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Authors: Robert Burns
While the surface and formal, linguistic energy of these early Ayrshire epistles is cheerful and, even, boisterous, almost all of them are marked with a degree of black anxiety about not only the external social, economic and political forces acting on his achieving identity and recognition as a true poet but the often anarchic, even chaotic, internal forces which, while creatively necessary, were incompatible with the prudence and self-restraint necessary for a secure existence. Or, as he brilliantly defined it, in
The Vision
:
Had I to guid advice but harket,
I might, by this, hae led a market,
Or strutted in a Bank and clarket
      My Cash-Account;
While here, half-mad, half-fed, half-sarket,
      Is a' th' amount.
This epistle was written in the winter of 1785â6. Smith was (ll. 163â74) a key member of the âram-stam boys'. This testosterone charged group, especially Gavin Hamilton, were in constant conflict with the ministry. Burns's comment on Smith being small but perfectly formed (ll. 13â18) may be partly a response to clerical condemnation of his friend. The extent of Smith's friendship also extended to Jean Armour. Burns was to order from Smith, then a partner in a Calico works, his first present for Jean: â 'tis my first present to her since I have irrevocably called her mine, and I have a kind of whimsical wish to get it from an old and much valued friend of hers and mine, a Trusty Trojan, on whose friendship I count myself possessed on a life-rent lease' (Letter 237). The âTrusty Trojan' was his sole Mauchline friend as the dispute with the Armour family deepened.
McGuirk (âLoose Canons: Milton and Burns, Artsong and Folk-song',
Love and Liberty
, pp. 317â20) has drawn attention to parallels between this poem and Milton's
Lycidas
as a poem which not only âaddresses issues of friendship and bereavement, fame and obscurity, poetic immortality and premature death' but also includes a harsher satire on corrupt religiosity (ll. 151â68) and on the capricious, lethal intrusions of blind fate into human life.
The central dialectic of the poem is based on Burns's chronic anxiety, equally pervasive in his letters, about the problematic nature of forging a poetic identity for himself. At this particular point in his life he was considering trying âfate in guid, black prent' and the poem charts his disbelief that even the printed page will grant him the laurel bow of poetic immortality so that the poem celebrates the compensatory, rural, russet-coated anonymous rhyming funster (ll. 31â6). The black star of ill-luck, his sense of being under a Job-like curse, is, however, not so easily dismissed. The pervasive melancholy of Gray's
Elegy Written in a
Country Churchyard
alluded to in ll. 59â60, âI'll lay me with th' inglorious dead,/Forgot and gone!' suggests also Gray's line âSome mute inglorious Milton here may rest' as his own fate. Also, as in contemporary English sentimental poetry, Burns makes the equation between the inability of the poet to become socially visible with the similar fate of the mass of the common people not to appear as individually identifiable in the stream of history. Thus the poem links Burns the invisible poet, with not only Burns the impoverished, unknown farmer but the mass of the people who are neither to be identified nor rewarded by history. Life is appallingly ill-divided between the poor and the over-rewarded rich (ll. 127â38). Dempster (l. 133) known as âHonest George' Dempster was a Whig M.P. for Forfar Burghs 1761â90 and an agricultural improver. Pitt, at this stage in his prime-ministerial career, was the object of Burns's approval; it was he in the darkening 1790s, not Burns, who was to change political identity. As well as this fatalistic sense in the poem of political and economic forces too strong to be resisted, Burns in ll. 109â14 mentions his own Shandean proclivities for eccentric forward motion wholly unconducive to making a prosperous, if not a poetic, life.
 First printed in the Kilmarnock edition, 1786.
Thoughts, words, and deeds, the Statute blames with reason;
But surely Dreams were ne'er indicted Treason.
Â
On reading, in the public papers, the Laureate's Ode with the other parade of June 4th, 1786, the Author was no sooner dropt asleep, than he imagined himself transported to the Birth-day Levee; and, in his dreaming fancy, made the following Address: âÂ
 GUID-MORNIN to your MAJESTY!
        May Heaven augment your blisses,
On ev'ry new
Birth-day
ye see,
        A humble Poet wishes!
