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the proprietor himself. He had more than ordi- | planted and pruned for him during his absence. nary interest in it, from its being the patrimonial “ But,” adds Mr. Lockhart, “ he retained to the property of his cousin-german. He was left at end of his life a certain tenderness of feeling' full liberty to plant and prune, and make such towards Ashiestiel, which could not, perhaps, be alterations and improvements, as cost but little, better shadowed than in Joanna Baillie's similiand which yet furnished an agreeable occupation, tude." And this was the letter which this most and created an additional interest to the inhabi- distinguished lady wrote to him upon this occatant of the place, and above all, he was free from sion ;-“Yourse and Mrs. Scott, and the chilall those carking cares of lairdship, or land-owner-dren, will feel sorry at leaving Ashiestiel, which ship, of the extent of which no one, who does not will long have a consequence, and be the object of possess land, can possibly have any just notion. kind feelings with many, from having once been Brimful, as he doubtless was, of the consciousness the place of your residence. If I should ever be of the wonderful talent that was in him—burning happy enough to be at Abbotsford, you must take to give it way--and every fresh effort that he made me to see Ashiestiel too. I have a kind of tenderto do so being hailed by the loudest plaudits, not ness for it, as one has for a man's first wife, when only of his friends or of his countrymen alone, you hear he has married a second.” The expresbut of the whole reading world—and all this be- sions of Scott's honest, but plainer friend, James ing to him, all the while, as little more than the Hogg, the Ettrick Shepherd, are equally striking ; mere wanton sport of his youth-we cannot look “ Are you not sorry at leaving auld Ashiestiel for for one moment on Ashiestiel, without believing, gude and a', after having been at so much trouble that for seven years of his life, it was the para- and expense in making it a complete thing? dise of Sir Walter Scott.

Upon my word, I was, on seeing it in the papers." It is thus, that throwing his intelligent and Were we to indulge in our own speculations on a poetical mind back into the days of the olden subject which might be considered as perhaps too time, and contrasting them with those which were delicate to admit of any such interference with it, then present to him, he describes, in general terms, especially if pushed to any great extent, we should the scenery of Ettrick Forest, through which he begin by stating our belief that Sir Walter Scott, daily wandered, conjuring up a thousand romantic if he could have subdued the ambitious desire circumstances, and clothing them, as he went, with which seems to have possessed him of making the most enchanting accessories belonging to an- himself the head of a family of landed estate, and cient days which are now no more.

could have contented himself with being the “ The scenes are desert now, and baro,

comfortable tenant of other people's places of Where flourished once a forest fair,

residence, might have been even yet walking
When these waste glens with copse were lined, about, as hale and bearty among us as we now
And peopled with the hart and hind.
Yon thorn, perchance, whose prickly spears

happily see a number of his dearest and most inHave fenced him for three hundred years,

timate friends and contemporaries. And, although Whilo fell around his green compeers

we should have been grieved to the heart, if he Yon lonely thorn, would he could tell The changes of his parent dell,

could have been supposed to have gone on writing Since he, so grey and stubborn now,

till he had written himself out, we cannot help feelWaved in each breeze a sapling bough ;

ing persuaded that he might have made very large Would he could tell how deep the shade A thousand mingled branches made;

additions to his voluminous works, and with the How broad the shadows of the oak,

fullest chance that they might have been quite as Ilow clung the rowan to the rock,

vigorous in composition and in writing, if not perAnd through the foliage showed his head, With narrow leaves and berries red;

haps more so than some of his latest existing proWhat pines on every mountain sprung,

ductions. And then, alas! how sad and melanO'er every dell what birches hung,

choly it is for us to have lived to behold the utter In every breeze what aspens shook, What alders shaded every brook!

annihilation of that aerial vision, which he fol*Tere in the shade,' methinks he'd say,

lowed throughout his whole life as a reality, and • The mighty stag at noontide lay; The wolf I've seen, a fiercer game

which has so quickly and so entirely melted away (The neighbouring dingle bears his name),

