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Pot Pourri
of

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and Artistic

CONTRIBUTED AS A SOUVENIR OF THE GRAND MASONIC BAZAAR

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1890

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LODGE DRAMATIC AND ARTS,

No. 757

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Contents

.....

Pot Pourri

Age

The

(a

Prefatory Flourish)

Prince's Quest

....

Anni Fugaces
Glentirlie

A Ballade of Tobacco Smoke

A Sunny Morning in my Garden
"

La Tombe dit a la Rose "

The Truth about Lambs

The Beautiful

The Gypsy Wooer

An Old World Matter

Men and Books

The Prayer of the Pompeian Mother

An Easterly Harr
The Poppy Blows
"

The Castled Rhine"

....

In Ne\v College Chapel, Oxford

Bazaars

Madrigal

The End of

It

List of Illustrations
PAGE

BURN-MURDOCH

Pot Pourri

W.

St Giles'

GEORGE

Por Pourri

OTTO
Prince's Quest

R.S.A.

TOM M'EWAN

{Initial)

Age

The

REID,

Cover

{Initial)

Anni Fugaces

T.

LEYDE,

R.S.A.

DENHOLM ARMOUR

G.

H.

W.

KERR

Glentirlie

16

26

GEORGE AIKMAN,

Do.

15

A.R.S.A.

W. JOHNSTONE, A.R.S.A.

G.

NISBET

Do.

R. B.

Do.

WILLIAM SMALL

42

DUNCAN MACKELLAR

53

A Ballade

of Tobacco Smoke

A Sunny Morning

my

in

Garden
La To.mbe bit

la

J.

The Truth About Lambs

The Beautiful

Do.
(/w7/^?/)

HAY

Rose

(Initial)

Do.

M.

T.

35

MICHAEL BROWN

W.

GRANT STEVENSON,
Do.

Do.

A.R.S.A.
.

58
61

63

64

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Pot Pourri.

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A

PREFATORY FLOURISH

MEG

lifting the lid of the

odour was diffused

Pot, an

through the place, which,

if

the vapours of a witch's

cauldron could in aught be

trusted,

promised something

better

than the hell-broth

which

such

usually

supposed
was,

It

tain.

vessels

in

to
fact,

are

conthe

of a goodly stew,

savour

and moor game, boiled

in a large mess with vegetables and sweet herbs, and from
the look of the cauldron, appeared to be prepared for a

composed of

fowls, hares, partridges

multitude of people.

Hae, then," said she, heaving a portion of the mess

"

a cream-coloured dish and strewing

pepper, " there's what will

"I

Mrs

it

warm your

savourily with salt and

heart."

do not \\MXig^r\conjuro ^elthai

Merrilees,"

into

is, I

stammered the Dominie

thank you

heartily,

for he said to him-

Pot Pourri.

12

The savour is sweet but it hath been cooked in the

Who knoweth what mystic
feob^e ramattC ant (^xU.
passes have been made over the pot or with what forbidden
"

self,

rites the ingredients thereof have been gathered together

what
"

or

purposes they are to serve."

evil

Awa'

ye worricow

wi' ye,

"

notino- his hesitation.

a reek

ye dinna

If

by the bread and the

said the sibyl, impatiently

"

Kent ye ever

eat instantly,

put

salt, I'll

ill

ware

it

halesome

wi' sae

and put some

down your

saul in ye,

throat wi' the

Gape, sinner, and swallow."

cutty spoon.

Sampson,

afraid of eye of newt,

drons, and so forth,

smell of the stew

and toe of frog,

had determined not

was

tigers' chaul-

to venture

but the

Hunger and

fast melting his obstinacy.

Curiosity are excellent casuists.

"Saul," said Hunger, "feasted with the Witch of Endor."

"

And," quoth Curiosity,

shewed

the food

"

plainly

the salt which she sprinkled

it

not a necromantic banquet, in

is

"

which that savouring never occurs."

Hunger,

upon

after the first spoonful, "

it is

And

besides," said

savoury and refreshing-

viands."
"

how

Eat your

fill,"

said the hostess

the meat was gotten, ye ma)'be

Sampson's spoon
mouth.

"

and

for

rin

fell,

shovelling

a'

Now

its

it

sae

week"

load to his

and read and ride

" There's

been

mony

thought Sampson, resuming his spoon, and

away manfully.
ye

like

kenned

that trade together."

"

that argument."
"

wadna

will baith write

me," continued Meg.

