NOTES.
‘And a soft landscape given me by oneWho has a noble nature.’
‘And a soft landscape given me by oneWho has a noble nature.’
‘And a soft landscape given me by oneWho has a noble nature.’
‘And a soft landscape given me by one
Who has a noble nature.’
The gentleman who gave me the picture of ‘Stirling Castle’ will not be surprised that so pleasant a gift holds a place in my memory.
‘oneWhose ancestors had been Castilia’s kings.’
‘oneWhose ancestors had been Castilia’s kings.’
‘oneWhose ancestors had been Castilia’s kings.’
‘one
Whose ancestors had been Castilia’s kings.’
This striking anecdote is related of Ponce de Leon, in, I think, ‘A Visit to Spain,’ by Michael Quin.
‘The glitter of the steeples on the hills.’
‘The glitter of the steeples on the hills.’
Every one who has made the passage of the St Lawrence, will remember the beautiful effect of the steeples on the shore. Occupying almost every swell on the low interval, and tiled universally with tin, they glisten in the moonlight like turrets of silver. It is even inthat majestic scenery an impressive and delightful feature.
‘Child of the sunny brow.’
‘Child of the sunny brow.’
Perhaps my book will be forgotten before the child, to whom these lines are addressed, is old enough to understand them; but even if it is not, there is little harm in saying that she is at this time the most beautiful human being I ever saw. Her ‘thousand winning ways’ and graceful motion are before me now like a sweet dream, and I shall never forget them. May God bless her!
‘As dew of the night’s quietness comes down.’
‘As dew of the night’s quietness comes down.’
If my readers have neglected meteorology as long as I did, the younger part of them at least, would like to be told that the dew never falls except on a still night.