—that already, in the course of but a very small With lurching step around mo prowl,

number of years, his whole male representatives And stop, against the moon to howl; The mountain boar, on battle set,

should be extinct! May Almighty God bring His tusks upon my stem would whet;

this great and striking lesson on the futility of all While doc, and roe, and red deer good,

human hopes, and the perishable nature of all Ilave bounded by, through gay greenwood."" human plans, fully home to the breast of every Mr. Lockhart says, and we believe with the one who may be called upon to reflect on it ! greatest truth : “that Scott had many a pang in Mr. Stoddart, in his excellent recent publicaquitting a spot which had been the scene of so tion, “ The Angler's Companion,” says—" It is many innocent and noble pleasures, no one can not until it reaches Ashiestiel that Tweed is doubt ; but the desire of having a permanent looked upon by salmon-fishers with much regard. aliding place of his own, in his ancestorial district, Iligher up the fish killed by the rod are compahad long been growing upon his mind.” And ratively few, and these, most of them, in execrable indeed, he was amply repaid for all that he did at condition.” Ashiestiel, by seeing his gallant and much-loved The Cadon water comes rapidly down from the cousin, General Russell, sit down at length among high hills to the north, and running through the the trees which he, as an affectionate kinsman, had parish of Stow, it throws itself into the Tweed

a little below Clovenfords. This point of junction

But Fate shall thrust you from the shore, used to be a favourite rendezvous with the angler ;

And Passion ply the sail and oar.

Yet cherish the remembrance still, and we have ourselves thrown at least as many Of the lone mountain, and the rill; lines into the streams of the Tweed here, as, if For trust, dear boys, the time will come,

When fiercer transport shall be dumb, arranged in pages, might have made a good thick

And you will think right frequently, volume. But the water must be in prime condi- But, well I hope, rithout a sigh, tion, and the fish in a particularly taking humour,

On the free hours that we have spent, when we come to this part of the river, to enable

Together, on the brown hill's brent.” us sufficiently to abstract ourselves from the enjoyment of the exquisite scenery which here sud- In his first voyage to India, it was the lot of denly bursts upon us, so as to be able to pay the

one of those young gentlemen to be involved in requisite attention to rod, line, and flics, to secure

all the terrors and perils of the Kent East Indiathat success which every angler must necessarily man that was burned at sea. desire. This is one of the most beautiful parts

On the left bank of the Tweed, opposite to the of the Tweed ; and well do we remember the day Yair, is the fine old Scottish mansion of Fairuiewhen, wandering in our boyhood up hither from lee, belonging to the Pringles of Clifton. It afMelrose, we found ourselves for the first time in fords a very interesting specimen of the Scottish the midst of scenery so grand and beautiful. The style of architecture, and its old hedges and terrod was speedily put up, and the fly-book was races, and the grand ancient timber by which it exchanged for the sketch-book. We wandered is surrounded, complete the richness of the sceabout from point to point, now and then reclining nery of this part of the river. The Bridge of Yair on the grass, and sometimes, from very wanton- furnishes another happy feature in the scene, ness, wading into the shallows of the clear stream;

soon after passing which, the hills open out and so we passed away some hours of luxurious above Sunderland Hall, into an extensive plain, idleness, the pleasures of which we shall never

immediately above the junction of the Ettrick cease to remember,

with the Tweed. The vale of the latter river A very short description of the scenery must

now expands, and the prospect downwards besuffice.

On the right bank stands the charming comes of the richest description ; but before proresidence of Yair, belonging to the very old fa- ceeding to enter upon it, we must concisely dismily of Pringle of Whytbank. The house is sur

cuss the course of that important tributary the rounded by a lofty amphitheatre of hill, covered Ettrick, as well as that of its sub-tributary the with timber of the most ancient and luxuriant Yarrow, and these two embrace so large a tract growth, and the green lawn stretches towards of country, including almost the whole forest, the clear pebbly-bottomed river, which there that it would seem that volumes must be absorbed

Put our readers have been runs past it in an unbroken, wide, and gentle, in the notice of it. though lively stream, making music it already pretty well informed as to the general goes. Lower down, where the pass narrows, it nature of this country, both as it was in the olden ssumes the character which Scott gives it in time and as it is now, from the matter which we the following verses, in which he so feelingly have already brought before them, and especially alludes to the late Alexander Pringle, Esq., of from Scott's own highly descriptive verses. How, Whytbank, and his interesting family of boys, indeed, should we delight to luxuriate in imaginathe eldest of whom is the present Alexander tion over the whole of the forest as it was when Pringle, Esq., recently one of the Lords of Her in its wildest state, when human dwellings were Majesty's Treasury; the rest of them have been few in it, and thinly scattered—and where the since scattered over the world, and have under-wanderer might now come unexpectedly upon the gone all the various vicissitudes of life. The lines, humble cottage in some retired dingle, or bo which form part of the introduction to the second startled by the sudden appearance of the frowncanto of Marmion, are so extremely beautiful, that ing outworks of some tower or peel judiciously we shall make no apology for quoting them :

pitched on some position of natural strengtlı!

