Show ROBERT BURNS 7 Y the caledonian society kett at all the opera house i ki elo elit addren bj by lion mills G jon son rod for the vf 11 br by dr A I condon r if the ghost of robert born burner ddnald have stepped into the union t pora h home ouse last night bo he va would have appie c coated the homage done bis big memory by the caledonian society and their frende the entertainment waa was opened with music on the bagpipes and there was manifest goo goodwill dyOll of the audience expressed prudent J A boyle delivered a welcome ad addres appropriate and brief and he was followed by willia willis G emerson Emera oo th the orator of the occasion and whose address Is a aa as follow follows a mr president and members of the C caledonian ale donian society 1 I believe the first duty we the dead ia Is truth As lorr as there is gold and silver in the bills hills and diamonds in the rocks men will toil and bend with anxious eyes to find these juwels ja of the mighty earth and the painful and romantic eory story of mankind shall contain within athin the curtain of mhd lie past pasti such names as robert burns the caper eager mind will wander back a and d its band hand will draw aside the veil may see and know them as they were tonight to night my friends we are with burns and he is with us we are here with sympathy for the past and present and he with his universal love for or all mankind again we weare are on bis his bonny banks of ayr and he be ie it joining with us in our besto ment apon upon the good and the great jaet just one hundred and thirty two years ago last 11 night ight in one of the auld Aul dClay clay biggins of scotland was born the caledonian bard lie lived thirty seven years and was followed to his grave by more than ten thousand peo people P le but in alo thirty seven years he in invaded devery every realm of thought though tl and stormed the citadel of every heart heir extended the boundaries of human sym 41 pathy aby and loved the whole world lie I 1 did not write as many volumes as some of his clotem cotem por aried but as wendall phillips most eaid said we measure genius by rida lity not riot by quantity it was burns who waved kl a torch whose light drove from irdi places the ghosts phantoms 1 fillie witches warlocks war locks other demons of tha dark that I 1 had been bearing scotland since sinde slier ivas was a child he ile was in favor of hap happiness pineal wela billay mercy and liberty be he scorned on superstition and despised tyr tyranny athly I 1 he ile waa was the evening star tot bf the ho eighteenth century and was wll god good the tw h to have lived in the nine og I 1 lie ile was a triet na j well dev developed eloped man generous generous enough try to be good liberal enough to be accused of heresy and waa was broad enoude in bis big vi vien s to love embody everybody he bad had but two enemies in in athe all the al chobol and bigo he her loved even bis big enemies he sometimes made verses when he was na fu but juat just had bad plenty and that I 1 ia the w way agthe the world knows belsome 4 times looked upon the wine when it was red because he be did nol not conceal it he wat an honest man and song gushed up out of his great irand g rand heart as warbling note notesia from a nightingales throat burns was an investigator he be read history studied nature loved music and was thoroughly human he ile had sublime courage drage and no deformity of mind we re know this by his thoughts he ha had dinor more a sym sympathy pathy than cruel cruelty ity abhorred excessive ro punishment and was a defender rather than it persecutor be pi pitied fed even the timorous mousy wee ste ekit cow rin timorous bt brustle ustle 1 i my friends is there bome some poor abr tal here hero who has has beeg been harshly idael and over whom we would throw a shield of sympathy then burnt becomes our advocate adio cate saying then gently can scan your brother mn man still mister woman T blough th aliey m anay ft sau ang kennen rang to ea m one point rout must still be betly greatly ret ly dark the moving why they do it ani and jutt just ir as lamely can ye y mark how ilow lar far perhaps they rue it i like every other great soul burns plead the cause of human kind he ile did id not map the mystic of human destination and place between the borderlands of paradise and ind pain a great black line to separate himself irom from those whose paths lay through tb rough misfortunes wild and lonesome way or by the gurgling efream a of jor but from the eden of tho the r where dwell the many muses and where great grature finds the fountains of her song came burns the minstrel of mankind to laugh and weep and live along with all theburn the hunan an race he ile was kind in an