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ment-far from it, we admire it much; nor is down the whole Cottage would have been diffithere a single house in town where we make cult--at least to build it up again would have ourselves more agreeable to a late hour, or been so; so we had to submit. Custom, they that we leave with a greater quantity of wine say, is second nature, but not when a dead rat of a good quality under our girdle. Few is in the house. No, none can ever become things would give us more temporary uneasi- accustomed to that; yet good springs out of ness, than to hear of any embarrassment in evil--for the live rats could not endure it, and your money concerns. We are not people to emigrated to a friend's house, about a mile off, forget good fare, we assure you; and long and who has never had a sound night's rest from far may all shapes of sorrow keep aloof from that day. We have not revisited our Cottage the hospitable board, whether illuminated by for several years; but time does wonders, and gas, oil, or mutton.

we were lately told by a person of some ve. But what we were going to say is this that racity, that the smell was then nearly gonethe head of such a house ought not to live, but our informant is a gentleman of blunted when ruralizing, in a Cottage. He ought to be olfactory nerves, having been engaged from consistent. Nothing so beautiful as consis- seventeen to seventy in a soap-work. tency. What then is so absurd as to cram Smoke too! More especially that mysteriyourself, your wife, your numerous progeny, ous and infernal sort, called back-smoke! The and your scarcely less numerous menials, into old proverb, “No smoke without fire,” is a a concern called a Cottage? The ordinary base lie. We have seen smoke without fire heat of a baker's oven is very few degrees in every room in a most delightful Cottage we above that of a brown study, during the month inhabited during the dog-days. The moment of July, in a substantial, low-roofed Cottage. you rushed for refuge even into a closet, you Then the smell of the kitchen! How it aggra- were blinded and stifled; nor shall we ever forvates the sultry closeness! A strange, com- get our horror on being within an ace of smothpounded, inexplicable smell of animal, vegeta- eration in the cellar. At last, we groped our ble, and mineral matter. It is at the worst way into the kitchen. Neither cook nor jack during the latter part of the forenoon, when was visible. We heard, indeed, a whirring every thing has been got into preparation for and revolving noise and then suddenly Grizie cookery. There is then nothing savoury about swearing through the mist. Yet all this while the smell-it is dull, dead-almost catacom- people were admiring our cottage from a disbish. A small back-kitchen has it in its power tance, and especially this self-same accursed to destroy the sweetness of any Cottage. Add back-smoke, some portions of which had made a scullery, and the three are omnipotent. Of an excursion up the chimneys, and was waverthe eternal clashing of pots, pans, plates, trench- ing away in a spiral form to the sky, in a style ers, and general crockery, we now say no- captivating to Mr. Price on the Picturesque. thing; indeed, the sound somewhat relieves No doubt, there are many things very romanthe smell, and the ear comes occasionally in tic about a Cottage. Creepers, for example. to the aid of the nose. Such noises are wind- Why, sir, these creepers are the most misfalls; but not so the scolding of cook and but-chievous nuisance that can afflict a family, ler-at first low and tetchy, with pauses—then There is no occasion for mentioning names, sharp, but still interrupted-by and by, loud but-devil take all parasites. Some of the and ready in reply_finally a discordant gab-rogues will actually grow a couple of inches ble of vulgar fury, like maniacs quarrelling in upon you in one day's time; and when all other bedlam. Hear it you must you and all the honest plants are asleep, the cre are hard strangers. To explain it away is impossible ; at it all night long, stretching out their toes and and your fear is, that Alecto, Tisiphone, or their fingers, and catching an inextricable hold Megæra, will come flying into the parlour with of every wall they can reach, till, finally, you a bloody cleaver, dripping with the butler's see them thrusting their impudentheads through brains. During the time of the quarrel the the very slates. Then, like other low-bred spit has been standing still, and a gigot of the creatures, they are covered with vermin. All five-year-old black-face burnt on one side to cin- manner of moths--the most grievous grubsder.-—"To dinner with what appetite you may." slimy slugs-spiders spinning toils to ensnare