(changed from Bardie in 1793)
5
My Bardship here, at your Levee,
        On sic a day as this is,
such
Is sure an uncouth sight to see,
        Amang thae Birth-day dresses
among they
                Sae fine this day.
so
 Â
10
I see ye're complimented thrang,
busily
        By monie a
lord
an'
lady
;
many
âGod Save the King' 's a cuckoo sang
song
        That's unco easy said ay:
mighty
The
Poets
, too, a venal gang,
15
        Wi' rhymes weel-turn'd an' ready,
well-
Wad gar you trow ye ne'er do wrang,
would make, think, wrong
        But ay unerring steady,
                 On sic a day.
such
 Â
For me! before a Monarch's face,
20
       Ev'n
there
I winna flatter;
will not
For neither Pension, Post, nor Place,
        Am I your humble debtor:
So, nae reflection on YOUR GRACE,
no
Your Kingship to bespatter;
25
There's monie
waur
been o' the Race,
many worse
        And aiblins
ane
been better
maybe one
                  Than You this day.Â
'Tis very true, my sovereign King,
        My skill may weel be doubted;
well
30
But
Facts
are chiels that winna ding,
fellows, will not be upset
        And downa be disputed:
cannot
Your
royal nest
, beneath
Your
wing,
        Is e'en right reft and clouted,
torn & patched
And now the third part o' the string,
35
         An' less, will gang about it
go
               Than did ae day.
oneÂ
Â
Far be't frae me that I aspire
from
        To blame your Legislation,
Or say, ye wisdom want, or fire
40
       To rule this mighty nation:
But faith! I muckle doubt, my SIRE,
much
        Ye've trusted 'Ministration
To chaps wha in a
barn
or
byre
who
        Wad better fill'd their station,
45
              Than
courts
yon day. Â
And now Ye've gien auld
Britain
peace,
given old
        Her broken shins to plaister;
plaster
Your sair taxation does her fleece,
sore
        Till she has scarce a tester:
sixpence
50
For me, thank God, my life's a
lease
,
a tenant farm lease
        Nae
bargain
wearin faster,
no
Or faith! I fear, that, wi' the geese,
        I shortly boost to pasture
must
                I' the craft some day. Â
55
I'm no mistrusting
Willie Pit
,
        When taxes he enlarges,
(An'
Will's
a true guid fallow's get,
good, breed
        A Name not Envy spairges),
bespatters
That he intends to pay your
debt
,
60
        An' lessen a' your charges;
But, God sake! let nae
saving fit
no
        Abridge your bonie
Barges
handsome
                 An'
Boats
this day. Â
Adieu, my LIEGE! may Freedom geck
sport
65
 Beneath your high protection;
An' may Ye rax Corruption's neck,
       And gie her for dissection!
give
Â
But since I'm here I'll no neglect,
        In loyal, true affection,
70
To pay your QUEEN, wi' due respect,
        My fealty an' subjection
                This great Birth-day.
Hail,
Majesty most Excellent
!
        While Nobles strive to please Ye,
75
Will Ye accept a Compliment,
        A simple Bardie gies Ye?
gives
Thae bonie Bairntime, Heav'n has lent,
that pretty brood
        Still higher may they heeze Ye
hoist
In bliss, till Fate some day is sent,
80
        For ever to release Ye
                Frae Care that day.
from
 Â
For you, young Potentate o' Wales,
        I tell your
Highness
fairly,
Down Pleasure's stream, wi' swelling sails,
85
I'm tauld ye're driving rarely;
told, unusually well
But some day ye may gnaw your nails,
        An' curse your folly sairly,
sorely
That e'er ye brak
Diana's pales
,
break
        Or rattl'd dice wi'
Charlie
90
                By night or day. Â
Yet aft a ragged
Cowte's
been known,
colt
        To mak a noble
Aiver
;
make, old horse
So, ye may doucely fill a Throne,
soberly
        For a' their clish-ma-claver:
gossip
95
There, Him at Agincourt wha shone,
who
        Few better were or braver;
And yet, wi' funny, queer Sir John,
1
        He was an unco shaver
a great madcap
               For monie a day.
many
  Â
100
For you, right rev'rend Osnaburg,
        Nane sets the
lawn-sleeve
sweeter,
none, becomes
Altho' a ribban at your lug
ribbon, ear
        Wad been a dress compleater:
would
Â
As ye disown yon paughty dog,
proud
105
 That bears the Keys of Peter,
Then swith! an' get a
wife
to hug,
        Or trowth, ye'll stain the
Mitre
in truth
                Some luckless day.
