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NOTES AND QUERIES. 
[ No. 19. 
INEDITED LINES BY ROBERT BURNS. 
The following lines by Robert Burns have never 
appeared in any collection of his works. They 
were given to me some time ago at Chatham Bar- 
racks by Lieut. Colonel Fergusson, R.M., for- 
merly of Dumfriesshire, by whom they were copied 
from the tumbler upon which they were originally 
written. 
Shortly before the death of Alan Cunningham I 
sent these verses to him, as well as two Epigrams 
of Burns’ “ On Howlet Face,” and “On the Mayor 
of Carlisle’s impounding his Horse,” which were 
not included in his edition of Burns’ works. Ina 
letter which I received from Alan Cunningham, 
and which now lies before me, he says : — 
“The pieces you were so good as to send me are by 
Burns, and the Epigrams are old acquaintances of 
mine. I know not how I came to omit them. I shall 
print them in the next edition, and say it was you who 
reminded me of them.” 
I believe that one or both of the Epigrams were 
printed in the 8vo. edition of the works in one 
volume, but my name is not mentioned as the 
sontributor, which I regret; for, as an enthusiastic 
admirer of Burns, and a collector for many years 
of his fugitive pieces, it would have been gratifying 
to me to have been thus noticed. Perhaps Cun- 
ningham did not superintend that edition. 
The verses I now send you, and which may, 
perhaps be worth preserving in your valuable 
miscellany, originated thus :— On occasion of a 
social meeting at Brownhill inn, in the parish of 
Closeburn, near Dumfries, which was, according 
to Alan Cunningham, “a favourite resting-place 
of Burns,” the poet, who was one of the party, 
was not a little delighted by the unexpected ap- 
pearance of his friend William Stewart. He seized 
a tumbler, and in the fulness of his heart, wrote 
the following lines on it with a diamond. The 
tumbler is carefully preserved, and was shown 
some years since by a relative of Mr. Stewart, at 
his cottage at Closeburn, to Colonel Fergusson, who 
transcribed the lines, and gave them to me with 
the assurance that they had never been printed. 
The first verse is an adaptation of a well known 
Jacobite lyric. 
“ You're weleome Willie Stewart! 
You're weleome Willie Stewart ! 
There’s no a flower that blooms in May 
That's half so welcome as thou art! 
“Come bumper high, express your joy ! 
The bowl—ye maun renew it — 
The ¢appit-hen — gae fetch her ben, 
To welcome Willie Stewart ! 
* May faes be strong —may friends be slack — 
May he ilk action rue it — 
May woman on him turn her back 
Wad wrang thee Willie Stewart!” 
J. Reynety WREFORD. 
LACEDZZMONIAN BLACK BROTH. 
Your correspondent “R. O.” having inquired 
after the author of the conjecture that the Lace- 
demonian Black Broth was composed wholly, or 
in part, of coffee, such an idea appearing to me to 
have arisen principally from a presumed identity 
of colour between the two, and to have no foun- 
dation in fact, [have endeavoured to combat it, in 
the first instance, by raising the question, whether 
it was black or not ? 
This has brought us to the main point, what the 
fopds pédag really was. And here “ R. O.” appears 
to rest content upon the probability of coffee having 
been an ingredient. Permit me to assign some 
additional reasons for entertaining a different 
opinion. 
We read nothing in native writers of anything 
like coffee in Greece, indigenous or imported ; and 
how in the world was it to get into Laconia, inha- 
bited, as it is well known to have been, by a race of 
men the least prone of any to change their customs, 
and the least accessible to strangers? Lycurgus, 
we are told, forbade his people to be sailors, or to 
contend at sea*, so that they had no means of im- 
porting it themselves ; and what foreign merchant 
would sell it to them, who had only iron money to 
pay withal, and dealt, moreover, as much as possi- 
ble by way of barter ? F 
But it may be said they cultivated the plant 
themselves ; that is, in other words, that the Helots 
raised it for them. If so, how happens it that all 
mention of the berry is omitted in the catalogue of 
their monthly contributions to the Phiditia, which 
are said to have consisted of meal, wine, cheese, 
figs, and avery little money ?{ and when the king 
of Pontus§ indulged in the expensive fancy of 
buying to himself (not hiring, let it be recollected) 
a cook, to make that famous broth which Dionysius 
found so detestable, how came he not at the same 
time to think of buying a pound of coffee also? 
Moreover, if we consider its universal popularity 
at present, it is hardly to be supposed that, in an- 
cient times, coffee would have suited no palate 
except that of a Lacedamonian. 
With respect to the colour of the broth, Iam 
reminded ef my own reference to Polluz, hibevit, 
who is represented by your correspondent to say 
that the uédas Couds was also called aizaria, a word 
which Messrs. Scott and Liddell interpret to 
* Xen. de Rep. Lac. 
+ “Emi singula non peeunia, sed compensatione 
mercium, jussit (Lycurgus).” — Justin. Ee 
¢ Plut, in Lye. 
§ Plut.in Lye. The word is mpiac@at, the cook pro- 
bably a slave and Helot. ‘There seems some confusion 
between this story, and that of Dionysius tyrant of 
Syracuse, noticed in the beginning of the Just. Lacon., 
and by Cicero in the Tusculan Questions, v, 34. The 
Syracusan table was celebrated. 
