[51]Since then.
[51]Since then.
[52]Know not.
[52]Know not.
[53]Whipt.
[53]Whipt.
[54]Sorely frightened.
[54]Sorely frightened.
[55]Fuss or perhaps flattering speech.
[55]Fuss or perhaps flattering speech.
[56]Keep off.
[56]Keep off.
[57]To-morrow.
[57]To-morrow.
[58]Dangled.
[58]Dangled.
[59]Shoulder.
[59]Shoulder.
[60]Tassels or dangles.
[60]Tassels or dangles.
[61]Thatch.
[61]Thatch.
[62]Head.
[62]Head.
[63]Of a dark complexion.
[63]Of a dark complexion.
[64]Does this mean Spectator?
[64]Does this mean Spectator?
[65]Foe.
[65]Foe.
[66]Sirloin.
[66]Sirloin.
[67]Wrinkled.
[67]Wrinkled.
[68]Since.
[68]Since.
[69]Loth.
[69]Loth.
[70]Uncouth sloven.
[70]Uncouth sloven.
[71]Reluctant.
[71]Reluctant.
[72]Proud or stiff.
[72]Proud or stiff.
[73]Halter.
[73]Halter.
[74]Through.
[74]Through.
[75]Blaze.
[75]Blaze.
[76]Caused.
[76]Caused.
[77]Roll.
[77]Roll.
[78]Age.
[78]Age.
[79]Begin.
[79]Begin.
[80]Pennycuick House, the romantic and elegant residence of Sir George Clerk, Baronet. "It stands on a flat, in a curve of the river, with a picturesque glen behind, carrying up the view to the ruins of Branstane Castle, and the western extremity of the Pentlands—a a little plain in front, gemmed with a beautiful artificial pond, and overhung by ascents which are mantled all over with wood—and swells and eminences on each side, dissevered by ravines, and moulded into many curvatures of beauty. On the opposite side of the river, at the end of an avenue at the top of a bank, stands an obelisk, raised by Sir James Clerk, to the memory of his friend and frequent inmate, Allan Ramsay."
[80]Pennycuick House, the romantic and elegant residence of Sir George Clerk, Baronet. "It stands on a flat, in a curve of the river, with a picturesque glen behind, carrying up the view to the ruins of Branstane Castle, and the western extremity of the Pentlands—a a little plain in front, gemmed with a beautiful artificial pond, and overhung by ascents which are mantled all over with wood—and swells and eminences on each side, dissevered by ravines, and moulded into many curvatures of beauty. On the opposite side of the river, at the end of an avenue at the top of a bank, stands an obelisk, raised by Sir James Clerk, to the memory of his friend and frequent inmate, Allan Ramsay."
[81]Fresh.
[81]Fresh.
[82]Abundance.
[82]Abundance.
[83]Warbling.
[83]Warbling.
[84]The prison vault.
[84]The prison vault.
[85]Hollow, or glen.
[85]Hollow, or glen.
[86]Sheltered.
[86]Sheltered.
[87]Thatched.
[87]Thatched.
[88]Boards.
[88]Boards.
[89]Serene and lonely.
[89]Serene and lonely.
[90]Smoked.
[90]Smoked.
[91]Half.
[91]Half.
[92]Gable.
[92]Gable.
[93]Clothing.
[93]Clothing.
[94]Rattling, or running.
[94]Rattling, or running.
[95]Then.
[95]Then.
[96]Fine clothing and money.
[96]Fine clothing and money.
[97]Bewildered.
[97]Bewildered.
[98]Foolish.
[98]Foolish.
[99]Stupid.
[99]Stupid.
[100]Clothes.
[100]Clothes.
[101]Cloth.
[101]Cloth.
[102]Sold.
[102]Sold.
[103]Stubble field.
[103]Stubble field.
[104]Sold at auction.
[104]Sold at auction.
[105]Engaged.
[105]Engaged.
[106]Children.
[106]Children.
[107]Limping.
[107]Limping.
[108]Carefully.
[108]Carefully.
[109]Untoward.
[109]Untoward.
[110]Lost.
[110]Lost.
[111]Way.
[111]Way.
[112]Sighed.
[112]Sighed.
[113]High.
[113]High.
[114]Walk.
[114]Walk.
[115]Low.
[115]Low.
[116]Gleam.
[116]Gleam.
[117]Peep.
[117]Peep.
[118]Child.
[118]Child.
[119]Merry.
[119]Merry.
[120]You shall.
[120]You shall.
[121]To.
[121]To.
[122]As much as possible.
[122]As much as possible.
[123]Dying.
[123]Dying.
[124]One of these chimnies is said to be over 400 feet high.
[124]One of these chimnies is said to be over 400 feet high.
