", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0323.jp2"}, "324": {"fulltext": "292 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nto love and reverence their heroic dead, whether\\ntheir cause were lost or won. Scotia, while in\\nthy borders lies the field of Bannockburn, for-\\never in our hearts, above all other loyalty, abides\\nour love for thee!\\n**My friend, your hand. These words do\\nhonor to our common country.\\n**Bat, answers Kobert, this is not the time\\nto speak them. Forgive me. Come sit\\ndown.\\n(They retire. Glencairn joins Jeannie by fire.\\nThe others group around it. Joey plays with\\nthe children on the floor. Willie sleeps in hal-\\nlan corner. Tam comes forward with all the\\npeasantry and beckons Kob, and speaks:)\\n**Kab, we re na sae gude, nor sae great as the\\nithers, but we ken ye as weel, and lo e ye bet-\\nter than them a\\nGude hearts, says Robert, *aye; but na\\nsae gude as I lo e ye. Brithers an frien s, I m\\nwi ye always, heart and soul!\\n(They grasp his hand and cry:)\\n**Aye! Scotland forever! Heigh!\\n**Your hands! Your hands! says Eobert.\\nThey re yours, Rab yours! An no for\\nwhat ye are, but what ye ve ever been in good\\nor ill sickness or want in sorrow an in toil!\\n**God bless ye all! says Robert feelingly.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0324.jp2"}, "325": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 293\\nFor an that a a that\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA ribbon star an a that\\nThe honest man, tho e er sae poor,\\nIs king o men for a that!\\n(Katy comes and takes his hand/;\\nFor a that\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an a that\\nHere take a kiss for a that!\\n(And Bessie, on the other side.)\\nAnither ane for a* that!\\n(Then all the lasses come forward, singing:)\\nFor a that an a that\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAn this an that an a that\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA bonnie miss is not amiss\\nWhen she can gie ye a that\\n(All kiss him.)\\n**Aha! says Tarn; y\u00c2\u00ae better look oot,\\nRab. Ye ve gotten a wife noo. I kend ye d do\\nit!\\n**Sae did I, says Katy, an we honor ye for\\nit!\\nAh, but we poor bodies, Eab? say all the\\ngirls.\\n**There, there, says Robert, giving them a\\nkiss. ril be a brither to ye!\\n(Jon, Davie and Gilbert come on with large\\nsteaming bowl of punch, which Joey places table", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0325.jp2"}, "326": {"fulltext": "294 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nto receive. Willie wakes, smells it and advances\\nwith others.)\\nBrawlie done, lads\u00e2\u0080\u0094 brawlie done, says\\nJon.\\n**Weel, says Robert:\\nLet s be merry an free\\nI ll be sad for naebody;\\nIf naebody cares for me,\\nI ll care for naebody.\\n**Ah, Rab, says Tarn, *as ye did nae gae to\\nJamaica they ve brought Jamaica here to ye!\\n(Willie hovers about the bowl and sighs.)\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*It s ma dooty Said Paul to Timothy\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMore screpter, says Tam. **He s search-\\nin for an excuse.\\nAh, weel, says Rab, **as Shakespeare says,\\n*the de il can quote Scripture to suit his pur-\\npose.\\nI have it, says Willie, as he goes up to the\\nbowl. **ril suffer in a gude cause. What I\\ndreenk will be that much spared to them.\\n*A gaes in his slot, says Tam; **an ye ve\\ngotten fivepence, Nick ll tak it.\\n**Put him out! the others cry.\\n**Not yet, says Robert. Naebody goes\\naway empty this day. As I toast, fill him full,\\n*Soop erup!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0326.jp2"}, "327": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0327.jp2"}, "328": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0328.jp2"}, "329": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 295\\n(Robert toasts a dozen different names in quick\\nsuccession while Willie drinks, filled up by Tarn\\nwith a flourish.)\\nTo my gudewife, Jeannie Burns!\\nTo my noble patron, the Earl o Glencairn!\\nTo my native land!\\nTo my dear auld mither!\\nTo a my weans and their mither!\\nTo a the women in Scotland!\\nTo a here an awa\\nTo a my friends an a my enemies!\\nTo the deil-Haley Willie! f Willie chokes\\nat this and retires.)\\nOpen the door, says Tam.\\nFall out! cry all the others. (Willie drops\\nout. All laugh as he goes.)\\nNay, lads, says Robert; that s not our\\nhospitality!\\nHoot\u00e2\u0080\u0094 toot! says Tam. It s ony just to\\ncool him aff. He ll no go far wi that load.\\nNow, Rab, gae on wi yer whigmaleeries!\\nAye, says Glencairn laughing, as he comes\\nforward. I like to hear your friendly crackin\\nLet s hae a gude talk by the winter s fire!\\nAye, aye! they all cry out.\\nYer feddle, Tam, yer feddle\\n(Tam gets it and comes down.)\\nWhat shall it be?", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0329.jp2"}, "330": {"fulltext": "296 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*A11! all! all!\\n*Naething alane\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a at once?\\nAye! A thegither!\\n(Then follows a concerted medley of Scotch\\nairs. Tarn accompanies, playing against the\\npipes. The various singers against each other,\\nwithout discord. *Jon Anderson, Bonnie\\nDoon, **Duncan Gray, **Scots wa hae, and\\nmartial airs of similar tempi. At the conclu-\\nsion low cries outside of Help! help! help!\\n(As they listen, Willie s voice is heard:)\\nHelp! help! for the love o gudeness, help!\\nSome misfortune! Eobert cries, as he starts\\nup. Come, lads, come! (They rush out and\\nreturn, assisting Willie in door, bearing Madge\\nhelpless in his arms. Both are covered with\\nsnow. They bring Madge forward.)