whilst the lonely church of St. Mary's or some “From Yair-which hills so closely bind, Scarce can the Tweed his passage find,

other smaller chapels, to be found sot down here Though much he fret, and cbafe, and toil,

and there, in the midst of these woodland wilds, Till all his eddying currents boilHer long-descended lord is goue,

might be supposed to produce some degree of And left us by the stream alone.

peaceful influence on the rude and stormy bosoms Ani mucb I miss those sportive boys,

of those who dwelt in cot or tower. Then think Companions of my mountain joys,

of the animal life with which the whole of these Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thongbt is speech, and speech is truth,

sylvan districts were filled, and the picturesque Close to my side, with what delight,

pursuit of the woodcraft which it naturally cr3They pressed to hear of Wallace wight, When, pointing to his airy mound,

ated. The magnificent urus, bison, or wild bull itI called' bis ramparts holy ground!

self, rushing through the coverts, and glaring Kindled their brows to hear me speak;

fearfully at the passenger who disturbed him And I have siniled to feel my cheek,

from his lair. Despite the difference of our years,

One head in the hall at AlbotsReturn again the glow of theirs.

ford, found in a neighbouring moss, indicates an Ab, bappy boys ! such feelings pure,

animal three times the size of the wild cattle They will not, cannot long endure; Condemned to stem the world's dark tide,

kept at Chillingham. Let all these picturesque You may not linger by the side ;

circumstances be mingled with those love-mak

as

" Two

ings, merry-makings, feuds, and fights, which | however, cannot boast of many trees during the must have taken place amongst such a popula- first twenty miles of its course, but its hills are tion, and we shall find that it would produce a greener, and its valleys are wider and fitter stock of materials for the poet or the artist, that for cultivation than those of the Yarrow. A would be perfectly exhaustless.

little way above its junction with the latter But to come down to the plain matter of fact as stream, its sides are skirted with natural wood, it now stands. Instead of the endless woodland its plains become more extensive and fertile, and which once covered the country, Dr. Douglas, in the adjoining hills are covered with planted wood. his view of Selkirkshire, published in 1798, says On the side of the Ettrick, opposite to Thirlstane, “In stating the number of acres in wood at are the remains of the tower of Gamescleuch. A 2,000, I have followed Mr. Johnston. The best genealogy of the Scotts, in the possession of Lord information which I could collect from the con- Napier, tells us that “ John Scott, of Thirlstane, versation of gentlemen and farmers, in different married a daughter of Scott of Allanhaugh, by corners, made it rather less.” The general appear whom he had four sons, Robert, his heir, and ance of the country is a succession of green and Simon, called Long-spear, who was tutor of bare hills, gradually rising one above another in Thirlstane, and built the tower of Gamescleuch.” height. Dr. Douglas says—" Their naked and It soon afterwards receives two tributaries from bleak aspect, when seen at a distance in cloudy the right, a small rivulet called Timah, and the weather, is lost upon riding among them, and Rankle-burn, which is not only celebrated by the beholding the rich sward with which they are song of the “ Maid of Rankle-burn,” but which covered, the clear streams which issue from their is likewise rendered remarkable by its being the sides, the fleecy flocks browsing on their green place where the progenitors of the Buccleuch pastures, and their lambs frisking around. The family first took up their residence—when animation of the scene is heightened by patches

old Buccleuch the name did gain, of brushwood and small clumps of trees, with

When in the cleuch the buck was ta'en." which, in a few places, the hills are adorned—the The legend, as told in the notes to the “ Lay of fertility of the vales, by which they are separated the Last Minstrel,” simply states that, from each other and the romantic banks of the brethren, natives of Galloway, having been waters which wash their bases."

banished from that country, for a riot or insurBut now let us, in the first place, give our attention to the Ettrick, and in so doing let us where the keeper, whose name was Brydone,

rection, came to Rankle-burn, in Ettrick forest, not forget that it gives origin to the old Scottish received them joyfully, on account of their skill song, " Ettrick Banks”

in winding the horn, and in the other mysteries On Ettrick's banks, ae simmer night,

of the chase. Kenneth Mac Alpin, then king of At gloaming when the sheep cam' hame,

Scotland, came soon after to hunt in the Royal I met my lassic, braw and tight, While wand'ring through the mist her lane.

forest, and pursued a buck from Ettrick-heuch My heart grew light, I wanted lang

to the glen now called Buck-cleuch, about two To tell my lassie a' my mind,

miles above the junction of the Rankle-burn with And never till this happy hour,

the river Ettrick. A canny meeting could i find.” &c.

