text:  The Land of Burns! What mean we by the words? Something more surely than that Fortune in mere blindness had produced a great poet here? We look for the inspiring landscape and here it is; but what could all its beauties have availed had not a people inhabited it possessing all the sentiments thoughts aspirations to which nature willed to give a voice in him of her choicest melody? Nothing prodigious after all in the birth of such a poet among such a people