\\nWhat calamity? exclaims Glencairn.\\nSome woman lost in the storm, Robert an-\\nswers him.\\nThe chair! cries Jean. Here, here. Not\\nby the fire! (The chair is placed in centre,\\nthe various people run for water, snow, and\\npunch from the bowl.)\\nRub her hands, an her face! they cry.\\nGive her the liquor, Robert says. She s\\nexhausted, but not frozen.\\n(All attend her. The ladies unfasten her", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0330.jp2"}, "331": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 297\\nclothes. A wreath falls out. The men take\\nWillie aside and question him.)\\nPoor girl, exclaims Glencairn. **She must\\nhave fallen in the snow.\\n**Where did ye stumble on her, Willie? asks\\nTam.\\nI staggered agin something i th path. I\\nbrought it in. The Lord be thankit!\\nWillie, says Burns, as he takes his hand,\\nye ve done one good thing at last, and we\\nforgive ye a th past!\\n**Aye, dom it, says Tam. Gae ye there,\\nan dreenk every drap i th bowl!\\n**I done ma dooty! Willie answers. Til\\ndo it again. (He drinks.)\\n**She is recovering! says the earl.\\nThank Heaven! She is! cries Jean.\\nLook up, poor lass, ye re safe!\\nStand back! says Kobert, and let me see\\nsome one may know her!\\nNae! nae! all answer him.\\nShe s speakin now says Jean, bewildered\\nlike an low. Kobin, she speaks your name!\\nRobert! they all exclaim.\\nAh Let me look Robert cries W^hy, it\\nis Madge McGowan! The friend of my poor\\nMary! She s come to seek me!\\nHow!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0331.jp2"}, "332": {"fulltext": "298 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**0h, dinna stay to speak or question me.\\nDinna ye see the mourning that she wears? It\\nis for Mary Campbell\u00e2\u0080\u0094 lost to me forever!\\n(He kneels by her side.)\\n**Frien s! cries Jean in great excitement,\\n**pray bear wi him at such a time and leave us\\nto ourselves. Dear Gilbert, will ye kindly tak\\nthem in, an come again?\\n(All bow in great respect, and Gilbert shows\\nthem to the inner rooms.)\\nMadge! Madge! My bonnie lass! cries\\nKobert wildly, as he takes her hands. **My\\nMary s friend! Speak! Speak and tell me all\\nis well! Dinna ye ken friend Kobin any more?\\nOh, Madge, dear Mary s dead!\\nI hear yer voice! she answers faintly.\\n**Aye, noo I hear it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 tis Robin!\\n**Itis! It is!\\nBut ah, ye did na answer when I ca ed, an\\nsae I ca ed an wandered on, until I fell, ex-\\nhausted on the snaw. But I ha found ye noo.\\nI found ye noo!\\n**Ye re safe! says Jean. *Toor lass, ye re\\nsafe in friendly shelter now!\\n**What kind-faced lassie s this? asks Madge.\\n**Ah, don t ye know me? Don t ye remember\\ni th barn, th night I came wi her, last Hal-\\nlowe en?", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0332.jp2"}, "333": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 1199\\nAye, now I see. You were herfriendr*\\n**Aye, Jean, aye! Robert sadly answers.\\n**Then she ll be mine! says Jean.\\n**Bless ye, dear Jean, an now o Mary.\\nSpeak! says Robert importuningly to Madge.\\n*You remember then, the night you saw her\\nin your dream?\\n**Aye! Robert answers her. **In Mossgiel\\nbarn. Her wraith-a vision of the dead! She\\nseemed my guardian muse.\\n**That week she died! cries Madge in tears.\\n**0h, Mary! Mary! Mary!\\n**She said ye d know of it, for [she had told\\nye in a dream an ye had looked upon her\\nwraith, as even in her death, her face would\\nlook on yours!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*ril ne er forget! I ll ne er forget! cries\\nRobert in despair.\\n0h, Mary, lost forever!\\n**Her dying message was her love to you, an\\nkiss for your gudewife, on your happiest day.\\nI ve waited till the time, an come to gie them\\nboth! (Madgekisses Jean, who embraces her.)\\nMy good, my bonnie lass, Robert cries,\\nwhat more?\\nSome little keepsakes that I brought, but\\nah, I ve lost em i th snaw!\\nPoor lass!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0333.jp2"}, "334": {"fulltext": "300 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n(Madge sees wreath which was dropped on\\nfloor.)\\n**Ah, but the wreath is here! It an the\\ngowans I brot frae Ayr, an carried i my breast.\\nNane could tear them frae that place, nor was\\nthere snaw enough in Scotland to stop me on\\nmy way!\\nDear Madge!\\nThey re withered now and dead, she cries,\\n*like her who gave them, but they re for ye,\\nand wi her love! (Burns takes them, kisses\\nthem and says, with great feeling:)\\n**They are scented a wi th blessing o her\\ntouch Twill cling to them until they crumble\\ninto dust, So will her memory ever be with me,\\ntill, like them, I shall cease to live!\\n**Here is her gift to ye, says Madge to Jean,\\nthese hawthorn buds from Doon. She broke\\noff every thorn.\\nBut, ah, she left the thorn wi me! sighs\\nRobert, in great grief.\\nThis frae yer try sting place on Ayr. She\\nsaid ye d know the very tree!\\n(Burns takes the wreath and bows his head.)\\nThe holy under which we used to sit! Why\\nthis is like the one I got on Halloween!\\nTwas she that gave ye that, an she that sent ye\\nthisr", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0334.jp2"}, "335": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 301\\n(Burns goes to similar wreath hung on the\\nwall, and as he does so, Jean places Madge\\nby the fire. Kobert takes both wreaths and\\ncomes forward, saying solemnly:)\\n**These Mary\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ah, now I see! The vision s\\npast! It was not all a dream It was the spirit\\nof a love that outlives life itself, immortal as its\\nmaker!\\n(Jean comes and puts her arms about him.)