visited
Burns's
cabin in
1810, he
found it
converted
into a
public
house, and
the
landlord
who showed
it was
drunk.
"There,"
said he,
pointing
to a
corner on
one side
of the
fire, with
a most
MALAPROPOS
laugh-"there
is the
very spot
where
Robert
Burns was
born."
"The
genius and
the fate
of the
man," says
Curran,
"were
already
heavy on
my heart;
but the
drunken
laugh of
the
landlord
gave me
such a
view of
the rock