It would be quite unpardonable to forget one the caterpillar-earwigs and slaters, that would especial smell which irretrievably ruined our raise the gorge of a country curate-woodhappiness during a whole summer-the smell lice--the slaver of gowk’s-spittle-midgesof a dead rat. The accursed vermin died jocks-with-the-many-legs : in short, the whole somewhere in the Cottage; but whether be plague of insects infest thal--Virgin's bower. neath a floor, within lath and plaster, or in Open the lattice for half an hour, and you find roof, baffled the conjectures of the most saga- yourself in an entomological museum. Then, cious. The whole family used to walk about there are no pins fixing down the specimens. the Cottage for hours every day, snusfing on a All these beetles are alive, more especially the travel of discovery; and we distinctly remem- enormous blackguard crawling behind your ber the face of one elderly maiden-lady at the ear. A moth plumps into your tumbler of cold moment she thought she had traced the source negus, and goes whirling around in meal, till of the fumée to the wall behind a window- he makes absolute porritch. As you open your shutter. But even at the very same instant mouth in amazement, the large blue-bottle fly, we ourselves had proclaimed it with open having made his escape from the spiders, and lostril from a press in an opposite corner. seeing that not a moment is to be lost, precipi. Terriers were procured—but the dog Billy tates himself head-foremost down your throat, imself would have been at fault. To puilland is felt, after a few ineffectual struggles,


settling in despair at the very bottom of your to say, with the addition of a dozen purchased stomach. Still, no person will be so unreason- pounds weekly, you are not very often out of able as to deny that creepers on a Cottage are that commodity. Then, once or twice in a most beautiful. For the sake of their beauty, summer, they suddenly lose their temper, and some little sacrifices must be made of one's chase the governess and your daughters over comforts, especially as it is only for one-half of the edge of a gravel-pit. Nothing they like so the year, and last really was a most delightful much as the tender sprouts of cauliflower, nor

do they abhor green pease. The garden-hedge How truly romantic is a thatch roof! The is of privet, a pretty fence, and fast growing, eaves how commodious for sparrows! What a but not formidable to a four-year-old. On paradise for rats and mice! What a comfort- going to eat a few gooseberries by sunrise, able colony of vermin! They all bore their you start a covey of cows, that in their alarm own tunnels in every direction, and the whole plunge into the hot-bed with a smash, as if all interior becomes a Cretan labyrinth. Frush, the glass in the island had been broken and frush becomes the whole cover in a few sea- rushing out at the gate at the critical instant sons; and not a bird can open his wing, not a little Tommy is tottering in, they leave the rat switch his tail, without scattering the straw heir-apparent, scarcely deserving that name, like chaff. Eternal repairs ! Look when you half hidden in the border. There is no sale will, and half-a-dozen thatchers are riding on for such outlandish animals in the homethe rigging: of all operatives the most inoper- market, and it is not Martinmas, so you must ative. Then there is always one of the num- make a present of them to the president or five ber descending the ladder for a horn of ale. silver-cupman of an agricultural society, and Without warning, the straw is all used up; you receive in return a sorry red round, desand no more fit for the purpose can be got perately saltpetred, at Christmas. within twenty miles. They hint heather-and What is a Cottage in the country, unless you sigh for slate the beautiful sky-blue, sea- “your banks are all furnished with bees, green, Ballahulish slate! But the summer is whose murmurs invite one to sleep?" There nearly over and gone, and you must be flitting the hives stand, like four-and-twenty fiddlers all back to the city ; so you let the job stand over in a row. Not a more harmless insect in all this to spring, and the soaking rains and snows of world than a bee. Wasps are devils incarnate, a long winter search the Cottage to its heart's. but bees are fleshly sprites, as amiable as core, and every floor is erelong laden with a industrious. You are strolling along, in decrop of fungi-the bed-posts are ornamented lightful mental vacuity, looking at a poem of curiously with lichens, and mosses bathe the Barry Cornwall's, when smack comes an inWalls with their various and inimitable lustre. furiated honey-maker against your eyelid, and