unkind time joyful when mirth waa was thought an anevil ev it kirit sublimely natural when nature was totally depraved and butof out of all the tile creeda creeds of christendom he called this his A guld id I 1 ifs is inke makes a guld guid end enett at least it help weel but bat all great men bavo have bad had their faults webster et standing on the statutes and the the constitution af earths grandest and first irea free country was not brave enough to call go slavery by its right name queen elizabeth ruled tho the mightily est kingdom of the earth in tha the name of the church of england and in sometimes called bood 1400 quee bees ew but the elie spent linemen years of her eo so called grand angelic lifo life her own cousin the queen of 0 scots for this crime no true Scotch men has ever ever forgiven england robert burns was a genius and car jaaj Scot lands fame into the empire of letters he was wag grand coble noble and vurnard Vur human ilia his country viewed him aa as a wonder he wa invited to edinburg burg as a sort of a curiosity scotland had bad never seen the like he ile was a genius of 0 the one of those impossibilities which carlisle pays says every genius is until he comes scot scotland in d bad a wallace and bruce had been at bannockburn she had given france a queen and the cruel english scafford many subjects she had peen the flames of torture leap the forms of many martyrs ehe he lad d warriors ghosts and priests all uiese be but she had never had a r real eal poet until robert burns wrote her and fame high among the nations of the earth wrote it upon every scotchmans Scotch mans heart with a pen of patriotic fire until even today to day alter after many years it can be read like the hand writing on the wall this poet started in the world with poverty and brains it was in the middle ot of the eighteenth century and lie h e found the kirk feeding scotland with a spoon and england dictating to the kirk B burns arns said 1 I ani fond of the spirit which young elihu shows in the lite book of job and I 1 said I 1 will aleo also declare my opinion and ho lie declared deel ire d it he ile eang sang on and hia bla groat grand sweet toned harp was never muffled in his younger days his lite mind bad been filled with fear and folly for it must be remembered that at the time ot of barns burns advent into the arena ignorance Igno ruce credulity and superstition run ran riot burns tore off the rags which prejudice had tied upon his big infant brain and the wheels of thought began to turn 11 he ile was no longer frightened by the stories of elf bit candles candies headlights deadlights dead lights giants and enchanted chanteau towers tear fear gave place to thought the wings of his soul were spread the drag chains were loosed and the caledonians Caledonia ns genius flew a abroad broad it entered the courts of europe and kings and queens shed tears of jy j y tor for earths ear llis newborn new born bard it entered the thatched cottage of the bumble humble p peasant and the cotters saturday night wag was upon the tongue 0 of I 1 a scotland it paused above the battlefield of 0 bannockburn and braces name with scottish victory will ring throughout all ages it scanned the mighty deep and baw beyond tho the Colont colonists ets war for or I 1 liberty and britaina Brit ains statement arms and laws were turned into a ballad it viewed the peaceful river upon whose banks its heros loved one d dwelt welt and whispered flo flow w kently tweet sweet alton afton disturb not her dream it bent with tearful eyes above the dead and taught the A world orld to weep it went into the battle and made the soldier say in the field ot of proud honor oar our sword in qu our r dand hand our V kang 1 g 1 aur I our country to bare save while victory shines ou on lifes lle last ebbing rands oh who would not die with the brave it descended in the gloom of foth castle and dipping its pen in a true scottish tear lamented the mother of king james I 1 the sweet martyr who carried sunlight into prisons the queen whom england mor murdered dered because her mother was a catholic it viewed its native land P and nd made that everlasting song thee caledonia the wild heaths deaths among I 1 ahee bee famed for martial deed and sacred hot g to taco I 1 turn urn with swimming eieg ere where is 1 that soul coulot of freedom tied lied it passed before the infinite jibe the unknown the unknowable and cried oh thou unknown almighty cause of all my mr hope and fear in abose dread presence ere an hour perhaps I 1 must appear if I 1 have wandered in those pallia paths I 1 ought to aubun j AJ As something loudly lu in my brast breast remonstrates I 1 have dono thou that thon thou hast bast found me wills passions