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never yet saw we a fighter like thee. Up on the bloody place, uncertain whether or not his thy hind legs in a moment, like a growling enemy were about to return, Fro finally lies Polar monster, with thy fore-paws round thy down at some distance, and with bloody flews foeman's neck, bull-dog, colly, mastiff, or grey- keeps licking his bloody legs, and with 'long hound, and down with him in a moment, with darting tongue cleansing the mire from his as much ease as Cass, in the wrestling-ring at neck, breast, side, and back-a sanguinary Carlisle, would throw a Bagman, and then wo spectacle! He seems almost insensible to our to the throat of the downfallen, for thy jaws caresses, and there is something almost like were shark-like as they opened and shut with upbraiding in his victorious eyes. Now that their terrific tusks, grinding through skin and his veins are cooling, he begins to feel the pain sinew to the spine.

of his wounds-many on, and close to vital Once, and once only—bullied out of all en- parts. Most agonizing of all-all his four durance by a half-drunken carrier--did we con- shanks are tusk-pierced, and, in less than ten sent to let thee engage in a pitched battle with minutes, he limps away to his kennel, lame as a mastiff victorious in fisty fights-a famous if riddled by shotshanker--and a throttler beyond all compare.

Heu quantum mutatus ab illo It was indeed a bloody business-now growling along the glawr of the road-a hairy hurri-gore-besmeared and dirt-draggled—an hour cane-now snorting in the suffocating ditch ago serenely bright as the lily in June, or the now fair play on the clean and clear crown of April snow. The huge wagon moves away the causey-now rolling over and over through out of the clachan without its master, who, a chance-open white little gate, into a cottage- ferocious from the death of the other brute he garden-now separated by choking them both loved, dares the whole school to combat. Off with a chord-now brought out again with fly a dozen jackets and a devil's dozen of savage and fiery eyes to the scratch on a green striplings from twelve past to going sixteenplat round the sign-board-swinging tree in the firmly wedged together like the Macedonian middle of the village-auld women in their Phalanx-are yelling for the fray. There is mutches crying out, “ Shame! whare's the such another shrieking of women as at the minister?”-young women, with combs in their taking of Troy. But pretty heads, blinking with pale and almost

“The Prince of Mearns stept forth before the crowd,

And, Carter, challenged you to single fight!" weeping faces from low-lintelled doors-children crowding for sight and safety on the Bob Howie, who never yet feared the face of louping-on-stone-and loud cries ever and anon clay, and had too great a heart to suffer mere at each turn and eddy of the fight, of “ Well children to combat the strongest and most done, Fro, well done, Fro-see how he worries unhappy man in the whole country-stripped his windpipe-well done, Fro!” for Fro was

to the buff; and there he stands, with the delight and glory of the whole parish, and

An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ;" the honour of all its inhabitants, male and fe- shoulders like Atlas-breast like Hercules male, was felt to be staked on the issue and arms like Vulcan. The heart of Benjawhile at intervals was heard the harsh hoarse min the wagoner dies within him—he accepts voice of the carriers and his compeers, cursing the challenge for a future day—and retreating and swearing in triumph in a many-oathed backwards to his clothes, receives a rightlanguage peculiar to the race that drive the hander as from a sledge-hammer on the temple, broad-wheeled wagons with the high canvas that fells him like an ox. The other carters roofs, as the might of Teeger prevailed, and all close in, but are sent spinning in all directhe indomitable Fro seemed to be on his last tions as from the sails of a windmill. Ever legs beneath a grip of the jugular, and then as each successive lout seeks the earth, we stretched motionless and passive-in defeat or savage school-boys rush in upon him in twos, death. A mere ruse to recover wind. Like and threes, and fours, basting and battering unshorn Samson starting from his sleep, and him as he bawls; at this very crisis-so fate snapping like fired flax the vain bands of the ordained—are seen hurrying down the hill Philistines, Fro whawmled Teeger off, and from the south, leaving their wives, sweettwisting round his head in spite of the grip on hearts, and asses in the rear, with coal-black the jugular, the skin stretching and giving way hair and sparkling eyes, brown brawny legs, in a ghastly but unfelt wound, he suddenly and clenched iron fists at the end of long arms, seized with all his tusks his antagonist's eye, swinging flail-like at all times, and more than and bit it clean out of the socket. A yowl of now, ready for the unendurable pain---spouting of blood--sick-while-beautiful coincidence !-up the hill ness-swooning--tumbling over-and death. from the north come on, at double-quick time, His last fight is over! His remaining eye an awkward squad of as grim Milesians as glazed—his protruded tongue bitten in anguish ever buried a pike in a Protestant. Nor quesby his own grinding teeth-his massy hind tion nor reply; but in a moment a general legs stretched out with a kick like a horse-mêlée. Men at work in the hay-fields, who his short tail stiffens—he is laid out a grim would not leave their work for a dog-fight, fling corpse-flung into a cart tied behind the down scythe and rake, and over hedges into wagon--and off to the tan-yard.

