The New York Herald Newspaper, January 26, 1859, Page 1

a Ls FF SF TSEMS EA RONG: ate a = Bem. ee SFOs enB Gs SENSEI F li atl a tae | WHOLE NO. 8179. ‘THE BURNS DAY IN NEW YORK. "Phe Centennial Festivals in Honor of the Birthday of Robert Burns, the Poet. Seotia’s Bard Honored by his Country- men and his Admirers. The Land 0’ Cakes Represented by Hie- land Lads in Kilts and Hose. The Celebration by the Burns Club at the Astor House—Burns Anniversary Assocla- ton at Mozart Hall—Auld Lang Syne Association at Tossel’s Hall, and Seotla’s Sons at Cameron's. Phe Burns Association Grand Supper and Ball in the Gothic Hall, Brooklyn. The Burns Club Celebration in Jersey City, &., a, &. Meo one hundredth anniversary of the birthday of Rebert Burns was celebrated yesterday with greater cere- meny and éclat than on any occasion since the bard’s de- @ease. It was a world-wide festivity, Wherever the un- matched poetry of Burns is appreciated, or any of his race fare congregated, due honor was done to the memory of the Scottish bard, and fresh wreaths wore laid upon the mausoleum of his poetic fame. In the leading cities of Great Britain, as well as over this continent, the country- men and admirers of the Ayrshire ploughboy by common @onsent celebrated a festival which occurred yesterday for the first and the last time. DINNER OF THE BURNS CLUB AT THE ASTOR HOUSE. ‘The Burns Club of the city of Now York, which slways celebrates the birthday of the Bard of Scotland in a style appropriate to the merit which attaches to his name and the traditions of his country, gave to the festivity of yes- ferday an unusual importance, the day being the centen- nial anniversary of the poet’s birth. The presiding offi. ‘eers of the club, in order to invest the affair with greater éclat, temporarily resigned their seats to Wm. C. Bryant, ‘who acted as honorary chairman, and the British Consul, ‘Mr. Archibald, who filled the vico president’s chair. The dinner came off in the ladies’ ordinary of the Astor House, ‘and it is unnecessary toray that the provision of tho table was unsurpassed—every conceivable delicacy, in ‘and out of season, in these latitudes, being represonted, wines of the most delicious quality, and good old usque- Daugh, that would have tempted Diogones. The room was superbly decorated for the occasion with pictures and fags. Atthe head,over the chairman’s seat, was the portrait of Burns, supported on each side by those of ‘Washington and Franklin, the whole richly draped with ‘the flags of many nations. At the other end of the room, fronting the orchestral gallery, was a large oil painting, by the artist Dick, of Burns at his plough, receiving from the Genius of Poesy the mantle of her art. The figures aro fe size, and the picture, in many respects, though probably hurriedly executed, is a most effective one, ‘On either side of the room hung pictures of Tam O'Shanter fm fell flight—the “Return from Labor,” in the Cotter’s Saturday Night, and the Riggs of Doon, with the cenotaph of Burns in the distance—all combining to make tho ap- pearance of the banquet room not only exceedingly beau- tiful, but when, added to the rough, bold dialect in which the bard loved to sing, that during the evening trembled im the atmosphere, made the scene rich with the associa tions of the land of Burns, Wallace, Bruce, Scott, and those, whether heroes of the sword, the harp or the pen, who have maintainod the national honor, the litera ture or the song of Scotland. ‘The ornaments of the table were equally handsome and ‘appropriate as the decorations of the room. They consist ed of five illustrations, elegantly executed, of the ‘“‘Cotter’s Saturday Night,” comprising the principal scenes in that famous poem; besides Highland Mary, Burns’ Monument, Highland Tower, Lyrique Cottage, Tam O'Shanter, Scotch Pavilion, Temple of Worth. In front of tho guests’ table stood on pedestals busts of Barns and Walter Scott, the brows of the former bound witha laurel wreath, ‘At half: past six o'clock the company, numbering about 300, sat down to dinner. The chair was occupied by Wm. Cullen Bryant, Mr. Archibald filling the Vice chair. The ents the room, preceded by the Highland piper, m. Clelland, in full costume, playing a stirring national air. Mr. Bryant leaned on the arm of the chairman of the lub, J. Cunningham, Faq. Robertson’s fine band was in attendance, performed some excellent music. Among the guests we observed his Honor Mayor Tiemann, G. ve , Rev. H. W. Beecher, Dr. Francis, Jas. T. Brady, Parke Godwin, Rev. P, Thayer, Peter Cooper, Dr. |, Fitz Greene Halleck, Dr. Bellows, R. 8. Willis and L. Burns. Grace was said by Rev. H. W. Beech- After dinner was concluded the Chairman, Mr, Bryaxr, rose, and having thanked the club for the honor done him im selecting him as their Chairman, proceeded to say:— ‘This evening the memory of Burns will be celebrated as Mt never was before. His fame, from the time when he first appeared the world as a poet, has been grow. fug and brightening, as the morning brighteus into the perfect day. Thero never was atime when his merits 0 freely acknowledged as now, when the common the s Werary world Placed hima 20 high, or spok 80 lo intermixture agement ; iversary of bis birth could have ovekened general and fervent an enthusiasm. If wo could ine a human being endowed with the power of mak- imeelf, through the medium of his senses, a witness f {8 parsing on the face of the globe, what a festivities, what successive manifestations of the reat Soollch poe, wou prozeat tomtelye poet, would present themselves observation, accompanying the éhadow of in its circuit round tho earth! Some before this time he would have heard the Praises of Burne recited and the songs of Burns on the banks of the Ganges—the music flowing out Bt open windows on the soft evening air of that re- gion ‘and mingling with the murmurs of the sacred river. Iitule later he might have heard the same sounds from ‘the mouth of the ; ‘extremity of Africa, under constellations strange to our eyer—the stars of the southern hemisphero—and almost ‘at the same moment from the rocky shores of the Ionian Isles. Next they would have been heard from the orango i bet Ser { i = 3) g 2 Had 4 aks eek groves of Malta, and from the winter colony of English * nd Americans onthe banks of the Tiber. Then, in its turn, the Seine takes up the strain; and what a chorus rises from the British Isles—from every ocean, mart and river and mountain side, with a distant response from the Rock of Gibraltar! Last, in the Old World, on its western. most verge, the observer whom I have imagined would bave heard’the voice of song aud of gladness from the coasts of Liberia and Sierra Leone, among @ race consti- tutionally and passionately fond of music, and to which wo have given our language and literature. In the New World, frozen Newfoundland has al- ready led in the festival of this night; and next, thore who dwell where tho St. Lawrence holds an icy mirror to the stars; thence it has passed to the hills and valleys of Now England, and it is now our turn on the lordly Hudson, The Schuylkill will follow, the Potomac, the rivers