Here the stag stood at bay; The Ettrick rises, as we are told, from among a

and the king and his attendants, who followed on

horseback, were thrown out by the steepness of few rushes, between Loch-fell and Capel-fell, on

the hill and the morass. John, one of the brethe south side of a range of hills, which may be thren from Galloway, had followed the chase on called " the back-bone of the country,” at a point foot, and now comiug in, seized the buck by the two miles above Potburn, which is said to be the horns, and, being a man of great strength and highest situated farm-house above the sea in the activity, threw him on his back, and ran with his south of Scotland. Mr. Stoddart tells us that burden about a mile up the steep hill, to a place “ Ettrick abounds in nice trout, weighing, on the called Cracra-cross, where Kenneth had halted, average, a quarter of a pound, but I have killed and laid the buck at the sovereign's feet.”. them occasionally, below Thirlestane, upwards of a pound, and recollect seeing one taken there

“ The deer being curced in that place,

At his majesty's demand, nearly three times that weight. From the burns

Then John of Galloway ran a pace, which empty themselves in the upper districts, I

And fetched water in his hand. have known my friend John Wilson, Jun., of

The king did wash into a dish, Elhray, to capture, with the worm, twelve dozen

And Galloway John he wot; in the course of a forenoon. Sea-trout, both the

He said, “ thy name now after this

Shall ever be called John Scott. whitling and the bull species, ascend the Ettrick

The forest and the deer therein, in November, sometimes in great numbers—as

We commit to thy hand ; many as three score have been slaughtered, by

For thou shalt sure the ranger be, means of the leister, in one night, out of a single

If thou obey command. pool. The true salmon killed on an occasion of And for the buck thou stoutly brought this sort are comparatively few.”

To us up that stcep heuch,

Thy designation ever shall Lord Napier's ancient residence of Thirlstane

Be John Scott in Buccleuch. tower, with its few venerable ash trees and its extensive plantations, give an immediate interest to

In Scotland no Buccleuch was then, this highly elevated part of its banks. Ettrick, Before the buck in the cleuch was slain ;

Night's men at first they did appear,

by all the savage accessories of Alpine scenery, Because moon and stars in their arms they bear. Their crest, supporters, and hunting horn,

peaked mountains, precipitous cliffs, valleys enShow their beginning from hunting came;

cumbered by gigantic fragments of rock, and alTheir name, and style, and book doth say,

together devoid of verdure, roaring cataracts and John gained them both into one day.”

thundering streams, and dark and hardly fathomImmediately opposite to the junction of the able lakes, that silently reflected the beetling Rankle-burn with the Ettrick, appear the grey cliffs and the shred of sky that hung over them ; ruins of the old tower of Tushielaw. They stand but never before, at so high an elevation, did we on the side of a hill, near the road that runs up the meet with so perfect an emblem of simple and Ettrick. It was long the stronghold of a power- unadorned beauty, silently slecping in the lap of ful family of the name of Scott, who were famous Nature. A crystalline sheet of water poured out free-booters, or border-riders, or moss-troopers, to so great an extent, amidst pastoral and comwhich epithets, we beg our readers to believe, are paratively green hills, and not the trace of a meant by us to convey the highest compliments dwelling to remind us that there might be other we can pay them. We have already had occasion human beings there as well as ourselves. How to notice the romantic legend, regarding the daugh- perfectly descriptive of the peacefulness of this ter of the Earl of March, who met with the son lovely scene are these two simple lines of Wordsof the Laird of Tushielaw in Ettrick forest-of the worth :love that arose between them of the manner in

“ The swan on sweet St. Mary's Lake which it was crossed--and the sad fate of the

Floats double, swan and shadow." lady, who died of a broken heart just as her

The river itself rises from the hills which form fondest wishes appeared to be about to be realised the boundary of Dumfries-shire ; and finding its We earnestly hope that Adam Scott, son of David way into the upper and smaller lake called the Scott, of Tushielaw, was not the young knight of Loch of the Lowes, it speedily passes from it into the legend, for he (Adam) bore the very distin- the upper part of St. Mary's Loch, which is seven guished name of “King of the Thieves.” His and a half miles in circumference, its greatest fate too was somewhat summary, and rather unro-depth being about thirty fathoms.