the high-road, a stalwart reinforcement. WeavNo shouts of victory—but stern, sullen, half- ers leap from their treddles--doff their blue ashamed silence-as of guilty things after aprons, and out into the air. The red-cowled the perpetration of a misdeed. Still glaring tailor pops his head through a skylight, and savagely, ere yet the wrath of fight has sub-next moment is in the street. The butcher sided in his heart, and going and returning to strips his long light-blue linen coat, to engage a Paddy; and the smith, ready for action—for whisky comes, hands it about at his own exthe huge arms of Burniwind are always bare— pense, caulker after caulker, to the vanquished with a hand-ower-hip delivery, makes the head -for Bob was as generous as brave; had no of the king of the gipsies ring like an anvil. spite at the gipsies; and as for Irishmen, why There has been no marshalling of forces-yet they were ranting, roving, red-hot, dare-devil lo! as if formed in two regular lines by the boys, just like himself; and after the fight, Adjutant himself after the first tuilzie, stand he would have gone with them to Purgatory, he carters, the gipsies, and the Irishmen, op- or a few steps further down the hill. All the posed to Bob Howie, the butcher, the smith, battle through, we manse-boys had fought, it the tailor, the weaver, the hay-makers, and the may be said, behind the shadow of him our boys from the manse--the latter drawn up cau- hero; and in warding off mischief from us, tiously, but not cowardly, in the rear. What a he received not a few heavy body-blows from twinkling of fists and shillelas! what bashed and King Carew, a descendant of Bamfylde Moore, bloody noses! cut blubber lips—cheekbones and some crown-cracks from the shillelas of out of all proportion to the rest of the face, and, the Connaught Rangers. through sudden black and blue tumefactions, Down comes a sudden thunder-plump, makmen's changed into pigs' eyes! And now there ing the road a river-and to the whiff o'lightis also rugging of caps and mutches and hair, ning, all in the shape of man, woman, and “ femineo ululatu,” for the Egyptian Amazons child, are under roof-cover. The afternoon bear down like furies on the glee'd widow that soon clears up, and the haymakers leave the keeps the change-house, half-witted Shoosy clanking empty gill or half-mutchkin stoup, that sells yellow sand, and Davie Donald's dun for the field, to see what the rain has donedaughter, commonly called Spunkie. What the forge begins again to roar—the sound of shrieking and tossing of arms, round the whole the flying shuttle tells us that the weaver is length and breadth of the village! Where is again on his treddles; the tailor hoists up his Simon Andrew the constable? Where is auld little window in the thatch, in that close conRobert Maxwell the ruling elder? What can finement, to enjoy the caller air—the tinklers have become of Laird Warnock, whose word go to encamp on the common—“the air is is law? An what can the Minister be about, balm”-insects, dropping from eave and tree, can anybody tell, that he does not come flying" show to the sun their waved coats dropt with from the manse to save the lives of his pa- gold”-though the season of bird-singing be rishioners from cannibals, and gipsies, and over and gone, there is a pleasant chirping Eerish, murdering their way to the gallows ? hereabouts, thereabouts, everywhere; the old