Every thing is romantic that is pastoral- plunges into you the fortieth part of an inch and what more pastoral than sheep? Accord- of sting saturated in venom. The wretch ingly, living in a Cottage, you kill your own clings to your lid like a burr, and it feels as if mutton. Great lubberly Leicesters or South- he had a million claws to hold him on while Downs are not worth the mastication, so you he is darting his weapon into your eyeball. keep the small black-face. Stone walls are Your banks are indeed well furnished with uglý things, you think, near a Cottage, so you bees, but their murmurs do not invite you to have rails or hurdles. Day and night are the sleep; on the contrary, away you fly like a small black-face, out of pure spite, bouncing madman, bolt into your wife's room, and roar through or over all impediments, after an ad-out for the recipe. The whole of one side of yenturous leader, and, despising the daisied your face is most absurdly swollen, while the turf, keep nibbling away at all your rare flow other is in statu quo. One eye is dwindled ering shrubs, till your avenue is a desolation, away to almost nothing, and is peering forth Every twig has its little ball of wool, and it is from its rainbow-coloured envelope, while the a rare time for the nest-makers. You purchase other is open as day to melting charity, and a colley, but he compromises the affair with shining over a cheek of the purest crimson. the fleecy nation, and contents himself with Infatuated man! Why could you not purchase barking all night long at the moon, if there hap- your honey? Jemmy Thomson, the poet, pen to be one, if not, at the firmament of his would have let you have it, from Habbie'skennel. You are too humane to hang or drown Howe, the true Pentland elixir, for five shilLuath, so you give him to a friend. But Luath lings the pint; for during this season both the is in love with the cook, and pays her nightly heather and the clover were prolific of the visits. Afraid of being entrapped should he honey-dew, and the Skeps rejoiced over all step into the kennel, he takes up his station, af- Scotland on a thousand hills. ter supper, on a knoll within ear-range, and

We could tell many stories about bees, pointing his snout to the stars, joins the music but that would be leading us away from the of the spheres, and is himself a perfect Sirius. main argument. We remember reading in an The gardener at last gets orders to shoot him American newspaper, some years ago, that the --and the gun being somewhat rusty, bursts | United States lost one of their most upright and blows off his left hand--so that Andrew and erudite judges by bees, which stung him Fairservice retires on a pension.

to death in a wood while he was going the Of all breeds of cattle we most admire the circuit. About a year afterwards, we read in Alderney. They are slim, delicate, wild-deer- the same newspaper, “We are afraid we have looking creatures, that give an air to a Cottage. lost another judge by bees;" and then followed But they are most capricious milkers. Of a somewhat affrightful description of the ascourse you make your own butter; that is sassination of another American Blackstone

by the same insects. We could not fail to trace your approaching retirement from all the sympathize with both sufferers; for in the troubles of this life, to the dimity-curtained summer of the famous comet we ourselves had cubiculum on Tweedside. nearly shared the same fate. Our Newfound- We know of few events so restorative as the lander upset a hive in his vagaries—and the arrival of a coachful of one's friends, if the whole swarm unjustly attacked us. The buzz house be roomy. But if every thing there be was an absolute roar--and for the first time on a small scale, how tremendous a sudden in our lives we were under a cloud. Such importation of live cattle! The children are bizzing in our hair! and of what avail were all trundled away out of the cottage, and their fifty-times-washed nankeen breeches against room given up to the young ladies, with all the Polish Lancers? With our trusty crutch its enigmatical and emblematical wall-tracery. we made thousands bite the dust-but the The captain is billeted in the boudoir, on a wounded and dying crawled up our legs, and shake-down. My lady's maid must positively stung us cruelly over the lower regions. At pass the night in the butler's pantry, and the last we took to flight, and found shelter in the valet makes a dormitory of the store-room. ice-house. But it seemed as if a new hive had Where the old gentleman and his spouse have been disturbed in that cool grotto. Again we been disposed of, remains as controversial a sallied out stripping off garment after garment, point as the authorship of Junius; but next till in puris naturalibus, we leaped into a win- morning at the breakfast-table, it appears that dow, which happened to be that of the draw-all have survived the night, and the hospitable ing-room, where a large party of ladies and hostess remarks, with a self-complacent smile, gentlemen were awaiting the dinner-bell—but that small as the cottage appears, it has wonfancy must dream the rest.

derful accommodation, and could have easily We now offer a Set of Blackwood's Maga- admitted half a dozen more patients. The zine to any scientific character who will visiters politely request to be favoured with a answer this seemingly simple question--what plan of so very commodious a cottage, but is Damp? Quicksilver is a joke to it, for get- silently swear never again to sleep in a house ting into or out of any place. Capricious as of one story, till life's brief tale be told. damp is, it is faithful in its affection to all But not one half the comforts of a cottage Cottages ornées. What more pleasant than a have yet been enumerated-nor shall they be bow-window? You had better, however, not by us at the present juncture. Suffice it to sit with your back against the wall, for it is as add, that the strange coachman had been perblue and ropy as that of a charnel-house. suaded to put up his horses in the outhouses, Probably the wall is tastily papered—a vine- instead of taking them to an excellent inn leaf pattern perhaps-or something spriggy— about two miles off

