No More Learning

R. B.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 261: Song CCXXVII. ]

[Footnote 262: Song CCXXVIII. ]

[Footnote 263: Mr. Ritson, whose collection of Scottish songs was
published this year. ]

[Footnote 264: Song CCXXIX. ]

[Footnote 265: Song CCXXX. ]

[Footnote 266: Song CCXVI. ]

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CCCIII.


TO MR. THOMSON.

[The presents made to the poet were far from numerous: the book for
which he expresses his thanks, was the work of the waspish Ritson. ]

_November, 1794. _

Many thanks to you, my dear Sir, for your present; it is a book of the
utmost importance to me.
I have yesterday begun my anecdotes, &c. , for
your work. I intend drawing them up in the form of a letter to you,
which will save me from the tedious dull business of systematic
arrangement. Indeed, as all I have to say consists of unconnected
remarks, anecdotes, scraps of old songs, &c. , it would be impossible
to give the work a beginning, a middle, and an end, which the critics
insist to be absolutely necessary in a work. In my last, I told you my
objections to the song you had selected for "My lodging is on the cold
ground. " On my visit the other day to my friend Chloris (that is the
poetic name of the lovely goddess of my inspiration), she suggested an
idea, which I, on my return from the visit, wrought into the following
song.

My Chloris, mark how green the groves. [267]

How do you like the simplicity and tenderness of this pastoral? I
think it pretty well.

I like you for entering so candidly and so kindly into the story of
"_ma chere amie. _" I assure you I was never more in earnest in my
life, than in the account of that affair which I sent you in my last.
Conjugal love is a passion which I deeply feel, and highly venerate;
but, somehow, it does not make such a figure in poesy as that other
species of the passion,

"Where love is liberty, and nature law. "

Musically speaking, the first is an instrument of which the gamut is
scanty and confined, but the tones inexpressibly sweet, while the last
has powers equal to all the intellectual modulations of the human
soul. Still, I am a very poet in my enthusiasm of the passion. The
welfare and happiness of the beloved object is the first and inviolate
sentiment that pervades my soul; and whatever pleasures I might wish
for, or whatever might be the raptures they would give me, yet, if
they interfere with that first principle, it is having these pleasures
at a dishonest price; and justice forbids and generosity disdains the
purchase.