How-why-or when-ihat bloody battle blind beggar, dog-led, goes from door to door, ceased to be, was never distinctly known either unconscious that such a stramash has ever then or since; but, like every thing else, it had been--and dancing round our champion, away an end-and even now we have a confused we schoolboys all fly with him to swim in the dream of the spot at its termination-naked Brother Loch, taking our fishing-rods with us, men lying on their backs in the mire, all for one clap of thunder will not frighten the drenched in blood-with women, some old and trouts; and about the middle or end of July, ugly, with shrivelled witch-like hag breasts, we have known great labbers, twenty inches others young, and darkly, swarthily, blackly long, play wallop between our very feet, in beautiful, with budding or new-blown bosoms the warm shallow water, within a yard of the unkerchiefed in the colley-shangy-perilous to edge, to the yellow bodied, tinsey-tailed, black see-leaning over them: and these were the half-heckle, with brown mallard wing, a mere Egyptians! Men in brown shirts, gore-spot- midge, but once fixed in lip or tongue, "inexted, with green bandages round their broken tricable as the gorged lion's bite." heads, laughing, and joking, and jeering, and But ever after that passage in the life of Fro, singing, and shouting, though desperately his were, on the whole, years of peace. Every mauled and mangled—while Scottish wives, season seemed to strengthen his sagacity, and and widows, and maids, could not help crying to unfold his wonderful instincts. Most asout in sympathy,“ Oh! but they're bonnie men suredly he knew all the simpler parts of speech --what a pity they should aye be sae fond o’l-all the household words in the Scottish lanfechting, and a manner o mischief !”—and guage. He was, in all our pastimes, as much these were the Irishmen! Retired and apart, one of ourselves, as if, instead of being a Pagan hangs the weaver, with his head over a wall, with four feet, he had been a Christian with dog-sick, and bocking in strong convulsions; two. As for temper, we trace the sweetness some haymakers are washing their cut faces of our own to his; an angry word from one he in the well: the butcher, bloody as a bit of his loved, he forgot in half a minute, offering his own beef, walks silent into the shambles; the lion-like paw; yet there were particular peosmith, whose grimy face hides its pummelling, ple he could not abide, nor from their hands goes off grinning a ghastly smile in the hands would he have accepted a roasted potato out of his scolding, yet not unloving wise; the of the dripping pan, and in this he resembled tailor, gay as a flea, and hot as his own goose, his master. He knew the Sabbath-day as to show how much more he has given than well as the Sexton-and never was known to received, offers to leap any man on the ground, bark till the Monday morning when the cock hop-step-and-jump, for a mutchkin—while Bob crew; and then he would give a long musical Howie walks about, without a visible wound, ex- yowl, as if his breast were relieved from silence. cept the mark of bloody knuckles on his brawny If ever, in this cold, changeful, inconstant world, breast, with arms a-kimbo, seaman fashion, there was a friendship that might be called sinfor Bob had been at sea—and as soon as the cere, it was that which, half a century ago and upwards, subsisted between Christopher North | in or below their shadow. The great Erne, or and John Fro. We never had a quarrel in all Sea-eagle, pounces on the mallard, as he our lives and within these two months we mounts from the bulrushes before the wild made a pilgrimage to his grave. He was bu- swans sailing, with all wings hoisted, like a ried not by our hands, but by the hands of one fleet-but osprey nor eagle dares to try his whose tender and manly heart loved the old, talons on that stately bird-for he is bold in blind, deaf, staggering creature to the very his beauty, and formidable as he is fair; the last--for such in his fourteenth year he truly pinions that swim and soar can also smite; was-a sad and sorry sight to see, to them who and though the one be a lover of war, the other remembered the glory of his stately and ma- of peace, yet of them it may be said, jestic years. One day he crawled with a moan

