Robert Fergusson

When Robert Burns arrived in Edinburgh in 1786, he made a pilgrimage to the Canongate kirkyard to pay his respects to the young man, Robert Fergusson who had inspired his poetry, and whose grave had remained unmarked since his death at the age of 24 in October 1774. Robert Burns was to describe Ferguson as "my elder brother in misfortune, by far my elder brother in the muse".

Robert Fergusson (September 5, 1750 - October 16, 1774), the son of William Fergusson, was born in Cap and Feather Close, in Edinburgh's Old Town. He studied at St Andrews University, where he began writing poetry. Returning to Edinburgh in 1768 without a degree, he found a job as a clerk to support his widowed mother. In 1772, Fergusson began writing in the Scots tongue, evoking vivid pictures of life in the Old Town.

:"Now mirk December's dowie face

Glours our the rigs wi' sour grimace,

While, thro' his minimum of space,

The bleer-ey'd sun

Wi' blinkin light and stealing pace,

His race doth run."

from The Daft Days

At the end of 1773, acute depression led Fergusson to give up his job. He was admitted to the public asylum, where he died in October 1774. Burns paid for the headstone that now marks Fergusson's grave, and composed the inscription:

:"No sculptur'd marble here, nor pompus lay,

No story'd urn nor animated bust;

This simple stone directs pale Scotia's way

To pour her sorrows o'er her poet's dust.

• The Robert Fergusson Society

• Beveridge AW (1990) Edinburgh's Poet Laureate: Robert Fergusson's illness reconsidered. History of Psychiatry 1:309-29

("Edinburgh's Poet Laureate, Robert Fergusson died in the City Bedlam at the age of 24. Available information concerning his last months is examined and a possible explanation is offered for his early demise.")