\\n**0h, Robert, husband, hear me speak. The\\ntime for silence now has passed. She came\\nthat night in Mossgiel harn^ to see you ere she died.\\nShe knew your sorrow, and she would na\\ngive ye more, so charged me not to tell, an\\nwent away. Oh, Robert, she was worthy of\\nyour love an faithful to the last!\\n(Burns stands a moment lost in thought, then\\nsays:)\\n**Mary, my ain, look down upon us now, but\\ndinna grieve for those you ve left behind.\\nLove does not change with death, and all\\nthrough life I ve my good Jeannie s sympathy\\n(He embraces Jean, who cries:)\\n**Robert, oh, my only love! Her love has\\nhallowed ours!\\nThen, Robert answers, **let it cost your\\nheart no pang. Mary was never mine. I was\\nnot worthy of her!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0335.jp2"}, "336": {"fulltext": "302 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**You loved her, Robert?\\n**I had been less than man, if I had not. Her\\nlove but made me better.\\nShe was your boyhood s sweetheart,\\nRobert.\\nYou are my manhood s honored wife!\\n**And still she ll be forever in your mind\\nAs you are in my heart! (Gives bouquet.)\\nWear these, this day upon your breast, for her\\nsake and for mine! (Jeannie kisses the flow-\\ners and pins them on her bosom. Robert\\nkisses her as he condacts her to her room. He\\nthen goes up to the fireplace, and hangs the\\nwreaths upon the wall. Then seeing Madge, he\\ntakes her kindly by the hand, and smooths her\\nhair and speaks to her:)\\nAnd are ye warm now, bonnie Madge? And\\nare ye well? What can I do for you, for all\\nyour faithfulness to her\u00e2\u0080\u0094 your kindness unto\\nme?\\n**0h, sir, but one thing only. She asked that\\nfor her sake, ye d tak me in your service.\\n**Ye ll never leave us. As ye were friendly\\nto dear Mary Campbell, be faithful to my dear\\nwife, Jean.\\nrd die for either! An I ll feed the\\nchuckles, an tend a th Iambics, an nurse a\\nth weans, like a mither, a my lee lang days!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0336.jp2"}, "337": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0337.jp2"}, "338": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0338.jp2"}, "339": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 303\\n(She goes out crying, at entrance door.\\nRobert, looking after her:)\\n**Ah, gudeheart, kind as leal, you re queen\\namong the best. No wonder Mary loved her!*\\n(Madge runs back in excitement of delight.)\\n0h, Maister Robin, here s what I dropped i\\nth* snaw when a the kind folks brot me in\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nfrom her to you alone! (Exits, L.)\\n(He takes a chair and sits by fire as he un-\\nwraps a book.)\\n**My God! The book on which we pledged\\nour troth. Oh I Mary, my own, in Heaven I ll\\nkeep my vow. I ll never more forget ye!\\nNever! Never! Though your death parts us\\nnow, my own shall reunite us!\\nStill o er past scenes my memory wakes,\\nAnd fondly broods wi* miser s care,\\nTime but the impression stronger makes,\\nAs streams their channels deeper wear!\\n*My Mary! Dear departed shade,\\nWhere is thy place of blissful rest?\\nSee st thou thy lover lowly laid?\\nHearest thou the groans that rend his breast?\\n(Jon and Joey Anderson come from the inte-\\nrior door, followed by Tam, with his fiddle. Jon\\nand Joey advance on either side of Robert and\\nplace their hands on his head. Tam tunes the", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0339.jp2"}, "340": {"fulltext": "304 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nviolin, by the fire. Joey kisses Kobert, and\\nboth put their arms about him, as Tam plays\\nAuld Lang Syne. Burns starts up and, with\\ngreat feeling, exclaims;)\\n**Not now, dear friends! not now! not now.\\nMind meo other things. My heart s unstrung!\\n**An dom, says Tam, *sae is me feddle! I\\ncan t play now. Here, Rab s, my hand!\\nAnd, Tam, here s mine forever!\\nAn baith are harder than our hearts! says\\nTam. Let s gae ootside an fight!\\nHaud! cries Jonny. After supper!\\nAye, Joey says. Sooper ll soon be\\nready!\\nThen give the best to Aer, says Robert.\\nTo whom?\\nThe wee bit lass that s just come in frae out\\nthe snow.\\nNay, Jonny says, she would na hold the\\nthousandth part o it.\\n(Joey goes to Rob and tries to cheer him.)\\nDinna forget, she says, the Scotch broth,\\nan the sowens; the parritch an th haggis!\\nAn Scotch whesky! says Jonny, an a\\nth ale frae Ayr.\\nAn a yer frien s an company, says Tam.\\nEh, Rab, I clean forgot! There s ane I left\\nootside!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0340.jp2"}, "341": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 306\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*Ootside?\\n**Aye, an a female, too!\\n**A female in the cold and storm?\\n**Dom, but I forgot her. Here she is (Tam\\nopens the window and his mare, Meg, sticks her\\nhead inside.)\\n**Auld Meg! they all exclaim.\\n**Aye! my gude auld naig! My bobtailed\\nfrien says Tam. (Burns goes to her and rubs\\nher fore -top).\\n**You re right to love her, Tam.\\nAye, says Tam. **For she s ne er ashamed\\nto show her face; as for her tail, that s not on\\nexheebeetion!\\n(All laugh, and Kobert gives her oatcakes.)\\n**Here s for ye, Meg. You ve done your\\nduty better than us all!\\nRight, Rab, says Tam. *She saved me\\nonce, my body and my soul, an now she makes\\nyou laugh an pass your troubles, as I passed\\nthe Boon!\\nAnither cake for that! says Robert, giving\\nit. We ll bring her in for supper.\\nEh! but, Rab, see here, I clean forgot.\\nWhat?\\nWhy a the load o presents that we brought\\nfrae yer frien s. The joy inside drove a else\\nfrom my stupid head. Ca a yer frien s. I ll", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0341.jp2"}, "342": {"fulltext": "306 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nbring the gimcracks in! (Tam rushes out,\\nJon and Joey call in company.)