Such, Sir, has been the fatal era of my life. And it came to pass that when I looked for sweet, behold bitter; and for light, behold darkness.
But this is not all: already the holy beagles begin to snuff the scent, and I expect every moment to see them cast off, and hear them after me in full cry; but as I am an old fox, I shall give them dodging and doubling for it, and by and by I intend to earth among the mountains of Jamaica.
I am so struck, on a review, with the impertinent length of this letter, that I shall not increase it with one single word of apology, but abruptly conclude with assuring you that I am, Sir, yours and misery's most humble servant.
ROBERT BURNS.
[14] Proposals for publishing.
[15] Misquoted from Shakspeare's Henry VIII.
XXI.—To MR. DAVID BRICE, SHOEMAKER, GLASGOW.
MOSSGIEL,
June
12