contain the same illustrations, this edition
would probably excel even that of 1828. As it is, after many
disappointments, we now have a cheap Waverley on what has always been
the best model.

A Protest.

'SIR,--In your 'Literary Causerie' of last week ... the question
is discussed why the name of Burns raises in Scotsmen such
unbounded enthusiasm while that of Scott falls comparatively
flat. This question has puzzled many another Englishman besides
'A.T.Q.C.' And yet the explanation is not far to seek: Burns
appeals to the hearts and feelings of the masses in a way Scott
never does. 'A.T.Q.C.' admits this, and gives quotations in
support. These quotations, however excellent in their way, are
not those that any Scotsman would trust to in support of the
above proposition. A Scotsman would at once appeal to 'Scots wha
hae,' 'Auld Lang Syne,' and 'A man's a man for a' that.' The very
familiarity of these quotations has bred the proverbial contempt.
Think of the soul-inspiring, 'fire-eyed fury' of 'Scots wha hae';
the glad, kind, ever fresh greeting of 'Auld Lang Syne'; the
manly, sturdy independence of 'A man's a man for a' that,' and
who can wonder at the ever-increasing enthusiasm for Burns' name?

Is there for honest poverty
That hangs his head and a' that?
The coward slave we pass him by--
We dare be poor for a' that.'
* * * * *
'The rank is but the guinea stamp--
The man's the gowd for a' that.'

"Nor is it in his patriotism, independence, and conviviality
alone that Burns touches every mood of a Scotsman's heart. There
is an enthusiasm of humanity about Burns which you will hardly
find equalled in any other author, and which most certainly does
not exist in Scott.

'Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn.'
* * * * *
'Why has man this will and power
To make his fellow mourn?'

"These quotations might be multiplied were it necessary; but I
think enough has been said to explain what puzzles 'A.T.Q.C.' I
have an unbounded admiration of Sir W. Scott--quite as great as
'A.T.Q.C.' Indeed, I think him the greatest of all novelists;
but, as a Scot, somewhat Anglicised by a residence in London of
more than a quarter