\\n*Tardon me, friends, says Robert to his\\nguests, **Some foolishness of Tam s.\\n(Tam sticks his head in window and calls out:)\\n**Dom, but it s na foolishness\u00e2\u0080\u0094 it s real.\\nHere, tak them in. Lay hold o that!\\n(Gilbert, Davie, Grlencairn, Katy, Elfie, girls,\\nJon and Joey take in the presents, as Tam\\nhands them through window.)\\nWhat s this? cries Robert. **The auld\\nstone punch -bowl!\\n**Aye, says Jean, **I mind it weel. Twas\\nfather made it.\\n*And see, says Burns, **it s rimmed with\\nsilver now, an an inscription s on it\\n*To Robert Burns, frae the Inns o Ayr,^\\nWith the love an compliments of\\nJon Anderson and Joey.\\n(Burns shakes their hands.)\\n**My dear auld frien s!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*An here s anither, says Tam, as he puts\\nin a model.\\n**Ah, Burns exclaims; *the auld clay biggin\\nwhere I first saw light just thirty years ago!\\n(Gilbert reads the inscription:)\\n**From the workmen of Ayr to their friend,\\nRobert Burns,**", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0342.jp2"}, "343": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 307\\n**An here s a bonnie pair! says Tarn, as he\\nhands in birds with purses in their beaks.\\n*A throstle and a lark, says Jean. **Gold\\nin the mouth of one and siller in the other!\\n(Reads:)\\n^^Frae Bobbie Burns and Davie Sillar,\\nwi a wee bit tocher for Bonnie Jean!\\n(She kisses them.)\\n**Look oot for the pecter, cries Tam as he\\nhands it in. (Davie reads:)\\n^^Coila, the Muse, Crowning the Bar dP^\\n(Burns looks at it in astonishment and ex-\\nclaims:)\\nMy dream\u00e2\u0080\u0094 reality (He reads\\nFrom Edinboro and the Earl of Glencairn.\\n(Burns takes his patron s hand and bows in\\ndeep feeling. The birds are placed on mantel,\\nthe picture hung on the wall. Girls arrange\\nthem.)\\n**An here, cries Tam, is ane for Robin s\\nhands alane. Nae ane can do it better nor\\nhimself!\\n(A decorated plough is handed in. Burns puts\\nit down, and takes position of ploughman.)", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0343.jp2"}, "344": {"fulltext": "308 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**The plough! Welcome, friend of adversity!\\nSo long as I follow you, 1*11 never want!\\n(Glencairn reads the card.)\\n^^Frae your brither farm^ers on the\\nbanks o* the Nith,^^\\n**I thank them, Kobert answers; **and shall\\nremember what the Bible says:\\n**Who will not plough by reason of the cold,\\nShall beg in harvest and have no bread.\\n**And here! says Tam,ashe enters **here s\\nthe last!\\n(Hands Burns a Masonic square and compass,\\nmade of laurel and heather, with large G of red\\nflowers in centre. Robert receives it with\\nhonors.)\\nAn who sent ye this, Rab? asks Tam.\\n**I don t know, Tam, but some one I suppose,\\nwho had the Scottish right.\\n(Davie reads inscription:)\\nFrom your brothers o Tarbolton and\\nMauchline.\\nYour brothers? ask the girls.\\n**An how mony brithers hae ye, Rab? asks\\nTam.\\n**One thousand in Ayrshire, ten thousand in", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0344.jp2"}, "345": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 309\\nScotland, and hundreds o thousands scattered\\nall over the world.\\n**Weel, says Tam in astonishment, *ac-\\ncordin to that, ye ve dang near a million\\nbrithers!\\n**Aye, Tam, it s true!\\n**An yer mither s alive! cries Tam.\\n(Madge runs in from outer door.)\\n*0h, Maister Robin Maister Robin\\n^Whatisit, Madge?\\n**A little stray, just like mysel I found it\\nstrugglin i th snaw, when I went out with th\\nbairns. (She takes a snow covered lamb from\\nunder her cloak. Jeannie receives it.\\nOh, the wee hoggie, says Tam.)\\n*It s ane o Mallie s breed, says Jean. **The\\nmither s dead, an this lamb s a* we have to\\nmind us o Rab s favorite.\\nPoor Mallie! Robert says; but we ll take\\ngood care o this for her sake. Here, Madge, ye\\nan the bairns go take it by the shepherd s ingle,\\nan warm and feed it well. It shall na want,\\nfor as they d say in Ireland, it s the last o the\\nyoioe MalliesF\\n(Madge takes it to the fire. The children\\ncaress, while she feeds it. Willie sees it pass\\nand calls:)\\nOh, bonnielambie!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0345.jp2"}, "346": {"fulltext": "BIO ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n**Baa!! says Madge, as she holds it up.\\n*Gae to the deil! says Willie, who sits and\\nsleeps.\\n(Glencairn comes forward to Eobert.)\\nKobert, he says, I see everything is wel-\\ncome under this roof, but your house is not\\nlarge enough to hold your friends!\\n*Weel, then, says Eobert feelingly, **I hope\\nit s large enough to hold my enemies! For\\nbird and beast and friend and enemy are wel-\\ncome while it s mine!\\n(Bagpipes ara heard inside.)\\n*Aye, friend, exclaims Glencairn, even\\nthe very pipes sound welcome in the hall.\\nTis well! says Burns. ^They ll teach me\\nto forget.\\n**What?\\n*The happy past!\\n**The future, Eobert, says Jeannie, as she\\ncomes to him.\\n**Aye, that I must remember! This day I\\nturn toward the coming years! This day I\\nmark for duty!\\nAn Jeannie U aye respect ye for it, Eab;\\nye ll face it like a man.\\n(As she retires Glencairn exclaims:)\\n**Eobert, your wife s all goodness, gentleness\\nand love.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0346.jp2"}, "347": {"fulltext": "ROMATSrCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 311\\nDOW\\nBeyond my poor deserts. No more for\\nTo make a happy fireside clime\\nTo weans and wife\\nThat s the true pathos and sublime\\nOf human life!