" Is that all,"

but an ye

the act of conveying

in

hae them that

midnight watch to bring

"
;

maun

tak' a

dram."

will

not lack

my

food upon

Pot Pourri.

13

And when he had put this

upon Meg's good cheer, he felt, as he said,
mightily elevated and afraid of no evil that could befall him."
"

quoth Sampson.

will,"

copestone
"

The
desire

thing that took captive and subdued Sancho's

was a

which was never made of the mould of

and around which were men and women cooks,
Pot,

pots,

cunning,

all

zealous,

able to suffer longer,

came

and

all

and having no power

arguments, entreated that he would

in

To

for

aught

else,

he

him dip a

let

crust of

it.

which the Cook

over which hunger

alight,

So without being

content.

one of the busy cooks, and with courteous and hungry

to

bread

Mannering',' adapted.

first

common
all

Guy

"

replied, " Brother, this

rules,

"

"

Hold

not a day

thanks to the givers of the feast

and look about thee

or two, and

is

for a ladle,

much good may they do

and skim out a

pullet

thee."

cannot see one," said Sancho.

a dainty

on," cried the

"

Cook.

do-nothing art thou

Sancho,

"

plunging

it

But what
he took a

this,

and two wild

fat pullets

me

o'

Saying

"

kettle, and, after a prefatory flourish,

he drew out three

Body

into the pot,

fowl,

and said

to

Eat, friend, and break thy fast with these skimmings

while dinner time

"

"

Well take

is

have nothing
it

coming."
to put

all,"

it

in,"

said Sancho.

said the Cook, " spoon

and everything

for liberal hearts supply all."

" Brother," said the squire, " to this

And

methinks there can be no better

than this feasting, where what

is

House I hold me.

Symbol of Brotherhood

given

is

given with good

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14
will,

and accepted with thankful

lusty appetite.

Aught

else

is

heart,

and consumed with

idle words, for

which they

will

demand an account from us in the next world." Saying this

he began anew to assault the contents of the Pot with such
sturdy stomach that it awaked that of Don Quixote.

''Don Quixote"

sligJitly altered.

Age

PAINT me no
And

if

full

surely

draw breath

years beyond the proper time to die

you

hail

Autumn

And

Ten
Your words
But

lies

me

still

are traitor to the truth

unknown

hath fruits

May

not far from death,

to

you

lie.

merry May,

hath bloom, and pledge of fruitage too,

by day
substance and more bright

the delight of growing day

More strong in
Age may not grow

if

in

my

in

hue.

span of time

God gave me grace with stretch of pious pains,

From pleasant thoughts to weave a tuneful rhyme.
Or preach a needful truth from well-schooled brains.
Enough I stirred the soil and plucked the weed,
Where happier hands may cast the fruitful seed.
:

^(fiul Ju^ii.U^Jji

The

Prince's

NCE

Quest

upon

time,

in

far-off

country, there lived a Prince

ought

to

He

wasn't.
palace,

and

reissued in a

and was

great,

wanted

who

have been very happy but

rich,

eoreeous

and powerful,

and had everything he

that

is,

at

he had

least,

everything he wanted, except the

one thing that he wanted more than

anything else on earth, and to obtain

which he would have given half

kingdom.

He

the whole

for

his

would have given

the matter of that,

only he had already promised the

other half to any one
tell

him what

it

who would

was he wanted.

Everybody had a guess at it, but nobody seemed able to

hit upon it.
Everything that was suggested he had everything that wealth could buy, or skill procure, was his already,
So at last he appealed to the wise men of the city, and they
;

put their heads together, and found out the

wrong

thing,

became more despondent than ever.

In the palace his jovial companions made laugh and

and

the Prince

and kept the walls

for ever

jest,

echoing to the tune of their noi y

The

Prince's Quest.

All day long they hunted the deer through the

merriment.

or rode a-hawking in gay cavalcade

forest glades,

and at

and song, and the

night there were feasting, and dancing,

wine ran

17

and the mirth ran high, and happiness beamed

free,

on every face except the

Prince's.

In the midst of

all

revelry he sat silent and apart, or shunned the chase to

the

muse

alone on what this thing could be, the want of which, with

made

his wealth,
"

Oh,

seem so

life

imflnished.

one who can

there no

is

tell

me what

want

sighed the Prince aloud, one day, as he threw himself

on the ground beside a

"

down

fallen tree.

can."

was a

It

all

little

old

man

that spoke

bent, withered

little

old man, with wrinkled face and snow-white hair

but his

eyes were brighter than a boy's, and his voice was as clear as
a sweet-toned

from

his seat

down

and, as he looked
tree,

at the

Prince

he laughed a merry, childish laugh.

