The complete works of Robert Burns : containing his poems, songs, and correspondence . in my hands, andwho could tiifle with such a deposit ? I can easily fancy a more agreeable companionfor my journey of life; but, upon my honour, Ihave never seen the individual instance. Circumstanced as I am, I could never havegot a female partner for life, who could haveentered into my favourite studies, relished myfavourite authors, &c., without probably entail-ing on mo at the same time expensive living,fantastic caprice, perhaps apish affectation, withall the other blessed boarding-school acquire-ments,
The complete works of Robert Burns : containing his poems, songs, and correspondence . in my hands, andwho could tiifle with such a deposit ? I can easily fancy a more agreeable companionfor my journey of life; but, upon my honour, Ihave never seen the individual instance. Circumstanced as I am, I could never havegot a female partner for life, who could haveentered into my favourite studies, relished myfavourite authors, &c., without probably entail-ing on mo at the same time expensive living,fantastic caprice, perhaps apish affectation, withall the other blessed boarding-school acquire-ments, which Cpardonnez moi, Madame,) aresometimes to be found among females of tlioupper ranks, but almost universally pervade themisses of the would-be gentry. I like your way in your church-yard lucubra-tions. Thoughts that are the spontaneous resultof accidental situations, cither respecting health,place, or comiiany, have often a strength, andalways an originality, that would in vain belook(,d for in fancied circumstances aiul studiedparagraphs. For me, I Iiave often thought of. ayea ay frpm an Ori^nal Pamttug. jg,!js AMI® uism (S-miv.: OF ROBERT BURNS. 295 keeping a letter, in progression by nio, to semiyou when the sheet was written out. Now Italk of sheets, I must tell you, my reason forwriting to you on paper of this kind is my pru-riency of writing to you at large. A page ofl)Ost is on such a dis-social, narrow-minded scale,that I cannot abide it; and donlilu letters, atleast in my miscellaneous reverie manner, are amonstrous tax in a close correspondence. R. B. 0it$. Uunlop. [Mrs. Miller of Dalswinton was a lady of beauty and talent: sheMTOte verses with skill and taste. Her maiden name was JeanLindsay.] Elltsland, \Qth August, 1788. I AM in a fine disposition, my honoured friend,to send you an elegiac epistle; and want onlygenius to make it quite Shenstouian:— Why droops my heart with fancied wees forlorn iWhy sinks my soul, beneath each
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