\\nMy friend, exclaims Glencairn, **your\\nhand. If I have ever been your friend before,\\ncount on me doubly from this hour.\\n**I canna speak, says Robert, with great\\nfeeling, **my heart s too full Jean\\n(Jeannie advances to them.)\\n**Help me to thank our noble patron here, and\\ngreet our friends, and Scotland s honored peas-\\nantry\\nNow strike for Auld Lang Syne\\nAnd say with me the rhymes\\nI canna speak, for something stays my words.\\n(All the characters advance and surround him.\\nThe Highlanders, pipers, ladies and lasses on\\nat the back. The characters in front line.)\\nBuKNS\u00e2\u0080\u0094 My heart s o er fu an fu my hand.\\nDavie\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Sae fu o joy be Elliesland!\\nBessie\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Where faithful Scots forever stand!\\nJean **Then to our ingle welcome a\\nGlen\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Friends ne er grow cold, orfa awa\\nKaty\u00e2\u0080\u0094 **As leaves fa frae th briken shaw!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0347.jp2"}, "348": {"fulltext": "312 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nMadge\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Ne er round ye fa misfortune s\\nsnaw.\\nGilbert\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Let friendly feet sound i th ha\\nJoey\u00e2\u0080\u0094 **An love-light shine on faces braw.\\nJon **My Joey, will ye staw yer jaw?\\nElfie\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Aye, hens are still when auld cocks\\ncraw!\\nTam\u00e2\u0080\u0094 For there s na luck aboot the hoose,\\nthis spring, or next summer, or next winter or\\nnext fa\\nBurns\u00e2\u0080\u0094 **If your smiles are awa\\n(All laugh. The music strikes up and all sing\\nin grand line.)\\nFor there s nae luck about the house,\\nThere s nae luck at a\\nThere s nae gude fortune in the house\\nWhen your smiles are awa\\n(As the others dance to the air Tam is only in\\nthe middle of the verse, and finishes the music\\nin same metre in which he spoke the rhyme.\\nMusic changes to Bonnie Breastknots.\\n**Then hi the bonnie, ho the bonnie,\\nHey the bonnie housewife\\nTo Eab his Jeannie, o th monie,\\nWill make a bonnie housewife!\\n(D. C, and all dance and hey.)", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0348.jp2"}, "349": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 313\\n**Hi the boDDie, ho the bonnie,\\nHey the bonnie housewife\\nTo Rab his Jeannie brings the bonnie\\nAuld Lang Syne, my friends\\nThe auld Lang Syne,\\nTho* happy yet we ll na forget\\nThe frien s o* Auld Lang Syne!\\nAs soon as the last words fell from the\\nspeaker s lips the music struck the old familiar\\nnote, and men and women, young and old, the\\nminister and Donald s mother with the rest, and\\nall the boys and bonnie girls arose, and clasped\\neach others hands, and heart to heart and soul\\nto soul with voices blending in the feeling and\\nexulting sound, sang the inspiring song, a tribute\\nto the author dead and to his living friend. Bar-\\nbara stood clasped in Donald s arms, a smile of\\njoy upon her handsome face, and then she joined\\nthe others as they circled round the modern\\nchieftain of the clan.\\nWhen the good minister could find his voice,\\nhe, in the name of all, essayed to give the Pil-\\ngrim thanks; but Donald stayed his words.\\n**No, no! he said. **No one deserves a word\\nof thanks for doing what his duty calls on him\\nto do. I am ashamed that I\u00e2\u0080\u0094 in all these years\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094have not done more to help or bless my fel-", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0349.jp2"}, "350": {"fulltext": "314 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nlowmen. This work is only words. How poor\\nmy deeds compare for you remember well\\nwhat Shakspeare says:\\n*If to do were as easy as to say what were\\ngood to do, chapels had been churches and poor\\nmen s cottages princes palaces.\\nMy friend, replied the minister, as he took\\nthe Pilgrim s hand, **good words are worthy as\\ngood deeds. A good book is a constant friend, a\\nsermon seven days in every week, and does far\\nmore to advance the interests of the human race\\nthan all the standing armies of the world.\\nSmall as your work may seem, its mission\\nis to bless, and so we hail and prize it!\\nSee from this spot where now we stand, the\\nlight shows in my study window on the hill.\\nHere is a simile which you may keep within\\nyour memory, if not within your heart, and\\nknow you have recalled it, and since you quote\\nfrom the immortal bard in his undying words\\nI answer back:\\nHow far that little candle throws his beams!\\nSo shines a good deed in a naughty world\\nFINIS.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0350.jp2"}, "351": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0351.jp2"}, "352": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0352.jp2"}, "353": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 815\\nNOTES.\\nI.\\nA ROMANCE of the life and loves of a celebrity\\nlike Robert Burns, which pictures **Highland\\nMary, Bonnie Jean, and many notable but\\nunknown characters, naturally excites some\\nquestion as to the truthfulness of the portraits\\ngiven and the reality of scenes described.\\nRegarding the Arcadian country and the peo-\\nple of the first book of the story, a few words\\nmay be said\\nThe pastoral is purely an imaginative work,\\nbut those who care to visit the romantic hills of\\nRockland which overlook the Hudson may find\\nthe real scenes as sketched in Donald s narrative\\nthe mountain peaks, hills, valleys, streams,\\nfields, roads and lanes the very trees, school-\\nhouse, old church and burial-ground, but of the\\nhappy people\u00e2\u0080\u0094 save some half-forgotten name\\n.upon a gravestone he will find no trace.