The Meggat mantic, for, in the famous excursion winich King water, which comes in from the left as a tributary James V. made through the Border—with the in- | to St. Mary's Lake, is a stream of considerable tention of ridding himself and his country of some importance. We may as well proceed at once to of the great characters who were most remarkable notice the angling which is afforded by this for keeping up its predatory fame_he came sud- neighbourhood. We find that Mr. Stoddart denly to Tushielaw one morning before breakfast, says that the Yarrow, “as an angling stream, and hanged King Adam over the horizontal bough is of good repute, and contains nice trout, weighof an old ash tree that grew over his own gate, all ing from one and a half pound downwards. Near along the bark of which were to be felt and seen the loch the average is about half a pound, and I various nicks and hollows, formed by the ropes on have frequently taken two or three dozen of that which many an unhappy wretch had been hanged weight. The woodcock wing and mouse fur by the remorseless Tushielaw himself.

body form a favourite fly. Minnow, also, during We must not forget to record that, in an old summer is highly attractive in some of the streams. house not far from Ettrick Church, we are in- In Douglass burn are numbers of small trout. formed by James Ilogy, the Ettrick Shepherd, St. Mary's Loch is well stocked with trout avehimself, that he first drew the breath of life :- raging half a pound. I have often, however,

killed them a great deal heavier, and recollect, “ Here first I saw the rising morn; Here first my infant mind unfurled,

on the Bourhope side, encrecling a yellow trout To judge this spot, where I was born,

that measured nearly twenty inches in length. The very centre of the world.”

Such an occurrence, however, is extremely rare. At Newhouse, the Ettrick has worn its way Besides trout, St. Mary's Loch contains pike and through a deep ravine, where the rocks rise al- perch ; the former, of late years, are much on the most perpendicularly, covered with furze, and increase, whereas in the Loch of the Lowes, which overhung with copsewood, presenting rather a is connected with it by a stream not fifty yards wild scene; but, otherwise, there is little inte in length, they are manifestly falling off in numresting in this river, until after it has received bers. About sixteen years ago, when I first the Yarrow.

angled in these lochs, the upper one contained no For our parts, never shall we forget the day trout whatsoever, and the under one,

if any,

few when we made our happy excursion, from Selkirk, pike. Now, the upper one, on the south side, has to trace this classical and musical stream to its abundance of trout, and these better in quality

We shall not stop at present to notice than what are met with in the Lower Lake. In the delight we enjoyed in our drive up the vale of an edible point of view, the pike of the above the Yarrow, for, as our custom is, in following lochs are very superior to the fish of this descripout our present plan, to trace those tributary and tion generally met with, and attain to a great other streams downwards, we shall begin by size. I recollect killing one that weighed ninenoting our sensations on reaching the lone St. teen pounds. My implement was a small troutMary's Loch and the Loch of the Lowes. We ing-rod, and when I brought the fish to bank, have been great wanderers in our day, and we

there was only a strand composed of three horse have looked upon scenes as lonely, accompanied hairs left near the hook to support him, the other

source.

two strards of the winch line having given way.

For though, in feudal strife, a foe

Hath laid Our Lady's Chapel low, Discharging themselves into these lochs, are seve

Yet still beneath the hallowed soil, ral streams, the largest of which is the Meggat The peasant rests him from his toil, water—an excellent summer trouting river, where And dying bids his bones be laid