. The old black long-tailed or in the aviary, line-or, mayhap, hay-makers, steeds, that had dragged the vehicle for nearly or shepherds piping in the dale. But all dis- twenty years, had been lodged in what was tinctions are levelled in the mould-Phyllis called the stable, and the horse behind had has a black patch over her eye, and Strephon been introduced into the byre. As bad luck seems to be playing on a pair of bellows. would have it, a small, sick, and surly shelty Damp delights to descend chimneys, and is was in his stall; and without the slightest one of smoke's most powerful auxiliaries. It provocation, he had, during the night-watches, is a thousand pities you hung up,just in that so handled his heels against Mr. Fox, that unlucky spot-Grecian Williams's Thebes he had not left the senior a leg to stand for now one of the finest water-colour paint.upon, while he had bit a lump out of the butings in the world is not worth six-and-eight- tocks of Mr. Pitt little less than an orange. A pence. There is no living in the country cow, afraid of her calf, had committed an aswithout a library. Take down, with all due sault on the roadster, and tore up his flank with caution, that enormous tome, the Excursion, her crooked horn as clean as if it had been a and let us hear something of the Pedlar. There ripping chisel. The party had to proceed with is an end to the invention of printing. Lo and post-horses; and although Mr. Dick be at once behold, blank verse indeed! You cannot help one of the most skilful and most moderate turning over twenty leaves at once, for they of veterinary surgeons, his bill at the end of are all amalgamated in must and mouldiness. autumn was necessarily as long as that of a Lord Byron himself is no better than an proctor. Mr. Fox gave up the ghost—Mr. Pitt Egyptian mummy; and the Great Unknown was put on the superannuated list-and Joaddresses you in hieroglyphics.

seph Hume, the hack, was sent to the dogs. We have heard different opinions maintained To this condition, then, we must come at on the subject of damp sheets. For our own last, that if you build at all in the country, it part, we always wish to feel the difference must be a mansion three stories high, at the between sheets and cerements. We hate lowest-large airy rooms-roof of slates and every thing clammy. It is awkward, on leap- lead-and walls of the freestone or the Roman ing out of bed to admire the moon, to drag cement. No small black-faces, no Alderneys, along with you, glued round the body and no beehives. Buy all your vivres, and live members, the whole paraphernalia of the like a gentleman. Seldom or never be withcouch. It can never be good for rheumatism out a houseful of company. If you manage -problematical even for fever. Now, be can- your family matters properly, you may have did—did you ever sleep in perfectly dry sheets your time nearly as much at your own disin a Cottage ornée ? You would not like to posal as if you were the greatest of hunkses, say “No, never," in the morning-privately, and never gave but unavoidable dinners. Let to host or hostess. But confess publicly, and the breakfast-gong sound at ten o'clock-quite soon enough. The young people will have their source in reason; and our admiration is been romping about the parlours or the pur- always built on the foundation of truth. Taste, lieus for a couple of hours-and will all make and feeling, and thought, and experience, and their appearance in the beauty of high health knowledge of this life's concerns, are all indisand high spirits. Chat away as long as need pensable to the true delights the imagination be, after muffins and mutton-ham, in small experiences in beholding a beautiful bonâ fide groups on sofas and settees, and then slip you Cottage. It must be the dwelling of the poor; away to your library, to add a chapter to your and it is that which gives it its whole character. novel, or your history, or to any other task By the poor, we mean not paupers, beggars; that is to make you immortal. Let gigs and but families who, to eat, must work, and who, curricles draw up in the circle, and the wooing by working, may still be able to eat. Plain, and betrothed wheel away across a few pa- coarse, not scanty, but unsuperfluous fare is rishes. Let the pedestrians saunter off into theirs from year's-end to year's-end, excepting the woods or to the hillside—the anglers be off some decent and grateful change on chance to loch or river. No great harm even in a holydays of nature's own appointment-a wedgame or two at billiards-if such be of any the ding, or a christening, or a funeral. Yes, a cue-sagacious spinsters of a certain age, funeral; for when this mortal coil is shuffled staid dowagers, and bachelors of sedentary off, why should the hundreds of people that habits, may have recourse, without blame, to come trooping over muirs and mosses to see the chess or backgammon board. At two lunch the body deposited, walk so many miles, and --and at six the dinner-gong will bring the lose a whole day's work, without a dinner? whole flock together, all dressed-mind that-And, if there be a dinner, should it not be a all dressed, for slovenliness is an abomination. good one? And if a good one, will the comLet no elderly gentleman, however bilious pany not be social? But this is a subject for and rich, seek to monopolize a young lady- a future paper, nor need such paper be of other but study the nature of things. Champagne than a cheerful character. Poverty, then, is of course, and if not all the delicacies, at least the builder and beautifier of all huts and cot. all the substantialities of the season. Join the tages. But the views of honest poverty are ladies in about two hours-a little elevated or always hopeful and prospective. Strength of so-almost imperceptibly—but still a little muscle and strength of mind form a truly Holy elevated or so; then music-whispering in Alliance; and the future brightens before the corners—if moonlight and stars, then an hour's steadfast eyes of trust. Therefore, when a out-of-door study of astronomy--no very regu- house is built in the valley, or on the hillside lar supper—but an appearance of plates and -be it that of the poorest cottar—there is some tumblers, and to bed, to happy dreams and little room, or nook, or spare place, which hope slumbers light, at the witching hour. Let no consecrates to the future. Better times may gentleman or lady snore, if it can be avoided, come—a shilling or two may be added to the lest they annoy the crickets; and if you hear week's wages-parsimony may accumulate a any extraordinary noise round and round small capital in the Savings bank sufficient to about the mansion, be not alarmed, for why purchase an old eight-day clock, a chest of should not the owls choose their own hour of drawers for the wife, a curtained bed for the revelry?