of the Carolinas; the majestic St. John’s, draw- fog bis dark, deep waters from the Evergiades; tho bor. ders of our mighty lakes, the beautiful Ohio, the great Mississippi, ! with its, fountains gushing under fields of ‘mow, and its mouth among flowers that fear not the frost, ‘Then ‘will our festival, in ite westward course, cross the Rocky Mountains, and gather in joyous assemblies those who pasture their herds on the Columbia, and those who dig for gold on the Sacramento. By a still longer interval, it will pass to Australia, lying in her distant solitude of ‘waters, and now glowing with the heats of midsummer. where { fear the countrymen of Burne will find short it of the season too short for their festivities. i thus will this commemoration pur- gue the sunset round the globe, and follow the journey of the evening star till that gentle planet shines on waters of China. Passing then to a fino eulogium on the genius of Burns, Mr. Bryant concluded :— Burns was thus Get, ‘because ‘whatever may have been the after life, when he came from ‘the hand that formed him—I say it with the profoundest breathed into him, in larger moasure than foto of that which constitutes hia and soul, Burns was great by the greatness of his sym- Paine epaiio wots of delicate, yet be a boundless. were warmest an wards those of hi bey “ is own ki Lf |, yet they overflowed upon the ‘wee, sleekit ‘cowerin’, ucngrons Destie 7 tisiodged \ , ° from her autumnal covert; spon ‘the hare wounded by ihe } Upon the very field flower overturned by his ‘and crushed among the stubble, And in all this wo feel that there is nothing strained or ex: rato affected or put on, nothing childish or uly, but that all is true, genuine, manly, noble; we honor, ws venerate the ad; Wo take the expression of these sytn. THE NEW- Ye YORK HERALD. MORNING EDITION—WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 26, 1859. PRICE TWO CENTS. ners, I fear—I 4 tonst in which if why tare ee dug to Messrs. ‘with which they accepted the honorary posit! to them, to the press for the aid cod. publiott it had iven to their intended ings, and to Mr. r ¢ facility he had to the C ub in the transmission of telegraphic messages throughout the country. He said ogra} tht he would then read some of the letters of apology re- ceived, and proceeded to read, as follows:— e PRESIDENT BUCKANAN. ‘Wasuixcron, Jan. 15, 1 kind invitation, on behalf of the Burns* Chub of the City of New York, to be present at the festival dinner, to be given in honor of the cent anniv of the poet's Taball esteem it a pleasure as well as a high privilege to be with you on tnis oocasion, but my public dui render it mj . Poor Burns! I have al- ways deplored his hard fale. He has ever been a favorite of m) chiki of genius and of misfortune, he is read every- Where and by all classes throughout the extent of our country, ma 4 lasses. rn try, as BUCHANAN, ‘Vara Cuurgnvan, Jun., Esq., Cor. Sec. DR. OLIVER W. HOLMES. T regret that my imperative ent it ‘will not aijow ino to have ie pleasure of being ‘present at the centon- pial anniv m of the of Robert Burns, by ibe Buros Club of New York. If T hed by good fortune we y (AS I Ot 1, I should, on ar Co & province the language of the universal 701 febty empire, and he realme which ts arms and colonized. His melodies are the life-wi e sows the emblem of Scottiah truth ment as far asit can ly upon the winds of heaven. 0. W. HOLMES, WASHINGTON IRVING. rt Burns, but I regret to say fig tit beh acaba shes WishitoTON TRYING.” HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. Camsnipor, December, 1858. have had the honor of I receiving the invit of thé Burns Chub to attend their dinuer on the 25th of January. I feel much Fogementa will not permit me to oop copt its T beg you to make ements will not permit me 5 ty my Dest ackno Hs m4 Fat cl edgmenis to th en . a et HENRY W: LO! FELLOW. REY. E. H. CHAPIN. 184 TweLern Steerer, Jan. 3, 1859. I very much regret that engagements out of town prevent thy acceptance of your invitation to the dinner in honor of the centennial anniversary of the birth of Robert Burns. It will be a festival at which T should be proud to be present, and had Burns never written anything but “A Man’s a Man for a! ‘That”” I would cheerfully go miles to express my admiration for him, and my love. B. H. CHAPIN. DION BOURCICAULT. Witanp’s Horst, Wasmnctox, D. C. January 4, 1859. T regret to ssy that my professional menis will most probably oblige me to be absent from ork on the date of centennial anni . in our object, Tfecl that Thave lyst one. of the Dienaant” ai jost Intellectual of all the associations which life is syeckled. No brighter beacon could a man look back to in atier days than “a night wi’ Burns.” Should I be able to aa. tape 1 wil assuredly appear,” DION BOUROICADLE. REY. DR. BETHUNE. BROOKLYN, Dec. 14, 1858. Istucerely regret that my ements will, not permit me to accept the invitation with whlch Burns Club of New York to dine with anniversary of Burns’ birth. Asa Scotsman’s bairn and an ardent student of Scotch Iterature, I heartily sympathise with jour admiration of Scotland’s greatest lyri and it would ye a delightful privilege to share in the associations and énier- tainments of your festival; as it is, I must bear the depriva- tion as I may, with many thanks foryour kindremembrances of me and my best wishes for yourse! aat tes. GEO. W, BETHUNE. The letter of Mr. Buchanan was receive! with onthusi- astic applause. Those of Dr. O. W. Holmes and Dr. Be- thune were also applauded. Communications from Lord Napier and sevoral others were received, but they were not read, the time being too short. ‘The toasts were then read:— ‘The Day we Celebrate— A day “which makes the whole world have bean honored by the them on the eentenial kin,”"—uniting by sympathetic emotion men of all degrees, in every land, in honoring the memory and the genins of Robert Burns,—one of ‘'the few, the immortal names that were not born to die.”’ Music—‘*Auld Lang Syne.” Song—“The Birthday of Burns,” written for the occasion, by ©... Newman, Key. Mr. Wiltiam Park. clouds of ‘The Genius of Burns—Risep above the dust earthly frailty yut to all time; and not only to in Music—Ye Banks and Braes 0’ Bonnie Doot ‘Song—"Of a’ the Airis the Wind can Blaw.”