66 The eagle he is lord above, like whine to our brother's feet, and expired.

The swan is lord below !" Reader, young, bright, and beautiful though To have shot such a creature—so largethou be-remember all flesh is dust!

so white-so high-soaring—and on the winds This is an episode-a tale in itself complete, of midnight wafted from so far-a creature yet growing out of, and appertaining to, the that seemed not merely a stranger in that loch, main plot of Epic or Article. You will recol- but belonging to some mysterious land in lect we were speaking of ducks, teals, and another hemisphere, whose coast ships with widgeons—and we come now to the next clause frozen rigging have been known to visit, of the verse-wild geese and swans.

driving under bare poles through a month's Some people's geese are all swans; but so snow storms to have shot such a creature far from that being the case with ours-sad was an era in our imagination, from which, and sorry are we to say it—now all our swans had nature been more prodigal, we might have are geese. But in our buoyant boyhood, all sprung up a poet. Once, and but once, we God's creatures were to our eyes just as God were involved in the glory of that event. The made them; and there was ever---especially creature had been in a dream of some river birds-a tinge of beauty over them all." What or lake in Kamtschatka-or ideally listening, an inconceivable difference-distance to the

"Across the waves' tumultuous roar, imagination, between the nature of a tame and

The wolf's long howl from Oonalashka's shore,” a wild goose! Aloft in heaven, themselves in when, guided by our good genius and our night invisible, the gabble of a cloud of wild brightest star, we suddenly saw him sitting geese is sublime. Whence comes it--whither asleep in all his state, within gunshot, in a bay goes it—for what end, and by what power im- of the moonlight Loch! We had nearly fainted pelled ? Reason sees not into the darkness of -died on the very spot-and why were we not instinct--and therefore the awe-struck heart entitled to have died as well as any other of the night-wandering boy beats to hear the passionate spirit, whom joy ever divorced league-long gabble that probably has winged from life? We blew his black bill into pieces its wedge-like way from the lakes, and marshes, --not a feather on his head but was touched; and dreary morasses of Siberia, from Lapland, and like a little white-sailed pleasure-boat or Iceland, or the unfrequented and unknown caught in a whirlwind, the wild swan spun northern regions of America--regions set round, and then lay motionless on the water, , apart, quoth Bewick we believe, for summer as if all her masts had gone by the board. residences and breeding places, and where they We were all alone that night-not even Fro are amply provided with a variety of food, a was with us; we had reasons for being alone, large portion of which must consist of the for we wished not that there should be any larvæ of gnats, and myriads of insects, there foot-fall but our own round that mountain-hut. fostered by the unsetting sun! Now they are Could we swim? Ay, like the wild swan himall gabbling good Gaelic over a Highland night- self, through surge or breaker. But now the moor. Perhaps in another hour the descend- loch was still as the sky, and twenty strokes ing cloud will be covering the wide waters at carried us close to the glorious creature, which, the head of the wild Loch Maree—or, silent grasped by both hands, and supporting us as and asleep, the whole host be riding at anchor it was trailed beneath our breast, while we around Lomond's Isles !

floated rather than swam ashore, we felt to be But 'tis now mid-day-and lo! in that medi- in verity our—Prey! We trembled with a terranean-a flock of wild Swans! Have they sort of fear, to behold him lying indeed dead dropt down from the ether into the water al- on the sward. The moon-the many stars, most as pure as ether, without having once here and there one wondrously large and folded their wings, since they rose aloft to shun lustrous--the hushed glittering loch-the hills, the insupportable northern snows hundreds of though somewhat dimmed, green all winter leagues beyond the storm-swept Orcades? To through, with here and there a patch of snow look at the quiet creatures, you might think on their summits in the blue sky, on which lay that they had never left the circle of that little a few fleecy clouds—the mighty foreign bird, loch. There they hang on their shadows, whose plumage we had never hoped to touch even as if asleep in the sunshine; and now but in a dream, lying like the ghost of somestretching out their long wings-how apt for thing that ought not to have been destroyedflight from clime to clime!-joyously they beat the scene was altogether such as made our the liquid radiance, till to the loud flapping wild young heart quake, and almost repent of high rises the mist, and wide spreads the foam, having killed a creature so surpassingly almost sufficient for a rainbow. Safe are they beautiful. But that was a fleeting fancy-and from all birds of prey. The Osprey dashes over the wide moors we went, like an American down on the teal, or sca-trout, swimming with-| Indian laden with game, journeying to his

