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Burns’ Mausoleum in St. Michael’s Churchyard, Dumfries, 
August 20th, 1905.” Here are a few of the verses : 
My life’s desire has come at last 
To gaze upon thy tomb ; 
But oh! the memory of the past 
Doth fill my heart with gloom. 
Can marble slab or bust atone 
For those keen pangs of thine, 
When thee and Jean were left alone 
To weep and moan and pine. 
Can I forget those wintry nights 
When closeted with thee ? 
The rapturous joy, the pure delights, 
I owe them all to thee. 
To thee, sweet bard who trod this street, 
And roved the country round ; 
I fall a victim at thy feet, 
This spot is holy ground. 
The lecturer had also had quite an interesting correspond- 
ence with Lord Rosebery, who had sent him a copy of Burns’ 
works, which had been duly acknowledged by a poem in which 
the lecturer. wrote : 
A man is more than all the ore 
That lies beneath the soil, 
Or all the wealth that’s gained by stealth, 
Or won by honest toil. 
To thee so kind I am inclined 
To thank thee from my heart ; 
I’m pleased to think the social link 
Is not so far apart. ~ 
He had also sent to Lord Rosebery a copy of the poems of 
the late Henry Houlding. Much correspondence he had also 
had with Burns’ great grand-daughter, Jean Armour Burns 
Brown, to whom he had sent a photo of the late Henry Nutter. 
The president mentioned that it was twenty-nine years 
since the late Henry Nutter, an unrivalled authority, gave 
them an address on the poet, and six years ago an ardent 
Scot spoke to them on the homes and haunts of Burns. 
