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panes he scribbled upon, and the octavo copy of "De 

 Lolme on the British Constitution," in which he wrote, 

 " Mr. Burns presents this book to the library, and begs they 

 will take it as a creed of British liberty until they find 

 a better R. B." 



The poet, doubtful of the manner in which the senti- 

 ment would be received, afterwards pasted the fly-leaf back 

 upon the next page. But the tale of Burns's life in Dumfries 

 has been oft told. We know how he stamped leather, gauged 

 malt-vats, noted the manufacture of candles, granted spirit 

 licences, took his morning and afternoon walk along Dock 

 Green, received his six o'clock tea from Bonnie Jean, dis- 

 cussed the news with his friends at the Globe, was respected 

 and admired by the public, and beloved by his friends, and 

 died on the 2ist July, 1797, in that small upper chamber in 

 Bank Street. 



The old bridge which divides Galloway from Dumfries is 

 justly regarded with pride by the burghers. It is one of 

 their witnesses in chief, proving their title to a place in the 

 history of six centuries ago. Moreover, it is in itself a 

 romance of blood and feud, or, rather, would be so could it 

 tell of the deeds it witnessed in the blustering days of the 

 past; and, in its elevated position, it is a happy ornament 

 alike to the river and the town. 



It is impossible to narrate in their order, and with the 

 detail they deserve, the many attractions which the Scottish 

 Queen of the South loves to display. Space fails us to 

 write of Carlaverock Castle, the Ellengowan of " Guy Man- 

 nering;" of the monument to " Old Mortality" (Robert 

 Patterson) ; of the resting place of Helen Walker, the 

 original of Jeanie Deans ; of the much-frequented walk 

 along the Nith to the ruins of the Lincluden Abbey ; of 

 Sweetheart Abbey, built in mediaeval times by Dame Baliol 



