BURNS AND BEECHER.

Thames Star, Volume VII, Issue 2058, 9 August 1875, Page 3

BURNS AND BEECHER.

[The following poem was written by Mrs J. Webb, of Scotland, sixteen years ago, on the occasion of the appointment of Henry Ward Beecher to lecture at the celebration of Burns' 100 th anniversary, January, 1859:] I learn the tack has fan to you To gie the bard o 1 Ayr his due; But use him weel, He kept'iweoh Charity in Tiew, B'en for the Do'il.

Hit few sma' fau'ts to need na tell; Folks say ye're no o'er quid yoursel j But De'il may care j Gin yore half at gyiid as Bab, We'll aik nae mair.

Then dinna seek to find a flaw,. But o'er his fau'ts a mantle thraw!

And leave the rost To Him who made and tried the heart: He kens the best.

A century hence, and who can tell Wnat may befa' your canhie sel' ? Some holy preacher May tak' the cudgil's up for ano Cad Harry Beecher.

I ha'e na doubt ye'd like to ken Wha' 'tis that tnk's the anld quill pen

To write this rhyme ; The knowlodge w»d be little worth— I'm past my prime.

But when a lassie, young and fair, I'to wandered oft by bonnio Ayr

Wi' beartsome glco, 'Ere fate's stern mandate sent me forth Far o'er,the sen.

Still, Scotia's hills and Scotia's plains, Her poets and her poet's strains, - - To me are dear— A desert *pring within my heart— They claim a tear. —Grey River Argus.