—Mr. Geo. Stmpeon, | Sung in exquisite style and loudly applauded. Stland— “We love our land because it is our own, And scom to give another reason why. ‘Music—‘‘Here’s a Health, Bonnie Scotland, to Thee.” Bong—Scotland, I Love 'Thee"”—Mr. Andrew 8. Eadie, Jr. [America Where the digaity: of set government ennobles eee aie este escent of tereioey: waledhe studies to edvance rv: the one,, the other can never be retarded. Muslo—'"Yankeo yr.” Messrs Miller and Hartt. resident of the United Mr. Wm. Robert- ‘Bong—''Star Spangled Banne The Queen of Grest Britain and the States, " Music—""God Save the Queen.” ‘chorus—"God Save the Queen.” son. The Brrrisn Coxsvt responded briefly. Kindred Associations throughout the World—May they pro- serve the songs and disseminate the sentiments of Burng, “till Man and man, the warld o'er, shall brithers be, nod a’that.”” mae Foela and Poetry of Great Britain and Yreland Senet the it e genius of @ Shakepere, a Burns, anda Moore—May thelr successors continue 10 hdvance ihe march of om. ‘Minstrel Boy.” Mr. Geo. Simpson. eta and Poetry of America, engraven on the scroll of fame—"‘ Loved at home, revered abroad” —May their influence ever be exerted in favor of truth, virtue and independence. sio—" Tho Old Bucket.” , Spare that Tree.” Mr. Wm. Park. he Heroes of Scolland—Inspired by patriotism and love of Mberty, their noble deeds have shed unfading lustre on the land of their birth: and while the patriot’s claymore rusts, aud his shield hangs useless on the wall, may the valor that’ wielded them be held in undying remembrance by a grateful posterity. Music—" Garb of Old Gaul.” Bag Pipes—"'Scotts wha hae,” &c, Mr. Wm. Clelland, Song—"'Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace Bled.” Mr. Miranda, fay 1 tded by men a upright— ay itever be gul ‘men pure and up! reedom-the right hand read: The Memor The Prees— the herald of Fi ing intelligence and virtue among the the darkness rance and au) rea} " ‘The Lasses—Clustering tendrils, twining themselves around man’s dearest affections; the pride and ornament of his youth ard manhood—the constant and never failing stay of his de- clining years, Music—" Green Grow the 2 ‘Song—"My wife's a winsome wee thing.” Mr. Geo, Simp- son, To the first toast Mr. Jas, T. Bravy responded, and was received on rising with prolonged applause. He said— Mr. President and gentlemen, in aland which at the decease of Burns was comparatively a wilderness—in a nation, then an infant—we meot this ‘night 0 oomnraeao- rate his greatness and render to his memory. ‘The natives of many climes surround this festal board. Here and now national and individual antipathies are banished, that we may vie with each other in honor of a genius which has alike delighted and illumined the human race. We celebrate a day not memorable for the gress or prowess of physical force—not on the historic page by records of blood—not made stately by the advent or triumph of boasted li , NOF ARBO- ciated with the insignia or trappings of worldly pomp or power, Weare at the altar of poetry—we si beside of civilization—spread- eople, and dispelling ition. ‘Horace Greeley one of what Halleck calis to no creed nor code confined, ‘The Delphian Vales—the Palestines— ‘The Meccas of the mind. The cheerful liquids which furnish our inspiration may well be employed on such an occasion. ‘The great poet we are here to honor has said: Concurring with you in this sentiment, and thanking your committee for enabling me to mect the sons of Sco- tia, Tshall say a few words of him whose immortal lines have given glery to the name and history of his native land.” A fine writer has remarked, that althongh genius ithe her of fame, the loss of life is the condition on which the bright reversion must be earned; that fame is the recompense, not of the living, but of the dead—its temple standing over the grave, and the flame of its altar kindled from the ashes of the great, Hazlitt telis us that fame is ‘the spirit of @ man surviving himsclf,” and de- eeribes it, further, a8 the “sound which the stream of high thoughts carries down to future ages, making, as it flows, deep, distant murmuring, evermore, like the waters of the mighty ocean.” Such'fame attends the career of him whom genius illumines, That divine principle, moving over the earth, often eends ite fitful but brilliant gleam to establish & holy and immortal temple, where the humble object of its lustre seemed destined petal obscuri- ty. It turns aside capriciously from the proud tarrote and gorgeous display of wealth and station, to consecrate forever a lowly cot in Stratford-on-Avon, or’ by the banks of bonnie Doon. ‘The achievemanta and’ the distinction of the mightiest rulers pale in their lustre when comparod with the intellectual radiations of a Shakspere or « Burns, Think of the poor home where, one hundred years ago, Barns was bor home which within the first week of his existence, gave way before tho pitiless storm, as if the very elements wore resolved its narrow limits should not contain the infant form of him whose fame was destined to fl w world cers.) As Carlyle says, ‘ re arose, among [gE Vesting Rgures, wines for mon crews ial doe m* ho tak k with the heroic to perenn wi @ ran among many ‘and he wes bora in poor Ayrshire hut,” We tribute from one great Scotsman to another. We find humble intent upon the life of Hannibal, and the bis- tory of Sir William Wallace—the beoks which, he tolls us, moat captived his youthful mind. We seo him walk gf miles to the jin Ward, the scene of Wallace’s (with as much devout enthusiasm ns ever qlgrim did to the Loretto.” The poor peasant had even then within him the feeble but feds ny es that his own achieve- ments might one ‘@ his tomb the object of pilgrim devotion. Already he murmured within himself what af- terwards he pronounced as follows:— anid Scotlard’s sak plan, or beuk ‘could make, fing & 20mg ot least. ‘The ambition which prompted this aspiration enriched the world with the spirit stirring lyric, ‘Scots wha hae ‘wi’ Wallace bled,” and that genial groeting, ‘ Auld i 8yne.”’ We trace our hero to the early intotlectual lance of an old woman, of whom he mys, “sho had, supposo, the largest collection in the country of tales ‘That I, for Bome ‘wounded pride, remorse, all pursued him. in and‘ z of ‘Souter Johnie” and the ‘Devil The great rer of his mind ‘of poetic beauty and the dame’s rude teach- to be eternized, were already fix- hemselves in the young poet’s eye, of which we may say, it was even then “In « fine phrenzy , large, dark eye, in which Professor Walker ‘the most striking index of wy resided,”” and to which Sir Walter Scott ludes thus:—!(I never saw such another eyo in a human head, though T have seen the most di wshed men of my time.’’ It was‘’a mischievous eye |,88 she might have bn pe My the poet at the age of sixteen—when his 10u ful’’?)—called “a bonnie, sweet, lass’’—the ed tbat admitted from the bright orbs of Mary Campbell t influences which when had called her from earth made her seem to him asthe lines to “Highland Mary”? make ber appear tous. That an ardent and too general passion for women stirred in bis heart, and marred, to some degree, the prosperity of his life, was known to none better than himself, as we may infor from the lines euggesting a poet's epit , in which he says :—~ ‘The poor inhabitant below ‘Was quick to learn, and wise to know, Ané Kenly fek the friendly glow, ‘And flaine : But thoughtless follies Jaid him low, And stained his name. ‘We follow, with profound interest, the career of this earnest, ambitious, proud young bard, who looked without favor upon the rank which was but ‘the guinea stamp,” feeling allthe while ‘the man’s the gowd.’’ We hear him, in allusion to the renter Progress and success of his compeers and fchool fellows, exclaim, ag he referred to their advance:—‘‘I was standing idle in the market place or only left the chase of the butterfly from flower to flower to hunt fancy from whim to whim.” There he stood, somewhat aloof from the world, acting on what Dr. Jobnson called his ‘defensive pride.” But the world had an ear and heart open to notes attuned in the deep melo- dies of nature. And when the ii of trath wore painted by him in the language of truth, when he repro- duced the sentiments, passions and feelings of our nature, be “attained his poe by one gigantic bound.” Even at the moment when he contemplated becoming an exile from his native land, his poems commanded the universal admiration of his countrymen. The learned professor and the humble oetler alike delighted in his lines and gloried in his triumph. From the first avails of his success he erected a tomb over the neglected remains of his brother poet, Ferguson. How eventful, checkered, imprudent, and yet brilliant bis career up to the time, in 1796, when we find him in ‘“‘sickneas, sorrow and debt at Dumfries,” undergoing his last illness, not, as we are told, ‘with ostentation of philoeophy, but with firmness, as well as feeling,”’ maintaining, too, the undying capacity for humor which developed itself even at that solemn hsdpa) when, thinking of the Dumfries Volunteers, to which corps he belonged, he remarked to a friend:—‘‘John, don’t let the awkward squad fire over mo.”” (Laughter ‘and cheers.) We are told that while he was dying hi was “‘likea Ddesiegod ae The interest in his fate was intense. He died. The conqueror of hearts died. And in what state was his cold form exhibited? ‘He lay—says Allan Cunningham—in a plainand unadorned coffin, with a linen sheet drawn oyer his face, and on the bed and around the body herbs and flowers were thickly strewn according to the meee of thecountry. He was wast somewhat by long illnoss; but death had not {ncreagod the swarthy hie of his fuce, which was uncommonly dark and “eeply marked—his broad and open brow was pale and serene, and around it his sable hair lay in masses, slighly touched with gray. The room where he lay was plain and neat, and the simplicity of the poet’s humble dwelling pressed the presence of death more closely on the heart than if his bier had been embellished by vanity, and covered with the blazonry of high ancestry and rank. (Sensation. Thousands of his countrymen flocked to his ral, an he was deposited in a humble sepulchre, whence, in 1815, his remains were transferred to a mausoleum, in- scribed with an epitaph far more learned, but not so ex- pressive as that which I have already recited. The strug- gle of this man’s persona! life was a severe one. Poverty, He was, in- deed, of thatclass mentioned by Shelley, who “learn in suffering what they teach in song.’’ Well might Mrs. Hemans compare the struggles of such a poet, who seta bright gems upon the brow of humanity, with those of the Peat’ who shall think, when the strata is sung nd who # when ‘Till a thousand hearis are stirred, ‘What life drops, from the minstrel wrang, Have gushed with every word. None! None! His treasures live, like thine, He strives and dies, like thee— ‘Thon that hast been to the pearl’s dark shrine, ‘Thou wrestler of the sea. Not tay ets mes # or sad the career or destiny of Burne. He enjoyed his fame even while he lived, and died with a full conviction that his name would, as it will, be cherished while that of bis country remained. Like the Welsh bards of old, he stood as they when they as- sembled ‘in the face of the sun and the eye of light.” With all that to nature, he had real sympathy, set ade sneer Sia sate gym) und truthfai and 4 Poohtats dalay,, the bomssleas mouse, the wounded the meanest creature of earth, could excite his feeling and awaken his genius. Whatever were his faults, they in- Jured him most. To those who think of these I would say, in his admirable verse:— ‘Who made the heart, ’tis He alone Decidedly ean try ‘us; He knows each chord Each spring, its various bias. ‘Then at the balance What's done we party may compute * . But know DOL what's resisted. A century has passed since his birth—a busy century, full of new and wondrous achievements and events. It has noted many o——-. important in themselves and their consequences. it had been deemed imperishable has passed away ; what considered famous become, in man; instances,unknown. Iconoclasts, innovators, reformers, busy all over the world. Even Russia is breaking the chalas of serfdom. What some men call unrest is agi- tating the planet we inhabit. But the light and the power of true and beneficent genius, such as instructs and pleages man in his peaceful and silent houre—these still abide. The lustre of Burns’ fame shines unalterably, even like that of the stars. Tacitus and Sallust are re- nowned as historians; but we can never feel certain that they were not more Lote to their patrons than to veracity. Not so with Burns. e poet isa man of at least three existences: one is a tribute to duty, another to society, the third to his in . , Wordsworth, Sir Walter Scott have memorialized Burns in the Old World. American poets have rejoiced to do him justice. One of these presides here to-night, toward whom, as a poet, I miay not say what the future will certainly utter; but I’ claim the privilege of repeating some lines from one usually de- nominated the “Quaker Poet,”’ whom I could not ire if—like tle presiding officer of this assemblage—he did not sympathise with human freedom in all its forms and condi . John G. Whittier bas adorned his own charac- ter, and the hero of this hour, by exclaiming:— is those who never erred, forget worth in vain y Sweet son! of song! own my debt ‘Uncancelled by his failings. ter”—to say nothing and Doctor Horabook.” ‘was already fashioning, into shay interest, the confused material - Images, destined EF E Ai Lament who will, the ribald line Ww) tells his trom duty— ‘How kissed the ng lips of wine, Or wanton ones of beauty. But think, while falls that shade between ‘The erring one and heaven, ‘That he who loved like Magdalen, Like her may be forgiven ‘Not his the song whose thund’rous chime Eternal echoes ‘The mournful Tuscan’s haunted rhyme, And Milton’s starry splendor. Give lettered pomp to teeth of time, Bit ont he Boise ely rayne — But spare his “Highland Mary.”’ Rey. Dr. Oscoon responded to the second toast—“Tho Genius of Burns””—remarking that, though Scotland ‘owned Burns she could not keep him for herself, for the moment the treasure was shown to the world the world claimed him. | (Applause) The speaker remarked upon the universality of the celebration of that evening, and he should not wonder if the old sea serpent—tho Atlantic cable—wore to wake up and send a message from the “banks and bracts 0” bonnie don.” (Applause.). The speaker proceeded to culogize the talents of Burns, ing of the poem, “A man’s a man for a’ that,” he said that it was 0 dedaration af independencetn sodg, and os juded to his repeated reverential oxpressi wi that, whatevor his faults were, he acknowledged God, and was sensible of the duty of man towards him. He recognized Burns as the poet of liberty, sustained by con- stitutional ia, not as tho friend of either autocrats or mobocrats, but as taking the middle place betwoen the two. "Ho concluded by giving the sontlneat:— ‘The Great Poets of Humanity. ‘To the toast of “America,” Mr. VERPLANoK answered for the Mayor, who, ashe announced, had left the room in consequence of {iinees in his stomach and head (the rich- ness of the probably having disturbed his stomach, fand the. intellectual redundance of the orators having at Mr. V. continued at some whom an in correspon: i pepe g hee gh A ees Cx and oe which hy & good spplatee or at least of noise from audience, the conclusion of his remarks being welcomed of unmistakeable satisfaction. spoke to the toast of The Queen,” high- Jy eulogizing that lady’s domestic character as a woman & mother, and laying ‘stroas upon her fro- jetta was glad to see her name Chief ate of merica, and was that hor health was received with 80 much honor an i, To the toast of The Poets and Poetry of America,” Dr. J. W. Francis responded, expreesing his di Mdence in treat- ing of #0 wide a subject, enumerating several American es. Ho saw at that moment two of our most ustrious: , and he on ‘that Halleck ay ‘writings, alluding to the beautiful b; which they had Tarnished. Ho bad’e, sogenintence, with ont te. = irene 1 veterans and philogo- in a social fashion, and hour. shes were read from corres- ding societies in Wasi Boston, New ven, Asbany, Detroit, Philadelphia, ‘and’ Que- bec, congratulating the Burns Club of New York on the festive occasion. Several relica of Burns were exhibited during the night, among them the bark of a tree on which Burns carved his own name, a look of Burns’ hair, an old Jacobite song book once owned by Burns, a of an advertise- ment in an American ange of he Advertiser, shown by Chas. Burt, Faq.—in which the Cy ge apo- ses for the delay in providing the work for want of printing paper, but promising to issue it at the earlicst possible moment. The Ly | on this occasion was quite of a superior order. Mr. Simpson’s ‘Minstrel Boy’? was loudly en- aes ‘and indeed his whole performance was most ex- cellen The Burns Club telegraphed to kindred societies meeting in Boston, Philadelphia, Toronto, Montreal, Quebec, Hali- fax, St. Louis, Natchez, Milwaukie, Albany, Cincinnati, Trois Rivieres, New Orleans, Hamilton, Canada West, and Charleston. ‘The arrangements of the evening were conducted in an admirable Banat, and our reporter is indeb‘ed much to kindness of secretary, Mr. Vair Clirehugh, for foalliceaorded hiss on the osécnes, eh THE FESTIVITIES AT MOZART HALL. As fawsont, crouse and braw company, as collected in Mozart Hall last evening, was a most fletherin proof that the universal love for Scotland’s bard by his countrymen ig not yet waukrife, It was nota mere collection of men who came for a wamefu’, or to sacher with unusual sprittie, or to stech from the many good things provided on the occasion. It was a fair swatch of our Scottish citizens; and, though the strunt was plentiful, each one seemed to ‘think solely of the occasion, and that a skinklin of the good things was enough. At the close of the evening you might imagine that no one of the guests had taken more thane sowp. The Baggie was well provided for, and the haggis, bonnock, bow-kail, Uroote croudie, kitchen, Woves, parritch and sawens, were well represented. The room was tastefully decorated throughout with flags of nearly every nation and evergreens. Behind the Preai- dent’s and guests’ table a large transparent portrait of Robert Burns was erected, being very prettily docorated with American flags and flowexs, among which the thistle was prominent, and the initials of the poet, R. B., ap- peared in letters of gold, relieved by blue and red grounds. On the wall back of this, in gilt letters on a red ground, in the form of a semi-circle, was the following mmortal line, from the pen of the immortal bard:— A man’s a man for a’ that.” ‘A large Amorican eagle surmounted the portrait of Burns, holding in its beak a wreath which appeared as if just about to drop upon the poet’s head, while smaller eagles were posted on each side—the whole being a very ornamental headpiece to the room. The large galle- les “of the hall were quite filled with ladies, who would, no doubt, have been invited down had the poet Burns been’ living and present instead of doad and having his memory honored. The sovereign lords of creation, however, to the number of about three hundred and fifty, sat down, about half-past seven, as unconcern- edly as if the ladies were not present, and neglected. ¢ President, Mr. David B. Scott, occupied the head of the table, having at his right Profestor Nairne, and on his left Mayor Tiemann, who, ag he entered (rather late) was received with uprosrious cheering. ‘The Pusspent announced that Rey. Matthew Hall Smith would ask the blessing, which being done, the company proceeded to do justice to the supper. The Pxxsenr, at precisely nine o'clock, called the meeting to order, alluding to the interesting occasion of the one hundredth anniversary of the birthday of Burns, claiming for his faults that sympathy and tolerance which Burns himself had advocated other They had come, not to celebrate birthday of Burns as. the of he was renowned, but there was in him a freedom of toul which had made hia declaration of independenoo— “a man’s a man for a’that’—as oclebrated as the decia- ration of Thomas Jefferson. —( ), He was, be- sides, a true patriot. » he would quote the closing stanzas of the “Cotter’s Satur- day Night.” Ho was endeared as the bard. They ald not bring bim honor, ag he compellod it. His namo was one of the few not born ‘To- to die, (Applause) ite How ory tranmoanded, bis ‘own fondest die. How much his his own ance expectation! He fancied contd realise the poet’s ings of mournfulnees when he wrote “Queen Mary’s Lament.” The aj ion of the poet came from the masses; and to-night, by his own banks of Ayr his sons are the guests of the great—to-night Edinburg has brought Lord Brougham to the honor of his memory—to-night, in every | city where Scotchmen could be found—and where could they not be found?—in all climes, the poet’s memory was honored. (Applause.) He then proceeded to announce the toasts in their order, as follows:— The Birthday of Burns—A hundred years have passed and of ort "4 ng" Robie.” Mr. James Gibeon. ‘The Sopgs and Poetry of Burns—Age cannot wither nor gustom stale thelr infinite variety. Speech by Professor Chas. T. Natre. Song—" Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw.” Mr. James Poole. ‘The Memory of Burns, Drank in ailence. ‘The Land of our Adoption—The land which so nearly became the adopted country of our great: Had he reached it ho would bave shown the world that love for Auld Scotland does not die out when & Jearns to love America. Song— Scotchman ‘The Rigs o’ Barley.” Mr. Mac}o Our Native Land—Dear land of the mountain and the flood! When we forget thee may we have a Burns to write onr epl- taph. tong—" Ratlin’, Roarin’ Willie.” Mr. Wim. Millier. Fhe Genlset Burne, “Soog-" Ye banks ad brace 0” boany ames doon.”” cil—When right we'll s part them, when wrong we'll oppose them; in either case as stub- born'as Scotehmen. Song—“Highland Mary.” Mr. James The Moral and Intellectual Training of a Scotch Fireside, john