wigwam over the wilderness. As we whitened hills, not a few mountains, some most extratowards the village in the light of morning, the ordinary cliffs, considerable store of woods, earlier labourers held up their hands in wonder and one, indeed, that might well be called The what and who we might be; and Fro, who had Forest. missed his master, and was lying awake for Lift up thy rock-crowned forehead through him on the mount, came bounding along, nor thy own sweet stormy skies, Auld Scotland ! could refrain the bark of delighted passion as and as sternly and grimly thou look'st far over his nose nuzzled in the soft down of the bosom the hushed or howling seas, remember theeof the creature whom he remembered to have till all thy moors and mosses quake at thy sometimes seen floating too far off in the lake, heart, as if swallowing up an invading army or far above our reach cleaving the firmament. --a fate that oft befell thy foes of yore-re

member thee, in mist-shrouded dream, and

cloud-born vision, of the long line of kings, FYTTE THIRD.

and heroes, and sages, and bards, whose hal O MUCKLE-MOU'D Meg! and can it be that lowed bones sleep in pine-darkened tombs thou art numbered among forgotten things-among the mountain heather, by the side of unexistences !

rivers, and lochs, and arms of ocean--their “ Roll'd round in earth's diurnal course,

spirits yet seen in lofty superstition, sailing With rocks, and stones, and trees!"

or sitting on the swift or settled tempest. Lift What would we not now give for a sight- up thy rock-crowned forehead, Auld Scotland! a kiss--of thy dear lips! Lips which we re- and sing aloud to all the nations of the earth, member once to have put to our own, even with thy voice of cliffs, and caves, and caverns, when thy beloved barrel was double-loaded !

" Wha daur meddle wi' me ?" Now we sigh to think on what then made us shudder! Oh! that thy butt were but now What! some small, puny, piteous windpipes resting on our shoulder!

Alas! for ever

are heard cheeping against thee from the Cockdischarged! Burst and rent asunder, art thou neys—like ragged chickens agape in the pip. now lying buried in a peat-moss? Did some How the feeble and fearful creatures would vulgar villain of a village Vulcan convert thee, crawl on their hands and knees, faint and name and nature, into nails? Some dark- giddy, and shrieking out for help to the heather visaged Douglas of a henroost-robbing Egyp- stalks, if forced to face one of thy cliffs, and tian, solder thee into a pan? Oh! that our foot its flinty bosom! How would the depths passion could dig down unto thee in the of their long ears, cotton-stuffed in vain, ache

Sick, bowels of the earth—and with loud lamenting to the spray-thunder of thy cataracts! elegies, and louder hymns of gratulation, re- sick would be their stomachs, storm-swept in store thee, buttless, lockless, vizyless, burst

, a six-oared cutter into the jaws of Staffa ! That rent, torn, and twisted though thou be'st, to the sight is sufficient to set the most saturnine on the light of day, and of the world-rejoicing Sun! guffaw—the Barry Cornwall himself, crossing Then would we adorn thee with evergreen

a chasm a hundred yards deep, wreaths of the laurel and the ivy--and hang

On the uncertain footing of a spar, thee up, in memory and in monument of all on a tree felled where it stood, centuries ago, the bright, dim, still, stormy days of our boy- by steel or storm, into a ledgeless bridge, oft hood—when gloom itself was glory—and when sounding and shaking to the hunter's feet in -But

chase of the red-deer! The Cockneys do not Be hush'd my dark spirit! for wisdom condemns, like us Scotchmen-because of our high cheekWhen the faint and the feeble deplore."