Prince looked up at him, and wondered

The
there,

bell,

on the

how he got

but was too surprised to speak, and only stared in

silence at the merry, twinkling eyes.

"
tell

Well," said the

you

Would you

have you come

like to

know what

to the sensible conclusion

not worth the knowing

it

You

are

young and weak

you want, or

is

that after

all it

is

think you had better not know,"

he went on, changing from gay to grave.

you only more unhappy.

" shall

old fellow after a while,

little

It will

why

the happiness you have, child.

"It

may make

bring you pain and

seek to

Joy

is

know

trouble.

Rest with

only reached through

sorrow."

But the Prince heeded not the warning.

All eagerness

Pot Pourri.

i8
and hope, he

hand, and would not

" Tell me, you
^'tell

me and

him

let

who

will

seek for

weak

strong

iind

take

me

if it

The

man

old

and a look of
"

all

it

You

pant.
on

was

my

he,

and

You

thought of

it

the hope of

cried he

and water.
and

to win.

all

my

am
will

treasure."

but

quick eyes.

his voice

You

was grave and tender,

toil for it, and your

shall

shall wait for

it,

and your heart

shall

through sorrow and through suffering

when you

are weary and footsore the

shall strengthen you,

shall raise

it

fire

and cost me

life,

in the bright,

shall pass

your search

through

to dare, to suffer,

" you shall seek your wish.

brain shall ache.

who know,"

gently laid his hand upon the Prince's head,

pity

Lad," said

go.

are wise, and

strong, not
it,

and caught the old man by the

started up,

when your

you up, and

in

heart

is

heaviest

your darkest hour

it

Prince, it
come to you as the touch of a mighty hand.
Go seek it."
is Love you lack.
So the scales fell from the Prince's eyes, and he stood as
one that has suddenly emerged from darkness into light, halfshall

bewildered before he understood.

Then

stretching out his

arms, he called to Love, as though he would draw her

from heaven, and clasp her

to his heart.

Love," he cried, "

why have I been so blind as not

know your messenger, who spoke within me ? I might
"

to

down

Oh,

have wandered lonely

all

my

life,

uncaring and uncared

for,

and never dreamed of your dear presence, nor ever have

known that it was for need of your sweet voice that all the
world seemed drear."
Full of gratitude, he turned to thank his mysterious guide,

but the

little

old

man was

gone.

The
The

Prince's

own

Prince's Quest.
sentinels scarcely

19

knew

their lord

when

he returned to the palace, and even the old hall-porter who,

twenty years ago, had rocked him on his knee, looked hard at
him, and seemed inclined to challenge his breathless entrance.

Never was a man so changed in half-an-hour before. Out

into the woods had gone a moody, sorrowful youth, with
wavering steps and dreamy, downcast eyes, while back had

come a

gallant Prince, with quick, firm tread,

and head thrown

back, and eyes that flashed with high resolve.

if

the porter was

Small wonder

doubt.

in

In the banquet-hall his guests already waited his arrival,

and hurrying

thither straight, without a

crowded room

until

he reached the dais

he turned and spoke

word he passed up the

at the end, and there

" Friends," said the Prince, "rejoice with me, for to-day
I

have learnt the thing that

out what

is

the only thing

Let

To-day

want.

have found

make me happy
got the only thing I

the only thing on earth that can

on earth

cannot do without, and that

found.

all

my

dawn we will start

Then one and

have not
I

mean

to seek for

true friends join me,

to search the
all

and

till

have

at to-morrow's

world for Love."

cheered loud and long, and swore that

each was his loyal friend, and swore that they would follow

him throughout the whole wide world, and they drank a

bumper to success, and another one to Love, and never in
that palace had a banquet been so gay, and never before had
Long into the night
such merry guests feasted in that hall.
they drank and sang, and their loud laughter

filled

the palace

and overflowed through open door and window out into

the stillness, and the red deer browsing heard it, and scudded
full,

Pot Pourri.

20

away down the moonlit glens, nor dreamt then of the time
when they would fearlessly crop the grass round the very walls
of the palace, and rest secure and undisturbed upon its weedgrown

terraces.

