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Rosebery's Inspired Tribute to Robert Burns

"Try and reconstruct Burns as hs $rs5-a peasant born in a cottage that no sanitary inspector in these days would tolerate for a moment; struggling with desperate effort against pauperism, almost in vain; scratching at scraps of learning in the intervals of toil, as it were, with his teeth; a heavy, silent lad, proud of his plow.

"All of a sudden, without preface or warning, he breaks out into exquisite song like a nightingale from the woodbrush, and continues singing as sweetly in nightingale pauses, until he dies. The nightingale sings because he cannot help it; he can only sing exquisitely becau'se he knows no other way.

"So it was with Burns. What is this but inspiration? One can no more measure or reason about it than measure or reason about Niagara. Ffis verses go straight to'thc heart of every home, they appeal to every father and mother; but that is only the beginning, perhaps the foundation of his sympathy. There is something for everybody in Burns. His universality makes his poems a treasurehouse in which all may find what they want. Every wayfarer on the journey of life may pluck strength and courage from it as he pauses. The sore, the weary, the wounded will all find something to heal and soothe. For this great master is the universal Samaritan. Where the priest and the Levite may have passed by in vain, this eternal heart will still afford resource.

"Like the growth of the earth he is the fruit of all seasons, the accident of a thousand accidents, a living mystery moving through the seen to the unseen; he is sown in dishonor; he is matured under all the varieties of heat and cold, in mists and wrath, in snow and vapors, in the melancholy of autumn, in the torpor of winter as well as in the fragrance of summer, or the balmy affluence of spring, its breath, its sunshine; at the end he is reaped, the product not of one climate but of all, not of good alone but of sorrow, perhaps mellowed and ripened, perhaps stricken and withered and sour. How, then, shall we judge anyone? I{ow, at any rate, shall we judge a giant, great in gifts and great in temptation; great in strength and great in weakness? Let us glory in his strength and be comforted in his weakness; and when we thank heaven for the inestimable gift of Burns, we do not need to remember wherein he was imperfect; we can not bring ourselves to regret that he was made of the same clay as ourselves."

Premcrture

"IIow old is this boy?" asked the conductor.

"Ife's just four."

"IIe looks more than four to me."

"Can I help it if he worries?"

Ode On Solitude By Alexcnder Pope, Age Twelve

Happy the man whose rvish and care

A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread

Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, fn winter, fire.

Blest, who can unconcernedly find, Hours, days, and years glide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day.

Sound sleep by night; study and ease

Together mixed, sweet recreation; And innocence which most does please, With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented, let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.

A Sliqht Error

Mr. and Mrs. Newrich were staying at an expensive and exclusive seaside hotel. One evening, in a group, the conversation turned to music, and Mozart was mentioned.

"What a coincidence !" said Mrs. Newrich. "Only this morning f saw Mr. Mozart and his wife on the No, 5 bus going down to the treach."

A dreadful silence followed.

As soon as they were alone together, her irritated husband jumped all over her. "I told you," he said, "Not to talk about things unless you know what you're talking about."

"But what did I do wrong?" she wanted to kriow.

"How dumb you are," he said. "You've been down here long enough to know that the No. 5 bus doesn't go down to the beach."

A Fighting Thought

At the end of the fifth round the heavyweight fighter staggered to his corner, dazed and battered. manager whispered in his ear:

His

"I've got a great idea ,Slugger," he said. "If you do it, you may win this fight yet."

"What is it?" asked the fighter through bruised lips.

"Next time he hits you," the manager said, "HIT HIM BACK.''