bones. They are sometimes very high indeed, Cassandra-Corinna-Sappho-Lucretia-Cle- very coarse, and very ugly, and give a Scotchopatra--Tighe-De Staël-in their beauty or man a grim and gaunt look, assuredly not to in their genius, are, with millions on millions be sneezed at, with any hope of impunity, on of the fair-faced or bright-souled, nothing but a dark day and in a lonesome place, by the dust and ashes; and as they are, so shall Baillie, most heroic chief of the most heroic clan in and Grant, and Hemans, and Landon be-and all the level land of Lud, travelling all by himwhy vainly yearn “ with love and longings in- self in a horse and gig, and with a black boy in a finite," to save from doom of perishable nature cockaded glazed hat, through the Heelands o'

of all created things, but one alone-Muckle- Scotland, passing of course, at the very least, for mou'd Meg!

a captain of Hussars! Then Scotchmen canna After a storm comes a calm; and we hasten keep their backs straught, it seems, and are alto give the sporting world the concluding ac- ways booin' and booin' afore a great man. count of our education. In the moorland Cannot they, indeed? Do they, indeed? Asparish-God bless it-in which we had the cend with that Scottish shepherd yon mouninestimable advantage of passing our boyhood tain's breast-swim with him that mountain --there were a good many falcons-of course loch--a bottle of Glenlivet, who first stands in the kite or glead-the buzzard—the sparrow- shallow water, on the Oak Isle-and whose hawk-the marsh harrier—that imp the merlin back will be straughtest, that of the Caledo-and, rare bird and beautiful! there, on a nian or the Cockney? The little Luddite will cliff which, alas! a crutched man must climb be puking among the heather, about some five no more, did the Peregrine build her nest. hundred feet above the level of the sea-higher You must not wonder at this, for the parish for the first time in his life than St. Paul's, and was an extensive one even for Scotland-half nearer than he will again be, either in the spirit Highland, half Lowland—and had not only or the flesh, to heaven. The little Luddite muirs and mosses many 0,” but numerous will be puking in the hitherto unpolluted loch,

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after some seven strokes or so, with a strong forgotten tarns, or counting twice over some Scottish weed twisted like an eel round its one of our more darling waters, worthy to dash thigh, and shrieking out for the nearest resus- their waves against the sides of ships--alone citating machine in a country, where, alas! wanting to the magnificence of those inland there is no Humane Society. The back of the seas! Yesmit was as level, as boggy, as shepherd-even in presence of that “great hilly, as mountainous, as woody, as lochy, man” will be as straught as do not tremble, and as rivery a parish, as ever laughed to Cockney--this Crutch. Conspicuous from afar scorn Colonel Mudge and his Trigonometrical like a cairn, from the inn-door at Arrochar, in Survey. an hour he will be turning up his little finger Was not that a noble parish for apprenticesoon the Cobbler's head; or, in twenty mi- ship in sports and pastimes of a great master ? nutes, gliding like a swan, or shooting like a No need of any teacher. On the wings of joy salmon, his back being still straught-leaving we were borne over the bosom of nature, and Luss, he will be shaking the dewdrops from his learnt all things worthy and needful to be brawny body on the silver sand of Inch Morren. learned, by instinct first, and afterwards by