\\nAs to the Scottish scenes and characters of", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0353.jp2"}, "354": {"fulltext": "316 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nthe Dramatic Second Part\u00e2\u0080\u0094 they are intended\\nto be faithful pictures of past days the person-\\nages, some real and some\u00e2\u0080\u0094 as **Madge mere\\nchildren of the brain, but the scenes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 thanks\\nto the courtesy of Margary Stuart\u00e2\u0080\u0094 are photo-\\ngrahically and historically correct.\\nIL\\nAt a meetmg of the Scottish Society, held\\nin Assembly Hall, Fifth Avenue, New York, on\\nBurns birthday, 1899, Andrew Carnegie made\\nan interesting and characteristic address, in\\nwhich he stated, among other things, that\\nNothing new could now be said regarding\\nEobert Burns.\\nAs an answer the author of this romance sent\\nhim the beautiful poem by Eobert Reid, of Mon-\\ntreal which was published in this city on that\\nday, and which\u00e2\u0080\u0094 together with the glowing\\ntribute of the late Colonel Ingersoll\u00e2\u0080\u0094 is given on\\nanother page.\\nAdded to these was promised this work\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a\\nlabor of love for all Americans and Scotsmen\\neverywhere\u00e2\u0080\u0094 which, as will be seen, is dedi-\\ncated to Mr. Carnegie, recalling that occasion\\nwhen **the heather was on fire and friendly\\nScots joined hands for Auld Lang Syne.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0354.jp2"}, "355": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 317\\nIII.\\nThat the character of the good **old minister\\nis not entirely imaginary may be gathered from\\nthe following letter which relates to Barbara s\\nmanuscript of Donald Stuart s story:\\n**Feiend and Fellow Pilgrim: I thank you\\nfor your mark of confidence and trusting in my\\njudgment of your work.\\n*As promised, I have read and carefully re-\\nviewed your so-called Sinner s Sermon, being\\nmuch struck by the introduction of Robert\\nBurns and his walks and talks with Mary from\\ntheir first love scene till the triumphal end.\\n**The quality of the book is of the very best.\\nThe spirit of the Eternal drifts through it, and\\nI think you will believe me when I say the true,\\nstrong and great writer is back of the work and\\nin it.\\nAnd now, dear brother soldier, may Heaven\\ngive you more good thoughts, to weave in help-\\nful stories, making your life useful by service,\\nand keeping you mindful of the thought that\\nHe leads ever in the right.\\nSincerely yours, J. R.\\nIV.\\nThe drama of **Bonnie Doon, which com-\\nprises the entire Second Book, has been pre-", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0355.jp2"}, "356": {"fulltext": "318 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\npared especially for stage production and is pro-\\ntected by copyright in Europe and America.\\nTo those eminent artists, Mr. E. H. Sothern,\\nMr. and Mrs. Thomas Whiffen, Mr. Joseph\\nHaworth, Mr. F. F. Mackay, Kobert Mantell,\\nand Robert McWade, as well as to that success-\\nful dramatist and producer, Mr. David Belasco,\\nthe author has been obliged for flattering en-\\ndorsements of this play. The same applies to\\nMr. and Mrs. Edwin Knowles, of the Fifth\\nAvenue Theatre, and gratefully to Miss Ellen\\nTerry and Sir Henry Irving.\\nIts production in the near future will be under\\nspecial supervision and with appropriate scenes\\nand cast.\\nV.\\nThe editor of these notes from Barbara s rec-\\nords has discovered\u00e2\u0080\u0094 like many others, doubt-\\nless\u00e2\u0080\u0094that the human race is a great family of\\ncritics. Know-alls are plentiful in all localities\\niconoclasts abound. What one, by careful\\nthought and patient toil builds in a year, thou-\\nsands are ready to demolish in a day.\\nOne of this kind, who seems to have been the\\nColumbus Cant, and Holy Willie of the\\nstory, is much in evidence in the following let-\\nter, which exhibits a critical spirit quite in con-\\ntrast to the friendly words of Donald Stuart s\\nother correspondents.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0356.jp2"}, "357": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0357.jp2"}, "358": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0358.jp2"}, "359": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 319\\nThis is the brief but caustic epistle, and the\\nequally short and sarcastic reply:\\nDonald Stuart:\\n**Sir: I hear you have written a book. Even\\nas your worst enemy I could wish you no worse\\nfate.\\nO, that mine adversary had written a hookP^\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Job.\\n**Having committed suicide you save me from\\nexterminating you by other means. You call\\nme Pharisee. I call you a fool\\nNow write this title down and your readers\\nwill find more truth in it than in your descrip-\\ntion of people you never knew and scenes you\\nnever saw\\nRemember\\nAll liars shall have their part in the lake which\\nhurnetK\\nRevelations.\\nSogood-by, C. C.\\nC. C.:\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSir: You hear aright. I have written a book\\nwhose best recommendation is that characters\\nlike yours do not figure largely in its pages.\\nWith some sorrow I acknowledge that the\\nname you give me is deserved since I waste\\nwords on you.\\nYour criticism of my descriptions is some-\\nwhat correct, but scarcely reciprocal, as I have", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0359.jp2"}, "360": {"fulltext": "320 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nhad more charity for your detailed accounts of\\nHeaven\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a country you have never seen, and-\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nsins considered never will see.