lumber-place, which a little labour will convert Fond as we are of the country, we would into a bed-room. It is not to be thought that not, had we our option, live there all the year the pasture-fields become every year greener, round. We should just wish to linger into the and the corn-fields every harvest more yellow winter about as far as the middle of December that the hedgerows grow to thicker fragrance, --then to a city—say at once Edinburgh. There and the birch-tree waves its tresses higher in is as good skating-ground, and as good curling- the air, and expands its white-rinded stem ground, at Lochend and Duddingstone, as any almost to the bulk of a tree of the forest--and where in all Scotland-nor is there anywhere yet that there shall be no visible progress from else better beef and greens. There is no per- good to better in the dwelling of those whose fection anywhere, but Edinburgh society is hands and hearts thus cultivate the soil into excellent. We are certainly agreeable citi- rejoicing beauty. As the whole land prospers, zens; with just a sufficient spice of party so does each individual dwelling. Every ten spirit to season the feast of reason and the years, the observing eye sees a new expression flow of soul, and to prevent society from be on the face of the silent earth; the law of lacoming drowsily unanimous. Without the bour is no melancholy lot; for to industry the fillip of a little scandal, honest people would yoke is easy, and content is its own exceeding fall asleep; and surely it is far preferable to great reward. that to abuse one's friends with moderation. Therefore, it does our heart good to look on Even Literature and the Belles Lettres are not a Cottage. Here the objections to straw-roofs entirely useless; and our Human Life would have no application. A few sparrows chirpnot be so delightful as that of Mr. Rogers, ing and fluttering in the eaves can do no great without a few occasional Noctes Ambro- harm, and they serve to amuse the children. sianæ.

