Epistle to Robert Graham of Fintry on the election for the Dumfries string of Boroughs, 1790
Epistle to Robt. Graham Esquire of
Fintry, on the close of the disputed Election
between Sir J. Johnston & Capt.n Miller, for
the Dumfries district of Boroughs. ----
Fintry, my stay in wordly strife,
Friend o' my Muse, Friend o' my life,
Are ye as idle's I am?
Come then, wi' uncouth, kintra fleg,
O'er Pegasus I'll fling my leg,
And ye shall see me try him. ----
I'll sing the zeal Drumlanrig bears,
What left the all-important cares,
Of fiddles, wh-res & hunters;
And bent on buying Borough-towns,
Came shaking hands wi' wabster-louns,
And kissing barefit bunters. --------
Com.
Combustion thro' our Boroughs rode,
Whistling his roaring pack abroad
Of mad, unmuzzled lions,
As Queensberry Buff & Blue unfurled,
And Westerha- & Hopeton hurled
To every Whig defiance. --------
But cautious Queensberry left the war,
Th' unmanner'd dust might soil his Star,
Besides, he hated bleeding:
But left behind him heroes bright,
Heroes in Cesarean fight,
Or Ciceronian pleading. --------
O for a throat like huge Monsmeg,
To muster o'er each ardent Whig
Beneath Drumlanrig's banner!
Heroes & heroines commix,
All in the field of Politics
To win immortal honor. ----
Mc --
Mcmurdo & his lovely Spouse,
(Th' enamor'ed laurels kiss her brows)
Led on the Loves & Graces. ----
She won each gaping Burgess' heart,
While he, sub rosa, play'd his part
Among their wives & lasses. ----
Craigdarroch led a light-arm'd Core,
Tropes, Metaphors & Figures pour,
Like Hecla streaming thunder:
Glenriddel, skill'd in rusty coins,
Blew up each Tory's dark designs,
And bar'd the treason under. ----
In either wing tow champions fought,
Redoubted* Staig, who set at nought
The wildest savage Tory;
While *Walsh, who ne'er yet flinch'd his ground,
High-wav'd his Magnunn-bonum round
With Cyclopean fury. ----
__________________
* Provost Staig -- * Sherif Walsh
The many-pounders of the Banks,
Resistless desolation!
While Maxwellton, that Baron bold,
'Mid *Lawson's port intrench'd his hold,
And threaten'd worse damnation. ----
To these what Tory hosts oppos'd,
With these what Tory warriors clos'd,
Surpasses my descriving:
Squadrons extended long & large,
With headlong speed rush to the charge,
Like furious devils driving. ----
What Verse can sing, what Prose narrate,
The butcher deeds of bloody Fate,
Amid this mighty tulzie!
Grim Horror girn'd; pale Terror roar'd,
As Murder at his thrapple shor'd;
And hell miz'd in teh brulzie. ----
*Lawson, an eminent wine merchant.
As Highland craigs by thunder cleft,
When lightnings fire the story lift,
Hurl down wi' crashing rattle;
As flames among a hundred woods,
As headlong foam a hundred floods,
Such is the rage of battle. ----
The stubborn Tories dare to die:
As soon the rooted oaks would fly
Before th' approaching fellers. --
The Whigs come on like ocean's roar,
When all his wintry billows pour
Against the Buchan Bullers. ----
Lo, from the shades of death's deep night,
Departed Whigs enjoy the fight,
And think on former daring:
The muffled Murtherer of Charles*
The Magna charta flag unfurls,
All deadly gules its bearing. --
____________________
The Executioner of Charles 1st was masqued --
Nor wanting ghosts of Tory fame;
Bold *Scrimgeour follows galland Graham, *
Auld Covenanters shiver. ----
Forgive! Forgive! much-wrong'd Montrose!
Now, Death & Hell engulph thy foes,
Thou liv'st on high for ever. ----
Still o'er the field the combat burns,
The Tories, Whigs, give way by turns,
But Fate the word has spoken:
For woman's wit, or strength o' man,
Alas! can do but what they can;
The Tory ranks are broken. ----
O that my een were flowing burns!
My voice, a lioness that mourns
Her darling cub's undoing!
That I might greet, that I might cry,
While Tories fall, while Tories fly,
And furious Whigs pursuing!
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*Scrimgeour, Lord Dundee --
*Graham, Marquis- of Montrose -- What
What Whig but wails the good Sir James,
Dear to his Country by the names,
Friend, Patron, Benefactor!
No Pultney's wealth can Pultney save;
And Hopeton falls, the generous, brave;
And *Stewart bold as Hector. ----
Though, Pit, shalt rue this overthrow,
And Thurlow growl a curse of woe,
And Melville melt in wailing. --
How Fox & Sheridan rejoice,
And Burke shall sing, O, Prince, arise,
Thy power is all prevailing!
For your poor friend, the Bard, afar,
He only hears & sees the war,
A cool Spectator purely:
So, when the storm the forest rends,
The Robin in the hedge descends,
And, patient, chirps securely. ----
*Stewart of Hillside ---- Now
Now, for my friends & brethren's sakes,
And for my dear-lov'd Land o' Cakes,
I pray with holy fire:
Lord, send a rough-shod troop o' Hell
O'er a' wad Scotland buy or sall,
To grind them in the mire!!!
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Key details
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/167
- Alt. number
- 3.6215.h
- Date
- 1790
- On display
- Yes
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
- Recipient
- Graham, Robert
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/167
- Alt. number
- 3.6215.h
- Date
- 1790
- On display
- Yes
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
- Recipient
- Graham, Robert
Description
Epistle to Robert Graham of Fintry on the election for the Dumfries string of Boroughs, 1790, part of the Afton manuscript collection.
This poem takes the form of a verse epistle written to Burns's friend Sir Robert Graham of Fintry. It describes the characters and background of the then recently completed general election of 1790 for the Dumfries Boroughs seat. In this poem Burns shows his wide knowledge of the contestants and their supporters in this rousing commentary.
The poem continues on the third page to introduce Whig supporters such as John McMurdo of Drumlanrig, who encouraged the ladies while his beautiful wife impressed the men. It also mentions Alexander Ferguson of Craigdarroch and Captain Riddle, Burns's neighbour lent their active support.
In the elections of the late 18th century, blood was often spilt between rival factions but in these verses on page four, Burns exaggerates the battle for effect and describes a murderous drive by the Whigs against the embattled Tories. In the fifth page Burns emphasises the roar of the continuing battle as the Tories die before the rushing onslaught of the Whig flood.
On page six the verses describe some Tory supporters but the tide of the contest is running against them 'and furious Whigs pursuing'. Burns continues in the metaphor of furious deadly battle while each side vies for the Dumfries Bouroughs parliamentary seat.
On page seven Burns enumerates some of the Tory grandees, pointing out that even the riches of his daughter in law's father will not buy success for himself. While others are cursing or rejoicing at the outcome, our Bard says, tongue in cheek, it has all nothing to do with him in patient obscurity.
The last page of the manuscript contains the last verse of the poem in which Burns wishes damnation on all who would buy or sell his own dear Scotland.
Robert Burns wrote at least three Epistles to Robert Graham whom he met at Athole House, Blair Atholl in 1787. Burns took to him personally and later, once Graham had become a Commissioner of the Scottish Board of Excise, sought Graham's good offices to get himself a position with the Excise in Dumfries.
This particular manuscript is part of the Afton Manuscript collection. This collection of thirteen poems was presented by Robert to Mrs Alexander Stewart of Stair in 1791.
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