And happy were we, Christopher North, reason. To look at a wild creature--winged happy were we in the parish in which Fate de- with feathers, or mere feet-and not desire to livered us up to Nature, that, under her tuition, destroy or capture it-is impossible to passion our destinies might be fulfilled. A parish! -o imagination—to fancy. Thus had we Why it was in itself a kingdom-a world. longed to feel and handle the glossy plumage Thirty miles long by twenty at the broadest, of the beaked bird—the wide-winged Birds of and five at the narrowest; and is not that a Prey-before our finger had ever touched a kingdom-is not that a world worthy of any trigger. Their various flight, in various weamonarch that ever wore a crown? Was it ther, we had watched and noted with somelevel ? Yes, league-long levels were in it of thing even of the eye of a naturalist-the greensward, hard as the sand of the sea-shore, wonder of a poet; for among the brood of yet springy and elastic, fit training ground for boys there are hundreds and thousands of Childers, or Eclipse, or Hambletonian, or Smo- poets who never see manhood,—the poetry lensko, or for a charge of cavalry in some great dying away--the boy growing up into mere pitched battle, while artillery might keep play- prose ;-yet to some even of the paragraphs ing against artillery from innumerous affront of these Three Fyttes do we appeal, that a few ing hills. Was it boggy? Yes, black bogs sparks of the sacred light are yet alive within were there, which extorted a panegyric from us; and sad to our old ears would be the sound the roving Irishman in his richest brogue of “Put out the light, and then-put out the bogs in which forests had of old been buried, light!” Thus were we impelled, even when a and armies with all their banners. Was it mere child, far away from the manse, for miles, hilly ? Ay, there the white sheep nibbled, and into the moors and woods. Once it was feared the back cattle grazed; there they baa'd and that poor wee Kit was lost; for having set off they lowed upon a thousand hills--a crowd of all by himself, at sunrise, to draw a night-line cones, all green as emerald. Was it moun- from the distant Black Loch, and look at a trap tainous ? Give answer from afar, ye mist- set for a glead, a mist overtook him on the shrouded summits, and ye clouds cloven by moor on his homeward way, with an eel as the eagle's wing! But whether ye be indeed long as himself hanging over his shoulder, and mountains, or whether ye be clouds, who can held him prisoner for many hours within its tell, bedazzled as are his eyes by that long- shifting walls, frail indeed, and opposing no lingering sunset, that drenches heaven and resistance to the hand, yet impenetrable to the earth in one indistinguishable glory, setting feet of fear as the stone dungeon's thraldom. the West on fire, as if the final conflagration If the mist had remained, that would have were begun! Was it woody? Hush, hush, been nothing; only a still cold wet seat on a and you will hear a pine-cone drop in the stone; but as “a trot becomes a gallop soon, central silence of a forest--a silent and soli- in spite of curb and rein," so a Scotch mist tary wilderness-in which you may wander a becomes a shower—and a shower a flood whole day long, unaccompanied but by the and a flood a storm-and a storm a tempestcushat, the corby, the falcon, the roe, and they and a tempest thunder and lightning-and are all shy of human feet, and, like thoughts, thunder and lightning heaven-quake and pass away in a moment; so if you long for earth-quake-till the heart of poor wee Kit less fleeting farewells from the native dwellers ) quaked, and almost died within him in the in the wood, lo! the bright brown queen of the desert. In this age of Confessions, need we butterflies, gay and gaudy in her glancings be ashamed to own, in the face of the whole through the solitude, the dragon-fly whirring world, that we sat us down and cried! The bird-like over the pools in the glade; and if small brown Moorland bird, as dry as a toast, your ear desire music, the robin and the wren hopped out of his heather-hole, and cheerfully may haply trill you a few notes among the cheeped comfort. With crest just a thought briery rocks, or the bold blackbird open wide lowered by the rain, the green-backed, whitehis yellow bill in his holly-tree, and set the breasted peaseweep, walked close by us in the squirrels a-leaping all within reach of his mist; and sight of wonder, that made even in ringing roundelay. Any rivers ? one-to whom that quandary by the quagmire our heart beat a thousand torrents are tributary-as he him- with joy-lo! never seen before, and seldom self is tributary to the sea. Any lochs? How since, three wee peaseweeps, not three days many we know not-for we never counted old, little bigger than shrew-mice, all covered them twice alike omitting perhaps some with blackish down, interspersed with long

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