The very baby in the cradle, when all the fa But the title of our article recalls our wan- mily are in the fields, mother and all, hears the dering thoughts, and our talk must be of Cot- cheerful twitter, and is reconciled to solitude. tages. Now, think not, beloved reader, that the quantity of corn that a few sparrows can we care not for Cottages, for that would indeed eat-greedy creatures as they are--cannot be be a gross mistake. But our very affections very deadly; and it is chiefly in the winter are philosophical; our sympathies have all time that they attack the stacks, when there is much excuse to be made on the plea of hunger. | household, and which an awakened eye would As to the destruction of a little thatch, why, sweep away as absolute nuisances. Perhaps there is not a boy about the house, above ten the very depth of their affections—the solemyears, who is not a thatcher, and there is no nity of their religious thought-and the reexpense in such repairs. Let the honeysuckle flective spirit in which they carry on the too steal up the wall, and even blind unchecked warfare of life-hide from them the percepa corner of the kitchen-window. Its fragrancetion of what, after all, is of such very inferior will often cheer unconsciously the labourer's moment, and even create a sort of austerity heart, as, in the midday-hour of rest, he sits of character which makes them disregard, too dandling his child on his knee, or converses much, trifles that appear to have no influence with the passing pedlar. Let the moss-rose or connection with the essence of weal or wo. tree flourish, that its bright blush-balls may Yet if there be any truth in this, it affords, we dazzle in the kirk the eyes of the lover of fair confess, an explanation rather than a justifiHelen Irwin, as they rise and fall with every cation. movement of a bosom yet happy in its virgin Our business at present, however, is rather innocence. Nature does not spread in vain with single Cottages than with villages. We her flowers in flush and fragrance over every Scottish people have, for some years past, been obscure nook of earth. Simple and pure is doing all we could to make ourselves ridicu. the delight they inspire. Not to the poet's eye lous, by claiming for our capital the name of alone is their language addressed. The beauti- Modern Athens, and talking all manner of ful symbols are understood by lowliest minds; nonsense about a city which stands nobly on and while the philosophical Wordsworth speaks its own proper foundation; while we have of the meanest flower that blows giving a joy kept our mouths comparatively shut about the too deep for tears, so do all mankind feel the beauty of our hills and vales, and the rational exquisite truth of Burns's more simple address happiness that everywhere overflows our nato the mountain-daisy which his ploughshare tive land. Our character is to be found in the had upturned. The one touches sympathies country; and therefore, gentle reader, behold too profound to be general—the other speaks along with us a specimen of Scottish scenery. as a son of the soil affected by the fate of the It is not above some four miles long--its most familiar flower that springs from the breadth somewhere about a third of its length; bosom of our common dust.

a fair oblong, sheltered and secluded by a line Generally speaking, there has been a spirit of varied eminences, on some of which lies the of improvement at work, during these last power of cultivation, and over others the vivid twenty years, upon all the Cottages in Scot- verdure peculiar to a pastoral region; while, land. The villages are certainly much neater telling of disturbed times past for ever, stand and cleaner than formerly, and in very few yonder the ruins of an old fortalice or keep, respects, if any, positively offensive. Perhaps picturesque in its deserted decay. The plough none of them have--nor ever will have--the has stopped at the edge of the profitable and exquisite trimness, the habitual and hereditary beautiful coppice-woods, and encircled the tall rustic elegance, of the best villages of England. elm-grove. The rocky pasturage, with its cloThere, even the idle and worthless have an in- very and daisied turf, is alive with sheep and stinctive love of what is decent, and orderly, cattle-its briery knolls with birds-its broom and pretty in their habitations. The very and whins with bees--and its wimpling burn drunkard must have a well-sanded floor, a with trouts and minnows glancing through the clean-swept hearth, clear-polished furniture, shallows, or leaping among the cloud of inand uncobwebbed walls to the room in which sects that glitter over its pools. Here and he quaffs, guzzles, and smokes himself into there a cottage-not above twenty in all-one stupidity. His wife may be a scold, but seldom low down in the holm, another on a cliff beside a slattern-his children ill taught, but well the waterfall: that is the mill-another breakapparelled. Much of this is observable even ing the horizon in its more ambitious stationamong the worst of the class; and, no doubt, and another far up at the hill-foot, where there such things must also have their effect in is not a single tree, only shrubs and brackens. tempering and restraining excesses. Where. On a bleak day, there is but little beauty in as, on the other hand, the house of a well- such a glen; but when the sun is cloudless, behaved, well-doing English villager is a and all the light serene, it is a place where perfect model of comfort and propriety. In poet or painter may see visions, and dream Scotland, the houses of the dissolute are always dreams, of the very age of gold. At such seadens of dirt, and disorder, and distraction. All sons, there is a homefelt feeling of humble reordinary goings-on are inextricably confused ality, blending with the emotions of imagina-meals eaten in different nooks, and at no re- tion. In such places, the low-born, high-souled gular hour-nothing in its right place or time poets of old breathed forth their songs, and —the whole abode as if on the eve of a flitting; hymns, and elegies—the undying lyrical poetry wnile, with few exceptions, even in the dwell- of the heart of Scotland. ings of the best families in the village, one may Take the remotest cottage first in order, detect occasional forgetfulness of trifling mat- HILLFOOT, and hear who are its in mates-the ters, that, if remembered, would be found Schoolmaster and his spouse. The schoolgreatly conducive to comfort-occasional in-house stands on a little unappropriated piece sensibilities to what would be graceful in their of ground-at least it seems to be so-quite at condition, and might be secured at little ex- the head of the glen; for there the hills sink pense and less trouble-occasional blindness down on each side, and afford an easy access ic minute deformities that mar the aspect of the l to the seat of learning from two neighbouring

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