[125]Edinburgh Review.
[125]Edinburgh Review.
[126]Holyrood day.
[126]Holyrood day.
[127]Until.
[127]Until.
[128]Christmas.
[128]Christmas.
[129]Salt.
[129]Salt.
[130]Gleams, or flashes.
[130]Gleams, or flashes.
[131]Each other.
[131]Each other.
[132]One.
[132]One.
[133]Low bench.
[133]Low bench.
[134]To teach.
[134]To teach.
[135]Hand.
[135]Hand.
[136]Remember.
[136]Remember.
[137]School children.
[137]School children.
[138]Clasped.
[138]Clasped.
[139]Dismissed.
[139]Dismissed.
[140]Climb.
[140]Climb.
[141]Honied.
[141]Honied.
[142]Deafening.
[142]Deafening.
[143]Noisy.
[143]Noisy.
[144]Murmur.
[144]Murmur.
[145]Thrush or mavis.
[145]Thrush or mavis.
[146]Knoll.
[146]Knoll.
[147]Wept.
[147]Wept.
[148]If.
[148]If.
[149]Swells.
[149]Swells.
[150]A darting pain.
[150]A darting pain.
[151]Lark.
[151]Lark.
[152]Sky.
[152]Sky.
[153]Sings.
[153]Sings.
[154]Cover.
[154]Cover.
[155]Clods.
[155]Clods.
[156]Soil.
[156]Soil.
[157]Since the above was written, the Rev. Dr. Heugh has gone to his reward in heaven. He was a man of fine talents, deep piety, and most engaging manners. We met him some years ago on the banks of Lake Leman, whither he had gone for his health, in company with Merle D'Aubigne, Joseph J. Gurney and others; on which occasion Dr. Heugh gave an interesting and graphic account of the Free Church movement, which was translated for the benefit of those who did not understand English, by Professor La Harpe. Never shall we forget that interview. There were present, French and English, German and Swiss, Scots and Americans. Some of these were Presbyterians, others Episcopalians, and others Baptists, Lutherans and Quakers; but all were "one in Christ Jesus." Joseph J. Gurney closed our interview with a prayer in the French language, the most simple, solemn, and touching we ever heard. Ah! little did we think that one of the most agreeable of that happy company was so soon to pass away from the scenes of earth. The following sketch of Dr. Heugh as a preacher, is from a funeral sermon by Dr. John Brown, of Edinburgh."As a preacher, he was judicious, faithful, discriminating; not exclusively doctrinal or practical, or experimental, but all by turns, and often all in the same discourse. The matter of his discourses was drawn from the living oracles, and his constant aim was to explain and to apply the saving doctrines of the cross—to bring the mind and hearts of men into harmony with the mind and will of God, especially as those are revealed in the person and work of his incarnate Son. He was eminently a scriptural preacher, both in substance and in form. The commands of the Master, 'Divide rightly the word of truth,' 'Feed my sheep,' 'Feed my lambs,' seemed to be ever present to his mind, and to guide all his ministerial studies; and hence it was that his pulpit services were marked by a lucid, pointed, and affectionate inculcation of those varied truths which the circumstances of his hearers required. There was nothing trivial or extraneous in his discussions. He stated massy important thoughts, wide and comprehensive views—the result of much reflection and experience—illustrative of his subject and suited to the occasion—in simple and appropriate words; and the hearer was made to feel that he was not listening to human speculations, but that Christ was, by the preacher, unfolding his mind and will—'making manifest the savor of his knowledge.'"His manner in the pulpit was singularly easy, graceful and pleasing. All that he said and did was natural and becoming. His fine open countenance, his animated appearance, his fluency of utterance, the pleasantly modulated tones of his voice, his graceful action, and the solemn devotional feeling which obviously pervaded all these, rivetted attention, and threw a peculiar charm over his whole discourse. There was no seeking for effect, no going out of the way for ornaments, no efforts to dazzle and to overwhelm. He was occupied with his subject, and sought to fill the minds of his hearers with it, as his own mind was filled with it. There were occasionally passages of great beauty, touchingly tender statements, stirring suddenly the deeper emotions of the heart; but the ordinary character of his eloquence was instructive and pleasing, rather than affecting or overpowering."
[157]Since the above was written, the Rev. Dr. Heugh has gone to his reward in heaven. He was a man of fine talents, deep piety, and most engaging manners. We met him some years ago on the banks of Lake Leman, whither he had gone for his health, in company with Merle D'Aubigne, Joseph J. Gurney and others; on which occasion Dr. Heugh gave an interesting and graphic account of the Free Church movement, which was translated for the benefit of those who did not understand English, by Professor La Harpe. Never shall we forget that interview. There were present, French and English, German and Swiss, Scots and Americans. Some of these were Presbyterians, others Episcopalians, and others Baptists, Lutherans and Quakers; but all were "one in Christ Jesus." Joseph J. Gurney closed our interview with a prayer in the French language, the most simple, solemn, and touching we ever heard. Ah! little did we think that one of the most agreeable of that happy company was so soon to pass away from the scenes of earth. The following sketch of Dr. Heugh as a preacher, is from a funeral sermon by Dr. John Brown, of Edinburgh.