Young, royal TARRY-BREEKS, I learn,
110
         Ye've lately come athwart her;
A glorious
Galley
, stem an' stern
        Weel rigg'd for
Venus barter
;
2
well
But first hang out that she'll discern
        Your
hymeneal Charter
;
115
Then heave aboard your
grapple-airn
,
grappling iron
        An', large upon her
quarter
,
                  Come full that day. Â
Ye, lastly, bonie blossoms a',
        Ye
royal Lasses
dainty,
120
Heav'n mak you guid as weel as braw,
good, well, fair
        An' gie you
lads
a-plenty:
give
But sneer na
British-boys
awa!
not, away
        For Kings are unco scant ay,
greatly scarce
An' German-gentles are but sma',
small
125
         They're better just than
want ay
                On onie day.
any
 Â
God bless you a'! consider now,
        Ye're unco muckle dautet;
greatly fussed over
But ere the
course
o' life be through,
130
         It may be bitter sautet:
salted
An' I hae seen their
coggie
fou,
have, plate full
        That yet hae tarrow't at it;
shown reluctance
But or the
day
was done, I trow,
believe
        The laggen they hae clautet
bottom, have scraped
135
                Fu' clean that day.Â
Byron must have read this with admiration; he himself never wrote anything funnier or, amidst the laughter, landed on the Hanoverians, he also so loathed, so many palpable hits. Describing it as a âdream' allows Burns, as in the headquote, to claim its non-serious nature and intent. It also, of course, allows him direct, deadly access as âhumble poet' into the royal birthday levee.
George's birthday on 4th June 1786 had been celebrated by the laureate, Thomas Warton with a Pindaric ode. Burns's almost immediate response to this sycophantic work enabled him to insert the poem into the Kilmarnock edition. These were not the sentiments of a complicit âheaven taught ploughman' and Mrs Dunlop was quick to warn him as to the commercial consequences of such satire. On 26th February 1787 she wrote to him urging that A Dream should be excluded from the second edition:
I ought to have told you that numbers at London are learning Scots to read your book, but they don't like your address to the King, and say it will hurt the sale of the rest. Of this I am no judge. I can only say there is no piece ⦠I would vote to leave out, tho' several where I would draw my pen over the lines, or spill the ink glass over a verse. (
Robert Burns and Mrs Dunlop
, ed. William Wallace (London: 1898), p. 11)
Burns's response was peremptory and unyielding:Â
Your criticisms, Madam I understand very well, and could have wished to have pleased you better. You are right in your guesses that I am not very amenable. Poets, much my superiors, have so flattered those who possessed the adventitious qualities of wealth and power that I am determined to flatter no created being, either in prose or verse, so help me God. I set as little by kings, lords, clergy, critics, &c as all these respectable Gentry do by my Bardship. I know what I may expect from the world, by and by, illiberal abuse and contemptuous neglect: but I am resolved to study the sentiments of a very respectable Personage, Milton's Satan â Hail horrors! Hail infernal world!
  Â
I am happy, Madam, that some of my favourite pieces are distinguished by you're particular approbation. For my DREAM which has unfortunately incurred your loyal dis-pleasure, I hope in four weeks time or less to have the honour of appearing, at Dunlop, in it's defence in person (Letter 98).Â
It is hard to see what sort of convincing defence Burns could have mounted concerning the danger to his incipient poetic career with regard to the flagrantly disloyal, anti-Hanoverian elements of this poem. Beginning with the general weakened fiscal state of the nation resulting from the disastrously lost American war and
Pitt's subsequent punitive taxation policies and naval cuts (ll. 60â2) with an inverted political order where the lowest types are at the top of the government, Burns launches into a highly specific assault on the varied cupidities and promiscuities of what he consistently perceived as an irretrievably dysfunctional family of German upstarts. L. 26 contrasts the virtues of Charles Edward Stuart.  Â
The treatment of the King and Queen is mild compared to that doled out to their children. Driven by infantile, Oedipal rage, the Prince of Wales, had flung himself into the grossly licentious world of whoring and gambling of âCharlie' Fox's opposing Whigs. Brilliantly, ironically, Burns (ll. 91â9) compresses an allusion to post-Falstaffian redemption to
this
Prince of Wales. The ploughman poet, tellingly, feels he needs to explain this reference to
Henry IV
to his cultivated audience. The âright rev'rend Osnaburg' is Frederick Augustus (1763â1827) who was âelected' to the bishopric of Asna-burg in Westphalia by his father, George III, in 1764. He added to this clerical distinction by taking up with Letita Derby, the ex-mistress of Rann the highwayman. The âRoyal TARRY-BREEKS' (l. 109) is another prodigally gifted son, Prince William (1765â1837), who became William IV in 1830. He had become naughtily, nautically involved with Sarah Martin, daughter of the commissioner of the Portsmouth dockyard. This encounter may have been derived from what Kinsley describes as the âingenious model' in Robert Sempill's
Ballat Maid Upoun Margaret Fleming, callit the
Fleming Bark in Edinburgh
, which was modernised in Ramsay's
The Ever Green
(1724). Similar metaphors of dropped tackle and predatory boarding parties can also be found in Donne, followed by Pope.