pase pass lons Jons bild and alid strong and limtt ning to their witching voice has often led me wrong where with intention I 1 have erred ko nd other plea I 1 have than then thou art good and goodness good nega still to forgive burns glorified bis his makesby maker by bell believing V I 1 that no being would ha be forever mi lt he looked upon the wretched fa face 1 ce of him who had bad committed crime and remembering that he lie perhaps was born a criminal and believed that infinite mercy was enough for him he iia looked into the varied natures of hia hil ellow fellow men he saw haw the wretchedness and woe woo of earth as natures punishment for wrong he saw the errors and faults of men created as they were with different minds and belig believed ved that infinite goodness was good enough for him he hung upon the cross of pain and looked upon the dying race of men each too upon his crosa cross thief sinner begger beggar prince and seemed to lift his big dying voice and say thou too shall be willi with me in rara dlee I 1 have heard it said that if you could place a harp in your own soul so that every gale of passion would would sweep softly over its cords then you woud ad hoar bear the perfection of poetry poetry the music of he the eternal and t have thought in the low rustic melody of burns we have the perfection of poetry this music of the omnipotent his ilia was a song of joy and sadness of a human life his ilia harp is in his soul and his ble soul was in his harp splendid splendid soul that filled that harp with such each an air of love and sympathy divine that burst its on of despair and set a new eternal star in tho tile darkness of the past and harp that cave gave a language to that and told its story to 0 o a weeping world and yet ead sal soul that lost BO so eoon soon its toiling mortal harp and sad ead sad harp that ceased BO be eoon soon and sang the hope of its oan own aeouls immortality the pro gramme was long bat but interesting te findley mcgregor was alie life of the evening furnishing a greater part of the entertainment he ile possesses great musicals musi cald and vocal talent which added to his big ability as a character actor makes him not only an interesting performer pot former buta wonderful one the pro gramme was ft as one of music and song and each person added his or her part to the enter was warmly applauded scott anderdon anderson read a poem writ teu by dr A 8 condon for the oc sion and which was handsomely received the poem follows follow a KOBERT ROBERT BURNS th the e i weed that grew of mischief m gown sown A aloa 1 0 nt I 1 lo 10 path mans nell gelf restraint to turne 1 li in nals v t ls view to lowrett low newly blown whom 1 ii es e were kield by gods impartial am partial lot loe e he the harp and gray graye clouda louds turned tog to pi 14 ld and purpling morning warmed the eastern ek and 1 bend mhd down the wrinkles old that age bad gathered oa as the years went by lie ire put a scepter in the toilers boilers toi lers hand that measured it time me to melodies of song so too the brook that coursed the hea therea land na sang san his refrain and happier bappler swept along dg he ire found a good goodness nesi in the human heart beart beneath a homespun home spun shirt or folded stole but p punctured une tu red sham shim and cant dissembling art that makes in tain vain a man without a BOUL soul what though ho he vi was as a poor downtrodden down trodden wa wight ht and with th hla own hand band tighter bound the thong the hobnail hob bob nail turned to diamonds in his sight eight and gives had tongues ol 01 laughter and ot of song the limping hare the mouse without a home the modest rose that ti timid m idal bid d f from rom view all the glories ot of the night that room nm the crowded zones of heavens beavens unfathomed blue found in his heart companion com pasion and for or each 1 lie ae was a lover over and a steadfast friend it il low ow or high it ell fell w within the reach of 0 his grap grasp to comprehend I 1 own myself a debtor to his hl mind and kud the great legions lessons that he dally taught co nf essing u where here he be saw myself am blind and to me to him was pregnant t thought i long but this I 1 gather from the won wondrous s stone tone led left bythe by alie poor and friendless friend lens plo plowman aman bard be brave what cant be helped do not deplore lo 10 re aji stay in u the rugged path however hard bard the scotch people had a decidedly pleasant evening and after the music part was concluded enjoyed themselves with dancing until daylight crowded the night out of its place it was a jolly good natured party and while the pur purpose poe e was to do honor to ha they also re rc dewed their friendship |