\\n**The burning lake you have such faith in,\\nis probably more in your way, and in good time,\\nno doubt, you will receive your much deserved\\nand proper *part.\\n**A long farewell. D. S.\\nVI.\\nOn Sunday, October 15, 1899, an old man,\\nwho evidently wished to verify, by visiting local-\\nities in this romance, climbed the hill east of\\nPomona and looked around him on the countless\\nfruit trees in the orchards of Rockland.\\nThrough the blue haze, in every direction,\\nred apples glistened in the sun and, mingling\\nwith the tinted foliage, made a fairy scene\\nthrough which the old man seemed to wander\\nin a dream.\\nPassing up the hills he turned at the cross-\\nroads and walked towards the English church,\\nfrom which he saw the country people going\\nhome. Following some of these along the east-\\nward road he came to the descent into the great\\nvalley which is bounded by Torne peak, the\\nIndian Hill and Highlands bordering on the\\nriver of the North.\\nBeyond this point, he went down by different", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0360.jp2"}, "361": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 321\\nroads towards the south until he came to Scot-\\nland Hill and other scenes surrounding what had\\nonce been Donald Stuart s home.\\nSurveying all these places slowly, as if com-\\nmuning with them in affectionate regard, he\\npassed the schoolhouse, then the burying-\\nground where a young man and woman strolled\\nabout and talked of love and, finally, he sat\\ndown under the great red oak, where **Joan\\nand **Diccon sat that summer day, by the\\nSeceders church, and, as he rested, he solilo-\\nquized\\n**Again Fve seen them all the old, familiar,\\nfriendly scenes the ones I knew and those my\\nfriend described. They are still here. They do\\nnot go, like those who peopled them, to the\\ngreat city yonder. No, Nature s home, love s\\npeaceful haunts and the eternal hills belong to\\nGod! Forever, and forever they remain, but of\\nthe old-time people there is left but one and his\\nvoice never will be heard again in yonder little\\nchurch!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0361.jp2"}, "362": {"fulltext": "322 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nROBERT BURNS ON HIS DEATH-BED.\\nBy Robert Reid, Montreal.\\n[Prize poem of 1899, to which the Kinnear Silver Wreath was\\nawarded by the North American United Caledonian Association.]\\nLife s day draws near the gloaming,\\nIts heat and burden dune,\\nAnd a its dear delusions\\nI maun relinquish sune;\\nSune will auld Mither Scotland\\nThe bard that lo es her tyne,\\nAnd hear her loves and praises sung\\nBy ither tongues than mine.\\nLand o the sturdy thistle,\\nAnd winsome heather bell,\\nThou wants nae quavering minstrel\\nThy pith and pride to tell;\\nBut strong within his bosom\\nThe tide of song should flow\\nWho dares to voice thy doughty deeds\\nAnd dreams of long ago!\\nSo well d in mine the music\\nThat broke in waves of fire,\\nWhen in the flush of manhood\\nI swept the patriot-lyre;\\nAnd though my failing fingers\\nNow feebler echoes wake.\\nFain would their hinmaist effort be\\nFor dear auld Scotland s sake.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0362.jp2"}, "363": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0363.jp2"}, "364": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0364.jp2"}, "365": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 323\\nO dinna steek that shutter\\nAnd keep the licht awa\\nBut owre me in its glory\\nLet ilka sunbeam fa\\nFor in the Vale of Shadows\\nWhere I sae sune maun be,\\nThe bonnie heartsome Simmer Snn\\nWill shine nae mair for me.\\nBlithe hae I been to see him\\nCome owre the hills at morn,\\nOr in the eenin gildin*\\nWi liquid gowd, the corn;\\nWhen neath his bauld caresses\\nDame Nature beam d wi joy,\\nAnd ilka thing that breath d was glad,\\nAnd nane mair glad than I.\\nThen, rapt in poet-ardor,\\nEnchanted ground I trod,\\nAs in my heart, sweet-singin*,\\nI heard the voice of God\\nHis warks were a about me,\\nI sang whate er I saw,\\nFor man and beast, and flow r and stream,\\nI lo ed them, ane and a\\nNoo, like a wauf o winter\\nThat comes afore its time,\\nThe warld s breath has chilled me.\\nAnd kill d me in my prime;\\nDark clouds obscure the visions\\nGar d a my being thrill.\\nAnd in my cauld and flutterin breist\\nThe heavenly voice is still.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0365.jp2"}, "366": {"fulltext": "324 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nO, talents lichtly cared for,\\nAnd noo ayont reca\\nHow, like a reckless spendthrift\\nI ve cuist my walth awa\\nWhat can I gie for answer\\nWhen the dread Voice I hear\\nThat o my thriftless stewardship\\nIn thunder- tones 11 spier?\\nSweet lass, whase steps like music\\nSlips the lown chamber thro*,\\nWhase touch is like an angel s\\nUpon my burn in broo,\\nO frae the paths of virtue\\nNe er let that fitstep stray.\\nAnd for a heavenly licht to guide\\nThis heart will ever pray.\\nAnd bairns my blessings on ye!\\nYe II sune be left your lane,\\nWi* life s sair darg afore ye\\nIn God s name act like Men I\\nAbune a fame or fortune\\nFor this my bosom yearns.\\nThat man for honest worth should prize\\nThe sons of Robert Burns\\nDear Jean, the nicht grows eerie,\\nI wat I ll slumber sune;\\nO lay your loof in mine, luve,\\nAs ye sae aft hae dune;\\nMiss Jessie Lewars.