F. Bowie. “John Jo.” Mr. ; vp Ric Rducation. Bong—"Flow Gently, Sweet afon ” Mr, free as air, the other a Red Red Rose.” ‘Press—The one Song—“My Love is Like “Ber prentice hand she tried on man, And then she made the 0.” “Green Grow the Rashes, 0.” Mr. Miller. Mr. Gibson’s of ‘Robin’? was enthusiastically en- cored, but ay ident ox an encore her be a ible, as there was a . Programme, ng fore to satisfy every Scotchman, and every Amer! who wished to be a Scotchman. Professor CHantxs T. Nairxe responded to the second toast— The songs and poetry of Burns’’—and expressed his inability to give adequate expression to the sentiments appropriate to the occasion, for from everywhere where Caledonians bad ae, pect a antes as well as from Scotland, the sweet echoes of these Ayr- shire songs were being echoed. (Aj .) ‘They wero coming from the sunny South, from tho Canadian wilder- ness, from the Orient, from the West where the rivers are broader but not go enchanting as the “ banks and braes’o’ bonnie Doon;”’ from the daisy meadow, from the harvest field, and from where Burns picked the thisties from the hand of bis first love; from the workshop of tho artisan, and the drawing room, and from the battle fleld, and from the famishing, Eerrigot, of Lucknow. (Applause.} The whole air was filled with their music. These gongs and poems were the inspired breathings not alone of Burns, but of all Scotland. ¢Applause.) In no case have we such an instance of the complete identification of an individual genius with the heart of a nation. (Applauee.) The sentiments of the nation found their interpreter in Robert Burns. Applause.) When Burns went beyond his own country he was feeble, but with ‘his foot upon his native heath,’’ his strength returned. His poems were as popular among native Americans as among native Scotch- men. (Applause.) He had been surprised at home by the American love for Burns and his genius, and had met on this side of the world quite as much reverence for him. (Applause.) The fove that be celebrated was whe most uncalculating of all loves, and he never failed to launch his ire against a woman who marries a man because hoe has an “establishment,” ar against a man who marries for the same selfish t. (Laughter and applause.) With all the drawbacks of the difficulties in understanding the peculiar diction of Buras, there must be some peculia charm in the writings of Burns to secure such universal reverence. (Al .) This ‘was the grand inde- pendence of poet. (Applanse.) This it was that covered all his faults, made us even forget, in his bacchanalian orgies, his audacious fun in mistaking tho morning sun for the moon. (Applause.) Thea there was his noble in nce in rebuking the back- slidings of the church; its condition rather provoked his contempt than corrected his skepticism. Applause.) They fondly hoped that he who wrote the ‘‘Cotter’s Satur. day Night” did not die as the fool dieth; that ho died as ‘an honest man, with a fixed loathing of hypocrisy and a love for all mankind, there could be doubl. | (Applause.) ‘His own father’s Cog eget taught him that there was some good in the , though there wore many poloane.) Tat be all “aweir “ensenvors’t 0 5 it cir or ifexibis honesty in this their —_ yht take a bribo, or glad stab at the heart of rote, oaks. of | lberty the dirt by the ‘nd of p, lot it not be said had thus polluted this lum of the free. (Applanse.) “‘An honest man’s tho noblest work of God.” (Applatng) After next song , POOLE, lent, that the following despatch had ‘been received from Bite. more:— Joy to the Fld this julei- woo night lovers of Burns throughout the world on i ‘Tho Pranperr then, in order to accommodate Mayor ‘Tiemamm, who was called away, gave ‘The Mayor and Common Council’ out of their regular order, which was received with cheers. Mayor Trewann said he could not refuse to say ® few words. His doctrine had always beeu {0 oppose wrong, with the | stubbornness of | @ Dutchman. (Laughter.) He was glad to bear that the Scotch stubsorntess was to be added to that, (Ap- plause.) It was the duty of the Scotchman to participate in our elections and exercise his with the judgment for which Scotebmen were proverbial. He wished to say that the whigs and democrats loved Burns’ songs quite a much as the native Americans, and he thought that ‘Yankee boys would love ‘Scots wha ha’ wi’ Wallace bled” quite as well as “Yankee Doodle.” (Applause.) The pt senae with a humorous story which set the house Next came a song by Mr. James Gibson—‘“Highland Mary”—which was Toudly cheered. . The Prxsipext announced that Mr. J. W. Gerard was not present to respond to the ‘ Land of our adoption,” but Mr. Gerard at that moment entered the room, and after the toast had been repeated, proceeded to say boretbasnabe cater pollccal — 1g in mene OS —not or partisan pury atime, too, when thousaids and tens of thouanie of Boochinen in every State and country were celebrating the same event. (Applauge.) It was true that seven cities claimed to be the birth of Homer; and he had seen in thia country men at different times professing to be English, Dutch ‘and Irish, as the occasion might require. (Ap- plause.) He deemed it necessary to show his nativity, and preve it. He rejoiced in Scotch parents, with rather an extraordinary cross, their forefathers having been French Huguenots; and he could therefore claim the ravity of the Scotchman, with a little of the vivacity and levity of the Frenchman. (Laugh- ter and applause.) He continued at some length, recounting bis recent visit to the land ef his fathers, and recommended his hearers never to forget their own country, for while they did that they would re- main good citizevg of the land of their adoption, He drew & parallel between Scotchmen and Yankees, and drew a8 a conctusion the facts that there were few Scotch beggars, few Scotch criminals, few Scotch ey apa few Scotcn clients. He bad never known of a lawyer. (Ap- | nee! Ifthere were but two books in a Scotchman’s ourc, they would be the “Guid Book” and the works of him whose memory they that day celebrated. (Laugh- ser.) He had come to the conclusion that there were three inspirations for poots—women, war and wine. Burns had taken the first and the last, and would have taken the middle had he had achance (Applause.) Ho referred in terms of praise to the glorious relief of Luck- now, and drew a picture of the condition of our country a hundred years hence, welcoming to the land of freedom the sons of the ‘‘land 0’ cakes.”” Dr. Histor responded to “Our native land,” and de- clared that that man is not a Scotchman, who, standing upon his native soil, has not said, “This is my own, my native land.” It was land which had produced more great men¢han any other land in proportion. He gave in conclusion, ‘The women of our native land, the helm of the State and the hope of our future.” Mr. Wa, Miuzr sang ‘‘Rattlin’, Roarin’ Willie,” amid much applause. “The genius of Burns’? was responded to Wy Mr. Davin 8. Coppixaton, who declared that Burns was the only Poet who could command this jubilant birthright celebra- tion. pplause.) It was not only because he had ac