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BURNS
SCOTTISH CLAN CREST
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CLAN BURNS BADGE
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This very ordinary Lowland name, possessing no clan history, has been raised by a single brief life above every other in Scotland. The father of Robert Burns (1759-1796) emigrated from Kincardineshire in eastern Scotland to Ayrshire in the south-west, in search of more fruitful farming prospects. There he leased two successful farms, and died bankrupt in 1874 after a lifetime of appalling drudgery. He could not know , as the father of Mozart did, that he had reared one of the outstanding geniuses of his race. The collection of Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, which raised his son to instant celebrity, was not published until two years after his death.
Their author’s early death has been attributed directly to the overwork to which he was subjected in his youth on his father’s farm. But he was also given as good an education as was possible in his father’s circumstances. He was taught some French and Latin, and introduced to a great deal of English literature. He was by no means reared as an unlettered peasant, and in fact it required his own peculiar creative genius to turn from his schooling in polite letters to a study of the Scottish folk tradition.
In his first publication he was careful to omit his greatest satires, so as not to shock the genteel reading public; neither did the collection include the songs that were to give the most resounding expression to his thoughts and feelings. But during the unsettling years that followed, while he was being lionised in Edinburgh, he met the collectors of Scottish songs, and this lead to his collaboration in the greatest collections in which his own were given to the world. Often he rescued and reworked fragments of old verse without claiming authorship. As often, he found the perfect words for a traditional air which no longer possessed any. Thus he played a part without parallel in the history of literature, in recreating the entire corpus of his countries Lowland folk poetry and song at a time when it was on the verge of disintegration. He was also an outstanding letter writer, a sound literary critic and a hilarious and penetrating satirist. One enthusiast said his conversation was even more disruptive than his poetry.
One of his Edinburgh patrons settled him on the farm of Ellisland in Dumfriesshire, and here he remained until 1789, when he joined the Excise service and moved to Dumfries itself. This is where he died, of the rheumatic heart complaint caused by the over-exertion of his youth. Ever since his death, his birthday, 25 January, has been celebrated with rites such have never been accorded to the memory of any other man of letters in the world. And those fortunate enough to have inherited his name need neither pedigree nor clan history to enhance it. Certainly, the Burns check would gild no lily.
Some spelling variations & Septs:
Yours Aye
Louis & Karen
Their author’s early death has been attributed directly to the overwork to which he was subjected in his youth on his father’s farm. But he was also given as good an education as was possible in his father’s circumstances. He was taught some French and Latin, and introduced to a great deal of English literature. He was by no means reared as an unlettered peasant, and in fact it required his own peculiar creative genius to turn from his schooling in polite letters to a study of the Scottish folk tradition.
In his first publication he was careful to omit his greatest satires, so as not to shock the genteel reading public; neither did the collection include the songs that were to give the most resounding expression to his thoughts and feelings. But during the unsettling years that followed, while he was being lionised in Edinburgh, he met the collectors of Scottish songs, and this lead to his collaboration in the greatest collections in which his own were given to the world. Often he rescued and reworked fragments of old verse without claiming authorship. As often, he found the perfect words for a traditional air which no longer possessed any. Thus he played a part without parallel in the history of literature, in recreating the entire corpus of his countries Lowland folk poetry and song at a time when it was on the verge of disintegration. He was also an outstanding letter writer, a sound literary critic and a hilarious and penetrating satirist. One enthusiast said his conversation was even more disruptive than his poetry.
One of his Edinburgh patrons settled him on the farm of Ellisland in Dumfriesshire, and here he remained until 1789, when he joined the Excise service and moved to Dumfries itself. This is where he died, of the rheumatic heart complaint caused by the over-exertion of his youth. Ever since his death, his birthday, 25 January, has been celebrated with rites such have never been accorded to the memory of any other man of letters in the world. And those fortunate enough to have inherited his name need neither pedigree nor clan history to enhance it. Certainly, the Burns check would gild no lily.
Some spelling variations & Septs:
Yours Aye
Louis & Karen
