Reminiscences of the Royal Burgh of Haddington James Mylne of Lochhill
IN 1790, there was
published by Creech, of Edinburgh, a volume of 435 pages of
miscellaneous pieces, and two tragedies, by James Mylne, late tenant of
Lochhill, in the county of Haddington. It is now a scarce book, and
almost unknown. As the author was a member of a highly respectable old
East Lothian family, and the poems and tragedies are of great meritthe
latter quite in the style of Homes tragedy of Douglas, and Logans
Runimede, and in many passages quite equal to them a notice of them
may not be uninteresting to the reading public of the present day. Mr
Mylne died a young man. He had prepared his volume for publication, but
he did not live to see it accomplished, and it was published by
subscription after His death, dedicated by his son George Mylne, father
of the late Mr William Mylne, of Lochhill, to Henry Dundas, afterwards
Lord Melville, who was an old schoolfellow of Mylnes at Dalkeith
Grammar School. The subscription list attached to the volume shows that
the public strongly evinced their approbation of Mr Mylne as a man of
genius and of high intellectual attainments, for no less than 1220
copies were subscribed for from 850 subscribers. The subscription list
of an edition of Homes Douglas, published in 1798, only numbered 394
copies from 320 subscribers. The list included almost all the
proprietors, tenant farmers, merchants clergy, &c., of East Lothian in
1790, many from London and other places. It is interesting now in 1883
to look over the long list of old names.
Dr Patrick Carfrae,
minister of Morham, and afterwards of Dunbar, interested himself in Mr
Mylnes literary career, and wrote a preface to his volume, from which
the following is an extract:The author of the following poetical
pieces lives only in the remembrance of his friends; and there he will
live as long as unaffected modesty, warm and generous feelings, and
amiable simplicity of manners, and uncorrupted integrity of heart, are
regarded and cultivated among men. His genius led him in an early period
of life to poetry; and his taste in that line of composition was
afterwards cultivated and improved by a regular and liberal academical
education, and an acquaintance with the best ancient and modem poets.
Dr Carfrae corresponded with Robert Burns anent Mr Mylnes writings in
1789, with the view of publication, for which see his letter to Dr
Carfrae in Chambers edition, pages 28 and 29. Mylne dedicated a long
poem to Burns in the Scotch language to his praise. He begins his poem
by introducing to the reader winsome Allan Ramsay and poor Rob
Fergusson, and laments over the decline of gude auld Scotch, in the
following stanzas :
On yon green sod whare
Wi garland dow*d and looks forlorn!
Lord keep the lassie in her wits!
She sings, and yet she seems to mourn.
Do ye no ken the Scottish muse!
Here aft she seeks her darling shade;
And aft wi leaves that grave bedews,
Whare poor Rob Fergusson was laid.
But, whist, she speaks"My
A sair shock was thy death tae me!
For, since I lost my winsome Allan,
My only hope was sheught in thee!
Nae mair our verses, smooth and strang,
Our men to martial fame incite,
Or warbled in melodious sang,
Our maidens melt with saft delight.
Mylne rejoices, in the
following stanzas, that Burns has resuscitated the old mother tongue
They'll sing in hamely
For which nae nation ere could brag us,
Sangs that will aye gar Scotland smile
At whisky, or a good fat haggis.
In soothing, sympathising strain,
They shall revive the heart that mourns,
Then cried the muse a fidging fain,
I see youve found my Robbie Bums.
He frae his birth has been
He till he dies shall be the same;
And sangs frae him yell shortly hear
To rival yours and Ramsays fame.*
Mylne ends his long poem
of forty-one stanzas in praise of Bums by inviting him to come and visit
him at Lochhill, in the following quaint and expressive lines:
I hope ye think na to
Like mony more wi* foulsome flattery,
Far less to rouse your angers battery,
Was my intent;
To let ye ken, Id like to clatter wi ye
Was a I meant.
I seldom cringe to wealth
Or o their friendship count the name;
For the maist feck I live at hame,
A farmer douce,
Among my bairnies and their dame
In this thackt house,
Whare wed be glad to see
Fine fare I winna hecht. How na be,
Although we should hae but ae sybie,
Yese get your share;
Well aye get saut to it, and may be
Can barraw mair.
I downa bide to hear a
Fraizing about fine beef and mutton;
I never ken or care a button
What Im to get,
But leave the wife her will to put on
The pat or spat.
My mind in this ye partly
Gif ye dislike it, let it be
But gif it chance to please, and ye
Think it worth while,
Eastward frae Edinburgh by the sea
But fourteen mile.
Ride through the town o
Three miles ayont that leave the sands,
Then ither twa thro gude rich lands,
Youll find Lochhill,
And ready to rin at your commands,
Your frien, James Mylne.
The two poets never met
at Lochhill. Mr Mylne was shortly after cut off by fever in the prime of
life. Mr Mylnes songs are numerous, and include among others
Melpomene and Thalia, addressed to David Garrick, Esq.;
Desolation, a Pastoral; "Ode to Henry Dundas, when at the Grammar
School at Dalkeith. The two tragedies are the British Kings, and
Darthula, in five acts each. The scene of the British Kings is laid
in the south of England, and in the time of the early British kings when
their power was being subverted by the Saxons. The persons are :Cadwallan,
king of the Britons; Osrick, king of Northumbria; Kenwale, king of
Wessex; Oswald, son of Kenwale; Aufrid, friend of Osrick; Emma,
Cadwallan's Queen; Lena, Osricks queen; Elfrida, daughter of Kenwale;
Esha, friend of Emma; Hannah, attending Elfrida. The tragedy opens by
Lena and Elfrida in a forest, having previously encountered ill-usage
Onward, yet farther!Let
me not again,
Be dragged by ruffians! O, my generous princess.
