BURNS was a special favourite with all about the house, because of his kindly disposition and good temper. While his brother Gilbert had somewhat of a severity in his manner, particularly when he thought there was occasion for reproof; Robert took everything mildly. A female cousin of theirs, who had helped them in the work of their farm when a very young girl, lately survived to relate that, when binding behind the reapers on the harvest-field, Robert “was always anxious to solace and cheer, and assist the younger labourers. When Gilbert spoke sharply to them, the good natured poet would exclaim –
‘Oh, man, ye are no for young folk;’ and he was ready with a helping hand and a look of encouragement.”