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0366.jp2"}, "367": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS. 325\\nAn on that faithfu bosom\\nLet this worn cheek recline,\\nThat for a heart- beat I may pree\\nThe raptures o lang syne.\\nbonnie was the burnside,\\nAnd fair the sylvan scene,\\nWhere, neath the budding hawthorn,\\nI trysted wi my Jean\\nAn as I fondly clasp d her\\nA bliss beyond compare\\n1 trow the munelicht never shone\\nOn sic a happy pair\\nSinsyne, I ve tried her sairly.\\nBut gude and true she s been\\nAnd for a that s come and gane yet\\nShe s still my Bonnie Jean\\nThere s nane in a braid Scotland\\nThat s half sae dear to me.\\nAnd ne er a hand but this dear hand\\nShall close my weary e e.\\nThen fare ye weel, my ain Jean,\\nMy first joe and my last.\\nThrough ilka neuk in Scotland\\nOur names entwin d hae pass d\\nAnd think na that she slichts us,\\nOr sune forgot we ll be\\nA bunder year will but increase\\nHer pride in you and me\\nBut now on Life s illusions\\nMaun close these ee n o mine,\\nAnd to the Fount it sprang frae\\nMy soul I maun resign;", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0367.jp2"}, "368": {"fulltext": "326 ROMANCE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nGreat Being in whose presence\\nEre morning I may stand,\\nReach from the dark to guide me through.\\nThine everlasting Hand\\nBIRTHPLACE OF ROBERT BURNS.\\n[This poem was written by Robert G. IngersoU in 1878, while\\nhe was at the birthplace of Robert Burns, in Scotland, whither\\nhe had gone to collect material for a lecture on the ploughman\\nbard.]\\nThough Scotland boasts a thousand names\\nOf patriot, king and peer.\\nThe noblest, grandest of them all\\nWas loved and cradled here;\\nHere lived the gentle peasant prince,\\nThe loving cotter king,\\nCompared with whom the greatest lord\\nIs but a titled thing.\\nTis but a cot roofed in with straw,\\nA hovel made of clay\\nOne door shuts out the snow and storm,\\nOne window greets the day.\\nAnd yet I stand within this room\\nAnd hold all thrones in scorn,\\nFor here, beneath this lowly thatch,\\nLove s sweetest bard was born.\\nWithin this hallowed hut I feel\\nLike one who clasps a shrine,\\nWhen the glad lips at last have touched\\nThe something deemed divine.\\nAnd here the world, through all the years,\\nAs long as day returns,\\nThe tribute of its love and tears\\nWill pay to Robert Burns.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0368.jp2"}, "369": {"fulltext": "burns mausoleum, dumfrip:s, where the barh is buried.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0369.jp2"}, "370": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0370.jp2"}, "371": {"fulltext": "SPIRIT OF THE SCOTS.\\nTHE SCHOOLHOUSE SONG AND CHORUS.\\nBy the Author of this Romance, for Musical and Festival\\nOccasions.\\nSOLO. Air\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Var\\nWatch on Rhine.\\nChorus Air:\\nScots wa hae.\\nThe Spirit of the Scots survives,\\nIt springs from hallowed memories,\\nIt has ten thousand thousand lives-\\nIt still survives It still survives\\nHark the call from Highland brae.\\nThe pibroch s sound, the bard s wild lay,\\nThe echoed shouts of Scots wa hae,\\nFor Caledonia Free\\nSOLO.\\nChorus Air:\\nAnnie Laurie.\\nTriumphant over ages gone,\\nGhosMike and gray, and worn and wan,\\nOut of the past it marches on,\\nLike sorrows gone like sorrows gone.\\nWhile Bruce still leads the way.\\nAnd Wallace name s the cry,\\nAs at Bannockburn in glory.\\nFor auld Scotland we would die.\\nSOLO.\\nChorus Air: 1\\nBonnie Doon.\\nAcross the present, day by day\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWith dauntless tread and potent sway.\\nToward the future far away,\\nOn, day by day and day by day I\\nBy Burns loved Ayr and Bonnie Doon,\\nBy Scott s fair Tweed and Byron s Dee,\\nIn romance, song or minstrels tune,\\nThy Sons, dear Scotia, turn to thee\\nSOLO.\\nChorus Air:\\n*AULD Lang Syne.\\nIn that unknown and silent land\\nWhere honored heroes take their stand,\\nAnd peace and love go hand in hand, [mandj\\nAt Heaven s command! At Heaven s com-\\nFor Auld Lang Syne they wait\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFor Auld Lang Syne\\nScotland Forever! nation great\\nFor Auld Lang Syne!", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0371.jp2"}, "372": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0372.jp2"}, "373": {"fulltext": "Call it not vaiu they do not eiT\\nWho say, that when the poet dies\\nMute Nature mourns her worshipptu-,\\nAnd celebrates his obsequies.\\nWho say tall cliff and cavern lone\\nFor the departed bard make moan,\\nThat mountains weep in crystal rill,\\nThat flowers in tears of balm distil,\\nThro his loved groves that breezes sigh.\\nAnd oaks, in deeper groans, reply\\nAnd rivers teach their rushing wave\\nTo murmur dirges round his grave.\\nSin Walter Scott.", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0373.jp2"}, "374": {"fulltext": "31 .77-1", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0374.jp2"}, "375": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0375.jp2"}, "376": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0376.jp2"}, "377": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0377.jp2"}, "378": {"fulltext": "Deacidified using the Bookkeeper process.\\nNeutralizing agent: Magnesium Oxide\\nTreatment Date: March 2009\\nPreservationTechnologies\\nA WORLD LEADER IN COLLECTIONS PRESERVATION\\n111 Thomson Park Drive\\nCranberry Township, PA 1 6066\\n(724)779-2111", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0378.jp2"}, "379": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2174", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0379.jp2"}, "380": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3711", "width": "2427", "jp2-path": "romanceofrobertb00temp_0380.jp2"}}