But lead me by the wildest pathless groves,
Into the centre of the forests darkness,
Then leave me! solitude best suits me now.
There seems a
considerable resemblance in the above to the opening passage in
Douglas Kenwale, king of Wessex, seems to have been made a mediator of
peace betwixt Cadwallan and Osrick, who determined to decide a quarrel
in single combat. Kenwale addresses both in the following powerful
You see our island in
itself is blest
With every requisite to mans content,
Did natures God from evry other land
Thus sever it by wide tempestuous seas,
And gird it with its rocky walls t enclose
Barbarians who should prey on one another.
Were strength and valour given us to defeat
The great Creators blessings?surely not.
Oft have I heard, or thought I heard the genius
Of Albion thus admonishing her sons:
Your seas and rocks, while your undaunted hearts
Join in your countrys cause, ye Britons, shall
Defend you from the assaults of foreign foes.
But should dissension raise the unnatural rage
Of mutual slaughter in your valiant breasts,
They but drive back the weak on sure destruction;
Hence learn to live in concord, and improve
The arts of peace. Here as in one great house,
You live like children of one family;
So you, like brothers, should join all your strength,
To guard your common goods from outward force,
Or check the progress of domestic rapine.
Tragedies always end
tragically; so the combat takes place betwixt Cadwallan and Osrick,
Cadwallan is killed, and his kingdom falls to Osrick. Elfrida, daughter
of Kenwale, becomes the wife of Osrick. Kenwale speaks in the following
passage, and peace is proclaimed betwixt Wessex and Northumbria
Express consent. Then take my daughter, Aufrid,
And may she prove the pledge of lasting peace
Twixt Wessex and Northumbria. Arthur, too,
Who art our kinsman, and ye Princes all,
Let us unite like brothers, and defy
The vain attempts of every foreign foe.
The scene of the tragedy
of Darthula is laid on the coast of Ullin, or Ulster, in Ireland.
PersonsCairbar, king of Erin ; Cathma, his brother; Colla, an Erinian
nobleman; Darthula, his daughter; Usnoth, a Caledonian nobleman; Nathos
and Ardan, his sons; Althan, &c. Colla opens the tragedy, which treats
of combats, love scenes, &c., betwixt Darthula, the heroine, and Nathos,
in the following passage:
The times important! every
May lead us on to glorious deeds of war.
Our youthful general, eager to revenge
The death of great Cuchullin, and to prop
The tottering throne of Erin's minor king,
Basely attacked by Athos cruel lord,
Promised this mom to greet us by the dawn.
Nathos will soon be here. The morning now
Already blushes oer us. Yon long streams
Brighten the tremulous ocean shore where soon
The glorious sun shall blaze above the waves.
Darthula addresses Nathos
Young soldier, I disturb
your private thoughts:
I break perhaps some plans of future conquest,
Or great ideas of expected fame;
Such contemplations to the brave, I'm told,
Afford a joy like real victory.
To which Nathos replies:
No joy, no pleasure is to me like this
With which Darthulas presence fills my breast,
Sweet are the hopes of fame! revenge is sweet
For my dear kinsmen slain ! but when with thee,
Heedless of fame, unmindful of revenge,
A gentler passion gives me sweeter joy.
Oh ! could I hope that fair Darthula felt
With me such pleasure, we should never part,
Not evn old age should lessen our delight;
But turn youths raptures to a milder joy.
There are several
choruses in the Tragedy, the first scene of which is laid in Fingalls
Hall, in Selma. An extract will show Mylnes power of description and
pathos to have been great. It is beautiful and powerful:
Strike, Ossian! strike the
harp, my son!
Call out the deep-resounding solemn tone
Sing on, till some compassionating ghost
Come to tell what friends weve lost.
Spirits of our fathers
Whether ye glide
Smoothly oer the crystal waves!
Whether in the whirlwinds blast,
Ye roll the whitening tide!
Or pour the night shriek on the lonely hill,
Or murmur oer your graves?
Come in your cloudy cars,
And tell in sounds of woe,
For what departed chiefs
Must our deep sorrows flow!
Tell me of Oscar! tell,
Who sails the stormy main!
Oh ! have you seen my darling son
Amid his martial train?
Say, does brave Oscar
Or are his ships dispersed,
And he, with all his band,
In watery tombs immersed?
Or have they reached green
And yet have come too late
To save the sons of Usnoth brave,
And Cormac, from their fate?
In the second chorus
there are many passages of great beauty, but our limits forbid extracts.
Darthula, after many tragic, scenes and perilous adventures,' becomes
the wife of Nathos, the son of Usnoth, the Caledonian. The tragedy ends
with the following passage, which embodies sentiments applicable to
every age, nation, and class :
When adverse fortune deals
her sharpest blows,
With resolution firm, ye brave, oppose!
Though deep the wounds, though th anguish be severe,
Still struggle bravely ! still with patience bear.
Sink not desponding under strokes of grief,
But with true fortitude expect relief!
For sorrows storms in time themselves destroy,
And brighter from their clouds shines the succeeding joy!
In Mylne's two tragedies
many very beautiful passages are to be met with, true to feeling and
nature, and written in elegant and chaste language. He seems to have
adopted Douglas as his model, both in his plan and style, not to speak
of Logans Runimede. If his tragedies had been brought on the stage,
they might perhaps have attained some celebrity akin to what was awarded
to Douglas when it was acted in Drury Lane Theatre, London, with much
applause, and when a patriotic Scotchman cried out from the gallery,
Hurrah for Douglas; what think ye o yer Willie Shakespeare noo?
Some of our spirited
publishers of the present day might issue a new edition of Mylnes poems
and tragedies with success.
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