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s; But--what'll ye say! These movin' things ca'd wives and weans Wad move the very hearts o' stanes! * * * * * XXXVII. LINES ON MRS. KEMBLE. [The poet wrote these lines in Mrs. Riddel's box in the Dumfries Theatre, in the winter of 1794: he was much moved by Mrs. Kemble's noble and pathetic acting.] Kemble, thou cur'st my unbelief Of Moses and his rod; At Yarico's sweet notes of grief The rock with tears had flow'd. * * * * * XXXVIII. TO MR. SYME. [John Syme, of Ryedale, a rhymer, a wit, and a gentleman of education and intelligence, was, while Burns resided in Dumfries, his chief companion: he was bred to the law.] No more of your guests, be they titled or not, And cook'ry the first in the nation; Who is proof to thy personal converse and wit, Is proof to all other temptation. * * * * * XXXIX. TO MR. SYME. WITH A PRESENT OF A DOZEN OF PORTER. [The tavern where these lines were written was kept by a wandering mortal of the name of Smith; who, having visited in some capacity or other the Holy Land, put on his sign, "John Smith, from Jerusalem." He was commonly known by the name of Jerusalem John.] O, had the malt thy strength of mind, Or hops the flavour of thy wit, 'Twere drink for first of human kind, A gift that e'en for Syme were fit. _Jerusalem Tavern, Dumfries._ * * * * * XL. A GRACE. [This Grace was spoken at the table of Ryedale, where to the best cookery was added the richest wine, as well as the rarest wit: Hyslop was a distiller.] Lord, we thank and thee adore, For temp'ral gifts we little merit; At present we will ask no more, Let William Hyslop give the spirit. * * * * * XLI. INSCRIPTION ON A GOBLET. [Written on a dinner-goblet by the hand of Burns. Syme, exasperated at having his set of crystal defaced, threw the goblet under the grate: it was taken up by his clerk, and it is still preserved as a curiosity.] There's death in the cup--sae beware! Nay, more--there is danger in touching; But wha can avoid the fell snare? The man and his wine's sae bewitching! * * * * * XLII. THE INVITATION
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