"As a preacher, he was judicious, faithful, discriminating; not exclusively doctrinal or practical, or experimental, but all by turns, and often all in the same discourse. The matter of his discourses was drawn from the living oracles, and his constant aim was to explain and to apply the saving doctrines of the cross—to bring the mind and hearts of men into harmony with the mind and will of God, especially as those are revealed in the person and work of his incarnate Son. He was eminently a scriptural preacher, both in substance and in form. The commands of the Master, 'Divide rightly the word of truth,' 'Feed my sheep,' 'Feed my lambs,' seemed to be ever present to his mind, and to guide all his ministerial studies; and hence it was that his pulpit services were marked by a lucid, pointed, and affectionate inculcation of those varied truths which the circumstances of his hearers required. There was nothing trivial or extraneous in his discussions. He stated massy important thoughts, wide and comprehensive views—the result of much reflection and experience—illustrative of his subject and suited to the occasion—in simple and appropriate words; and the hearer was made to feel that he was not listening to human speculations, but that Christ was, by the preacher, unfolding his mind and will—'making manifest the savor of his knowledge.'
"His manner in the pulpit was singularly easy, graceful and pleasing. All that he said and did was natural and becoming. His fine open countenance, his animated appearance, his fluency of utterance, the pleasantly modulated tones of his voice, his graceful action, and the solemn devotional feeling which obviously pervaded all these, rivetted attention, and threw a peculiar charm over his whole discourse. There was no seeking for effect, no going out of the way for ornaments, no efforts to dazzle and to overwhelm. He was occupied with his subject, and sought to fill the minds of his hearers with it, as his own mind was filled with it. There were occasionally passages of great beauty, touchingly tender statements, stirring suddenly the deeper emotions of the heart; but the ordinary character of his eloquence was instructive and pleasing, rather than affecting or overpowering."
[158]Memoir of Bruce, by Dr. Mackelvie, to which I am chiefly indebted for the facts of which the accompanying sketch is composed.
[158]Memoir of Bruce, by Dr. Mackelvie, to which I am chiefly indebted for the facts of which the accompanying sketch is composed.
[159]In his own copy Bruce had written, "Starts thy curious voice to hear;"curiousis a Scotticism, being equivalent tostrange. This Logan probably altered to save the quantity. But the original expression is preferred by good judges, as more natural and poetical. "It marks the unusual resemblance of the note of the cuckoo to the humanvoicethe cause of thestartandimitationwhich follow."
[159]In his own copy Bruce had written, "Starts thy curious voice to hear;"curiousis a Scotticism, being equivalent tostrange. This Logan probably altered to save the quantity. But the original expression is preferred by good judges, as more natural and poetical. "It marks the unusual resemblance of the note of the cuckoo to the humanvoicethe cause of thestartandimitationwhich follow."
[160]The following is a different, and probably a more correct version of Binnoch's adventure, from Sir W. Scott's Tales of a Grandfather. "Binnoch had been ordered by the English governor to furnish some cart-loads of hay, of which they were in want. He promised to bring it accordingly; but the night before he drove the hay to the castle, he stationed a party of his friends, as well armed as possible, near the entrance, where they could not be seen by the garrison, and gave them directions that they should come to his assistance as soon as they should hear him cry a signal, which was to be, 'Call all, call all!' Then he loaded a great waggon with hay. But in the waggon he placed eight strong men, well armed, lying flat on their breasts, and covered over with hay, so that they could not be seen. He himself walked carelessly beside the waggon; and he chose the stoutest and bravest of his servants to be the driver, who carried at his belt a strong axe or hatchet. In this way Binnoch approached the castle, early in the morning; and the watchmen, who only saw two men, Binnoch being one of them, with a cart of hay, which they expected, opened the gates, and raised up the portcullis, to permit them to enter the castle. But as soon as the cart had gotten under the gateway, Binnoch made a sign to his servant, who, with his axe, suddenly cut asunder thesoam, that is, the yoke which fastens the horses to the cart, and the horses finding themselves free, naturally started forward, the cart remaining behind under the arch of the gate. At the same time Binnoch cried, as loud as he could, 'Call all, call all!' and drawing his sword, which he had under his country habit, he killed the porter. The armed men then jumped up from under the hay where they lay concealed, and rushed on the English guard. The Englishmen tried to shut the gates, but they could not, because the cart of hay remained in the gateway, and prevented the folding doors from being closed. The portcullis was also let fall, but the grating was caught in the cart, and so could not drop to the ground. The men who were in ambush near the gate hearing the cry, 'Call all, call all!' ran to assist those who had leaped out from among the hay; the castle was taken, and all the Englishmen killed or made prisoners. King Robert rewarded Binnoch by bestowing on him an estate, which his posterity long afterward enjoyed. The Binnings of Wallyford, descended from that person, still bear in their coat armorial a wain loaded with hay, with the motto, 'virtute doloque.'"
