TO MRS. DUNLOP.
[One of the daughters of Mrs. Dunlop painted a sketch of Coila from Burns’s poem of the Vision: it is still in existence, and is said to have merit.]
Mossgiel, 17th March, 1788.
Madam,
The last paragraph in yours of the 30th February affected me most, so I shall begin my answer where you ended your letter. That I am often a sinner with any little wit I have, I do confess: but I have taxed my recollection to no purpose, to find out when it was employed against you. I hate an ungenerous sarcasm a great deal worse than I do the devil; at least as Milton described him; and though I may be rascally enough to be sometimes guilty of it myself, I cannot endure it in others. You, my honoured friend, who cannot appear in any light but you are sure of being respectable—you can afford to pass by an occasion to display your wit, because you may depend for fame on your sense; or, if you choose to be silent, you know you can rely on the gratitude of many, and the esteem of all; but, God help us, who are wits or witlings by profession, if we stand for fame there, we sink unsupported!
I am highly flattered by the news you tell me of Coila. I may say to the fair painter who does me so much honour, as Dr. Beattie says to Ross the poet of his muse Scota, from which, by the bye, I took the idea of Coila (’tis a poem of Beattie’s in the Scottish dialect, which perhaps you have never seen:)—
Ye shak your heads, but o’ my fegs,
Ye’ve sat auld Scota on her legs:
Lang had she lien wi’ beffs and flegs,
Bumbaz’d and dizzie,
Her fiddle wanted strings and pegs.
Wae’s me, poor hizzie.”
R. B.