Where erst his simple fathers pray’d.” I have caught fish upwards of two pounds in weight. At the foot of the Meggat, close to Again, to indulge our fancy in recalling that where it enters St. Mary's Loch, I recollect, on which we consider to be the wild and romantic the occasion of a flood, killing with the Ay three state of this country, let us imagine the forest panniers full of trout, each containing a stone stretching itself over every part of this scene-let weight and upwards, in the course of a day. us have the wild swans sweeping in graceful evoThese were all taken out of a space of water not lutions over the surface of the lake, and occasionexceeding half a mile. Another large capture ally drooping in their flight, in order to skim made by me on this strram took place while in more closely over its transparent bosomn--let us company with the Ettrick Shepherd, and the have tho much venerated Chapel of St. Mary, ereelfuls we respectively emptied out on arriving which stood on its eastern side, as entire as it was at Henderland (we had fished down during a previous to its destruction by the Clan Scott, in small flood from the head of Winterhope burn, a their feud with the Cranstons—let us have in it course of four or five miles), would have astonished its holy clerks and their assistants, the ruins of even a Tweedsile adopt. The Chapelhope burns whose dwellings are still discernible— let us have and Corsecleugh, which enier the Loch of the the restoration of those Peel Towers of which Lowes, also con., numerous trout. There are the vestiges of one or two of some importance plenty of perch in the upper lake, and the lower still remain, especially that of Dryhope, near the one is occasionally visited by salmon and bull- lower extremity of the lake--and let us have their trout. I have caught both of these fish with inmates produced before us as they were, and full loch flics from the margin, but never met with of strange and strongly-agitating passions—let us one in an edillo condition.” We carried fish- have the urus, the great palmated stag, and the ing-rods and tackle with us, and had deter- red deer restored-and let us, for a spice of terror, mined to devote at least an hour or two to have the wolf, the mountain boar, and other such gerious angling, but the beauty and novelty animals, added to our objects of interest and of the scenery ma:le us quite unfit to do any- then let us set poets, artists, and fiction-mongers thing of the sort, or, in short, to do anything to work upon the bill of fare we have provided for but enjoy Vature. We must mention, how them, to write or paint as they best can. The ever, tlınt, notwithstaning appearances, there is names of Ox-cleuch, Deer-law, IIart-leap, Hyndene solitary house, which stands between the two hope, Fawn-burn, Wolf-cleuch, Brock-lill, Swinelakes, where a brother of the angle may find com- brae, Cat-slack, &c., which still exist, many of fortable quarters. It is not an in:n, but a cottage, them belonging to different places, are sufficient inhabited by Mire. Richardson, who is always to prore how universally these animals inhabited willing to extend her hospitality to anglers, and the forest. to do all in her powr to make them comfort- We have already noticed that the Meggat able. And, 0! what is place to spend some quiet Water, coming in from the left, yields a large condays, in the fall enjoyment of solitary thought; tribution to St. Mary's Lake. On its banks are and with whit freling does Sir Walter Scott the vestiges of the castle of Henderland, which, allude to this:-

with the surrounding estate, is the property of

our much valued friend, William Murray, Esq., (ft in my mind such thoug'its awake, By one Saint Varry's:ilent lik;

of Henderland. A mountain torrent, called Hen" Ihnow'st it well--nor fen, nor sedge

derland Burn, rushes impetuously from the hills, Polute the pure lake's crystal edge;

through a rocky chas called the Dow-glen, and Abrupi and.beer the mountains sink At once upon the lord brinh;

passes near the site of the tower. This tower And just a trace of silver sand

was once the stronghold of a famous freebooter Vark: where the water meets the land.

called Cockburne of Ilenderland, and the position, Far in the mirror bright and blue, Euch hill's huge outline you may view;

besides being apparently unapproachable by the Sharay with heath, but lon ly hure,

strong hand of legal power, must have been pecuNor tree, nor bush, nor brake is there, Sve where, of land, yon slender line

liarly favourable for making inroads into the culBars that the lake the scattered pine.

tivated districts, both to the south and the north. Vet even this nakedness has power,

We have recently had occasion to notice the sumAnd aids the feeling of the hour; Nor thicket, dell, nor copse you spy,

mary manner in which James V., in his progress Where living thing concealed miglit lie;

through the Borders, dealt with Adam Scott of Nor point, retiring, hides a dell,

Tushielaw. The king remained only to satisfy Where se: in or wo dinan lone might dwell. There's nothing left to l'ancy's guess,

himself that he had seen the last dying struggle You see that all is lonelinego;

of that worthy, when he took a path over the And silence aris--though the steep hills

mountains which separate the vale of Ettrick Send to the lake a thousand rills ; In summer tide, so soft they weep,

from the head of Yarrow, which has ever since The sound but lulls the car asleep;

borne the name of the “King's Road.” The moYour horse's hcof-tread sound's too rude,

narch arrived so suddenly at Lienderland, that he So stilly is the solitude. Nought living meets the eye or ear,

surprised Cockburne sitting at dinner, and withBut well I ween the dead are near;

out one moment's delay, he ordered him to be

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