[160]The following is a different, and probably a more correct version of Binnoch's adventure, from Sir W. Scott's Tales of a Grandfather. "Binnoch had been ordered by the English governor to furnish some cart-loads of hay, of which they were in want. He promised to bring it accordingly; but the night before he drove the hay to the castle, he stationed a party of his friends, as well armed as possible, near the entrance, where they could not be seen by the garrison, and gave them directions that they should come to his assistance as soon as they should hear him cry a signal, which was to be, 'Call all, call all!' Then he loaded a great waggon with hay. But in the waggon he placed eight strong men, well armed, lying flat on their breasts, and covered over with hay, so that they could not be seen. He himself walked carelessly beside the waggon; and he chose the stoutest and bravest of his servants to be the driver, who carried at his belt a strong axe or hatchet. In this way Binnoch approached the castle, early in the morning; and the watchmen, who only saw two men, Binnoch being one of them, with a cart of hay, which they expected, opened the gates, and raised up the portcullis, to permit them to enter the castle. But as soon as the cart had gotten under the gateway, Binnoch made a sign to his servant, who, with his axe, suddenly cut asunder thesoam, that is, the yoke which fastens the horses to the cart, and the horses finding themselves free, naturally started forward, the cart remaining behind under the arch of the gate. At the same time Binnoch cried, as loud as he could, 'Call all, call all!' and drawing his sword, which he had under his country habit, he killed the porter. The armed men then jumped up from under the hay where they lay concealed, and rushed on the English guard. The Englishmen tried to shut the gates, but they could not, because the cart of hay remained in the gateway, and prevented the folding doors from being closed. The portcullis was also let fall, but the grating was caught in the cart, and so could not drop to the ground. The men who were in ambush near the gate hearing the cry, 'Call all, call all!' ran to assist those who had leaped out from among the hay; the castle was taken, and all the Englishmen killed or made prisoners. King Robert rewarded Binnoch by bestowing on him an estate, which his posterity long afterward enjoyed. The Binnings of Wallyford, descended from that person, still bear in their coat armorial a wain loaded with hay, with the motto, 'virtute doloque.'"
[161]Two apartments.
[161]Two apartments.
[162]Finely.
[162]Finely.
[163]The Scottish eagle.
[163]The Scottish eagle.
[164]Yesternight.
[164]Yesternight.
[165]Walked.
[165]Walked.
[166]We quote only a portion of Hamilton's ballad.
[166]We quote only a portion of Hamilton's ballad.
[167]Mother
[167]Mother
[168]Alone.
[168]Alone.
[169]Blazed.
[169]Blazed.
[170]Lonesome flame.
[170]Lonesome flame.
[171]Hollow and den.
[171]Hollow and den.
[172]Ornament.
[172]Ornament.
[173]Snood or headband.
[173]Snood or headband.
[174]Swelled or swept.
[174]Swelled or swept.
[175]Briefly the meaning is, that in the greenwood there is a sweet lonely place where a spiritual being wanders alone.
[175]Briefly the meaning is, that in the greenwood there is a sweet lonely place where a spiritual being wanders alone.
[176]Vanished.
[176]Vanished.
[177]Swept or spirited away, with a rapid motion.
[177]Swept or spirited away, with a rapid motion.
[178]Forsook.
[178]Forsook.
[179]Published by R. Carter, in four handsome octavos.
[179]Published by R. Carter, in four handsome octavos.
[180]"Dumfries Advertiser and Galloway Standard," from which we quoted a preceding extract.
[180]"Dumfries Advertiser and Galloway Standard," from which we quoted a preceding extract.
[181]"The Flowers of the Forest," by Miss Jane Elliot, one of the sweetest and most affecting ballads of Scotland. By the 'Flowers of the Forest' are meant the young men of Ettrick Forest, slain at Flodden Field.
[181]"The Flowers of the Forest," by Miss Jane Elliot, one of the sweetest and most affecting ballads of Scotland. By the 'Flowers of the Forest' are meant the young men of Ettrick Forest, slain at Flodden Field.