I mentioned to you a Scots ode or song I had lately composed, and which I think has some merit. Allow me to enclose it. When I fall in with you at the theatre, I shall be glad to have your opinion of it. Accept it, Sir, as a very humble but most sincere tribute of respect from a man, who, dear as he prizes poetic fame, yet holds dearer an independent mind.
I have the honour to be,
R. B.
CCLXXXI.
TO MRS. RIDDEL,
Who was about to bespeak a Play one evening at the Dumfries Theatre.
[This clever lady, whom Burns so happily applies the words of Thomson, died in the year 1820, at Hampton Court.]
I am thinking to send my “Address” to some periodical publication, but it has not yet got your sanction, so pray look at it.