ded'a few rhymes to Scottish poetry, but because he had touched the great common heart by his identity with the mon lot. (Applause.) The speaker continued at some length, amid rapturous applause, and the festivities psi continued until “the wee sma’ hour ayant the wal.” AULD LANG SYNE ASSOCIATION. CELEBRATION OF BURNS’ BIRTHDAY—“HAGGIS” IN ABUNDANCE—SINGING, CONVIVIALITY AND ELO- QUENCE. Notwithstanding the attractions presented by the differ- ent Scottish clubs at the Astor, Mozart Hall, Brooklyn, Jersey City and the celebrative and festive dinners in the leading saloons patronized by Scotiand’s sons throughout New York, the members of the ‘Auld Lang Syne Aesociation’? mustered some three hundred mom- bers to join in the simultaneous celebration of the ‘centennual birthday of ‘one who, in their expresalye words, showed his appreciation of God’s work: Gi'e me ne spark o’ Nature’s fire *T ina’ the learning I desire; ‘Then tho’ I drudge thro’ dub'and mire ‘At plengh or cart, My muse, tho’ hamely in attire, ae May touch the heart, At eight o'clock a bounteons repast was provided in the hall, 683 Eighth avenue, which was decorated in an appro- Priate manner for theoccasion. The members of theas- Bociation wore neat badges of tartan, with a beautiful en- graved portrait of Burns. Atthe end of the hall a dais was raised for the President and officers of the society, together with a sweet toned piano, which was artistically performed upon during the evening. The “ Hiland pipes,”’ however, did not lend their bewitching sounds on the occasion; but, as a proper substitute, a Milesian union piper was présent,and afforded much gratification and pleasure during the evening forming some select and popular Seotcl airs. fie Before dinner the President, David B. Kerr, Fsq., in in- troductug the national dish, recited Burns’ ‘Address to some doven dishes of which lay, smiling and before the company, who very id ample justice to that 4 wey . Fair fa" honest apnete face — Great chieftain o’the puddin’ race, amid “Auld Lang Syne,” followed by “The Low Backed Car” (!) from the pipes. __ The following toasts were then given, interspersed by ‘some beautiful singing by Mr. Robert Anderson, Messrs. Dewhues, Hay, Boyd and otter members ofthe associa- 1, The day we celebrate. 2, The President, and the Land We Live Ta—May the sons of Columbia always be respected at home and honor- ed abroad. Song—'Star Spangled Banner.” Mr. R. W. Griggor. 3, The Queen, and the Land We Loft—May the daugh- ters, wives and mothers of our native land, like Queen Victoria, always be respected for their virtuous habits. 4. The Memory of Burns—Who was honest in purpose, nobie in mind, sympathetic in nature, and a true pat: iot 6. The Memory of Washington. 6. A Free Press and Universal Education. ‘T. The Lasses—Heaven’s last best gift to man, 8. The Land 0’ Cakes. Caledonia, stern and wild— Prost nares fee a posto cad. Y4nd ofthe mountain and the flood,” 9, The Memory of Tannahill. 10. The Living Poets of America. Origwnal centenary song, from the Burns’ Club— ‘Then proudly lift your bonnets, lads, —W. Boyd. 11. The Memory of Wallace and Bruce. 12, The Genius of Burns. ‘ 18. The Memory of Sir Walter Scott. 14. Our Sweethearts and Wives—Our burns and fire- side. In introducing the ‘‘memory of Burns” the Presipent addressed the association as follows:—Gentlemen, I am leased to see you here once more, on this 26th day of january, 1859. Ere Poa pd passed over our heads, and we are assembled to do homage to genius and to true merit. I feel pleased to preside over such acompany as this, when I see around me so many faces beaming with joy,and so many gray hairs on intelligent and enter. prising men. have another pride, gentlemen, which oon ought to give me much satisfaction, and that is that I have the honor to preside over you on the celebration of the centennial birthday of Robert Burns— ® pleasdre which I never can live to enjoy again. It would be almost insulting to you, gentlemen, were I to attempt to delineate what Burns was, for “yo aw’ ken him” yourselves. (Applause.) Professor Wilson has said “that Burns is by far the greatest that ever sprung from the bosoin of the people and lived and died in a humble condition; and no country in the world bat Scotland could have produced such a man, for he will for- ever be a true representative of the genius of his coun- try.” That is authority enough for me; ‘ye ken the rest.” (Applause.) Burns speaks to you in your own language. "ie speaks to vou in sucha way that every one of you understand him. He sings to you simply, not in the old One Hundred, Dundee, or in the French, or in the semi.demi and demi-semi quavers of some Italian mas- ter which you may hear, but may not touch the heart. This is the one hundredth birthday of Robert Burns, and where are the emperors, kings, lords and dukes that flourished in his day? They are gone to the grave—gone to that “bourne from which no traveller returns,” and are for- gotten. But Burns still lives; ho is this day recoiving from the whole world that homage which the greatest po- tentate might envy. (Cheers.) The toast was responded to most enthusiastically by the entire company. At ten o'clock the President announced that, in accordance with the arrangement made by the different clubs throughout the United States, they would simultaneously drink “Burns’ Memory,’’ which was responded to by the whole company standing. After other sentiments the gentlo- yyed themselves until the early hours, mindful of advice to his country men— French brandy ia but trnah—sbame for’t; Jat T doonna pree; THE CELEBRATION AT CAMERON'S. A very interesting and sociable celebration of the cen- tennial anniversary of the birthday of Robert Burns came off last evening at Cameron’s dining rooms, corner of Pine and William streets. Over one hundred persons sat down to the supper, and Mr, Robert Anderson was unanimously called upon to preside during the evening. The room was gaily decorated with flags of the United States, and others displaying ‘the thistle,” which wore purposely got up for the occasion. Over the chairman’s head was suspended a half length portrait, which was also specially got up for the occasion, and painted by Mr. Thom, son of Thom the cele- brated sculptor, while a half length likeness of Washington hung gracefully over the head of the Vice President. When® the cloth was removed the chairman read a long and clo- quent paper, eulogizing the character and biography of Burns. In tho paper very effective arguments were do- to show that the character of Burns, though m: fees tod by. owe who’ nolter knew io still moral man—that of an angel clothed in humanity, Tt was strikingly shown in the paper how Burns understoo! ‘and delineated human nature and everyday , by ox. tracts from some of his poems—such as“ Sauurday Night,” and others sete dak The toast was: ‘The Day wo Celebrate,’? which was received with great enthusiasm, and followed by one of the gentlemen present singing “A man's a mam for a that” in a very animating style. The other toasts were: “‘The President of thd Ualted States “'Queon’ Victoria,” “the "Press." and ““Woman’—ali of which wero responded to by speeches short and . The toasts were ‘also int 1 of patriotic and comic songs by various the company, with a eniit effect. Among these songs was “Uncle’s Sam's farm,” was supg in such @ manner as to create great and merriment, ‘When the regular toasts were disposed of, volunteer toasts, songs and sentiments were the order of business till the ‘‘wee sma hour a mornin”’ informed the company that they could no longer mingle in the social celebration of the Centennial Anniversary of the birthday of “‘Scotia’a favorite bard.”” Everything connected with the celebration passed off well, from the appearance and subsequent aisappearanca, of the well known and better tasted “haggis” to | close of the festivities. THE BURNS FESTIVAL IN BROOKLYN. With the view of affording the countrymen of Burns re- tiding in Brooklyn an opportunity of being represented im the centennial anniversary of the birthday of their na- tional and immortal bard, the Burns Association of that city announced arrangements for s grand supper and ball. at Gothic Hall. The Scotch Brooklynites were fortunate im their conclusion to have a dance. Scotchmen may managa to pass two hours under the electrifying eloquence of « Beecher, and double that time at a dinner party, whera they can join in\the “hip, hip, hurrah’? to toasts, and cheer lustily, with stentdrian lungs, to patriotic senti- ments; but, after all, Sawney is never 0 satisfied in hig festive hour as when’ he is reeling through and through and going it with a right good will to “Tullochgoram”” and “Gillie Callam.”” ‘Many who were at the Gothic Hall would doubtless hava gone to the Astor House but for the limited space of that spacious dining hall limiting the number of tickets to ba £0ld; and probably many who enjoyed themselves in the metropolis thought of their countrymen and countrywo- men—braw lads and bonnie lasses—tripping on the light fantastic toe in Brooklyn. What between enjoying wi was before each, and contemplating what was elsewhera for the enjoyment of others, and ahogether that the sum total was im honor of their Burns, itis fairly to be presumed that the Sons of the Thistle, from lowland plaing and hie- land hills, enjoyed themselves to their hearts content. They tried to do £0, at least, at Gothic Hall. e company was small, but very respectable. Thera were not probably altogether two hundred persons pre- Sent, and in spite of the enchanting musi: there, seemed a heavy dulness, ss if everybody felt that elsewhera others Were enjoying themselves on a more colossal At nine o'clock there was asufficient number present to commence THE DANCING. To dilate on the individual style of discussing tha viands, &c., of a supper table would be quite as sensibla ‘as to remark on the style of individual dancing at the ball last night; but it may be said tha Professor McPberson’a taste, judgment and activity in cOnducting the ceremonioa were highly creditable to him and very agreeable to thosa over whom he wielded his baton. Ofcourse they had polka, waitz, scottische and mazurka; but these passed into the land of forgetfulness whenever the company were set for a reel. Sawney then thought only of tha heather hills, the sweet innocence of nature’s children; and; indifferent to the studied grace of signor and sig- norita, he made the kilts shake while he toed and heeled in earnest. THE SUPPER. After eleven o’clock the company were summoned ta the supper room, underneath the ball room, where fiva tables were loaded with éverything that could please tha eye, satiate and refresh the inner man. At the head of the centre table the stars and stripes and the union jack, pier Leamgasip npr ype rom a life size — jurns, while stri every color 8 from thee wal were, calen” asound Ue 4 and extended over the roof from one end to the ofher. Without measuring individual exertions, the supper was presumed to be enjoyed. THE TOASTS AND THE SPEECH OF THE EVENING. After a few remarks from the President of the associa- tion the first regular toast was read:— ‘The Day we Celebrate—The birth of Burns. Responded to by Mr. H. B. Pexxrxs, of Fort Washing- ton. Mr. P. was very eloquent in his eulogium of Burns, ‘He took the poet at his birth:— Just acentury ago, beyond the broad Atlantic, in a bumble cottage, Beg ae blue waters of bonnie Doon, there came into breathing world, during a tem- pestuous storm, one of geniuses that has since thrilled millions of hearts by the melody of his verse, and to-night bis fellow country- men and admirers have met here in this Western World to celebrate the anniversary of that event ‘The memory of Burns‘has been honored and ennobled by of the ablest writers of the Old World, and but yes- hig memory was regilt and by that distinguished orator, Heary Ward. . How, then. sir, can I hope to add one single flower to the wreath that already adorns his noble brow. Yet, if Icannot do this, I can at least pay in part my share of that debt of grati- tude which the world owes to its benefactors; and who will not_readily admit that as a world wide benefactor stands pre-eminent. While we point with pride to Newton, Bacon and Locke, to Shakspere and Mil- ton, to Byron and Moore, our hearts all unbidden turm with their warmest love’ to Scotia’s gifted child of song. those rare men who sometimes, 1] not frequently, spring from the humble ranks of life. Ho could not point back to a long train of titled ancestry. Ha ‘was not one of those Froud boasters of a splendid ting, Like gilded ruins mouldertng while they shine. He did not, like Wellington, load forth bannered armies to battle and to victory; nor did he, ike the eloquent Curran and the sublime Burke, the applause of listeni multitudes command; nor yet, like our own Franklin, down the red lightning from it far off home that it might ‘become the swi ae eon 4 ees oe fairer field ot pocey and song he won the right wreath only to mighty poets due. Burns favorite of the fair sex,as men of serve tobe. The time will not permit us feative occasion; but wear the @ special ‘The following were the remainder of the toasts:— ‘The Poets and Poetry of all Nations. ‘The Preaident and the Land of our Adoption. yen, and the Land of our Birth. uFES Agsociation of the city of Brooklyn, and the Burns Associations in all the world. The Ladies. Fach toast was duly honored and responded to, while at table an original poem was read, embracing Burns and his werks. Several songs were also well sung. ‘On returning to the ball room Professor m was called upon to dance the “Highland Fling,” which he did in a masterly manner, and was loudly applauded by the company. Dane og ‘was resumed, and continued till early morning. THE BURNS CELEBRATION IN JERSEY CITY. ‘The centennial anniverary of Robert Burns’ birthday ‘was duly colobrated in Jersey City yesterday. Last even- ing the Burns Club of that city and others met at tha ‘Atlantic Hotel to celeqrate the occasion. Arrecherché sup- per was served up at nine o'clock, which was duly dis- opened the post-prendial exercises of the night by’ the fol- lowing remarks:— ight delightful melodies are now chiming in CONTINUED ON BIGHTH PAB ee