But no shadow of the coming gloom marred the

ing pageantry on which the morning sun threw
as gay with

silk,

and flashing

steel,

down

glitter-

his glory,

and fluttering plumes, and

prancing steeds the gallant train of knights and squires rode

slowly

down

high, but

the

And

hill.

no heart so

hearts were light

light as the Prince's,

as his, as he rode at the head of that

of

them

gay throng, the gayest

came

place that they

to the Prince enquired

Love, but found, to his astonishment,

that,

talked about her a good deal, hardly anyone

spoke of her as a

reality.

Most

who owned

to having

the acquaintanceship.

for

though people

knew

folks looked

others, as a popular delusion

no hopes so high

all.

At each

joke

and hopes were

her.

Few

upon her as a

while the one or two

known her seemed

half

ashamed of

There were shams and imitations

in

abundance, but the real thing, when acknowledged, was considered vulgar, and no one

knew

or cared

what had become

of her.

The

first

place at which they halted was the town of

Common-Sense
and narrow
race

most uncomfortable

place, all full of close

streets that led to nowhere,

celebrated

for

the

man

strength

and inhabited by a

of their

lungs,

it

being

Common-Sense was equal to a

dozen poll-parrots, and could talk down fifty men of Intelligence (their natural enemies) in less than half an hour.
The

reckoned that one

religion of this

of

charming people was touching

in its simplicity.

The
It

Prince's Quest.

21

consisted of a firm and earnest belief that they were infal-

and that everybody

lible,

was a

else

fool

and each man

worshipped himself.

They were

quite indignant

when

the Prince asked

them

where Love was.

We

know nothing at all about her," said the men of

Common-Sense. " What have we to do with Love ? What
"

do you take us

The
for,

for

"
?

Prince was too polite to

tell

them what he took them

them adieu with a pitying

so merely bidding

smile, rode

off to seek elsewhere for Love.

But he had no better luck

This was

Tom

came

at the next place they

to.

Tiddler's Land, and the people there were

So busy were

very busy indeed.

they, picking

up the gold

they had not time even to make thembut

selves respectable, and their hands were especially dirty

and the
then
"

it

silver, that

was rather

Love

don't keep

dirty work.

" said the

people of

Never heard of

it.

But dare say we could get

to

go
"
"

to for

it

Tom

"

Tiddler's Land.

Don't know what

it.

for you.

What

We

it

is.

are you willing

"
it ?

You can't buy it," explained the Prince. " It is

Then you won't get it here, young man," was

given."

the curt

and they went on with their grovelling.

At last the Prince came to the City of Science, where he
was most hospitably received, and where for the first time he
what
learnt the great truth that everything is just precisely

reply

one always thought

thinks

it is.

The

it

wasn't,

and that nothing

inhabitants w^ere

all

is

what one

philosophers, and their

wanted
occupation consisted of finding out things that nobody

Pot Pourri.

22
to

know, and

in

each day proving that what they themselves

had stated the day before was all wrong. They were very
She
clever people, and knew everything Love included.
was there, in the city, they told the delighted Prince, and
they would take him to her.

him over the town and explaining to

him what everything wasn't, they took him into their museum,
which was full of the most wonderful things, and in the centre
So, after showing

was Love

the

most wonderful of them

couldn't help laughing

were very proud of

backed

beautiful

upright and

ourselves," said

it

ranted perfect

Prince

stiff

on a straight-

ice.

" Isn't

the philosophers.

in

sort of thing

Why,

it

War-

every respect."

very charming," answered the

swallow down his disappointment

"

it,

The

but the philosophers

Acts by clockwork, and never goes wrong.

" It's

It sat

and was as cold as

chair,

Made

"

when he saw

it.

all.

"

trying to

Prince,

but I'm afraid

it's

not the

wanted."

what's

amiss with

it ?

It's

got

all

the

latest

improvements."

"Yes," replied the Prince with a sigh, "that's just

wanted

it

with

all

it;

the old faults."

Again the Prince journeyed on, and came to a town where

lived a very knowing people called " Men of the World,"
who had the reputation of " knowing their way about "

reputation, the acquirement of

stand, seeing they never,

town

which

it

was

difficult to

by any chance, went outside

under-

their

own

a remarkably small one, although the inhabitants firmly

believed that
earth,

was the biggest and most important place on

no other city was worth living in for a day.

it

and that

The

Prince's Quest.

23

dim oil-lamp burnt night and day in the centre of the

town, and the inhabitants were under the impression that all
light came from that, for as they crawled about on their hands
and knees, and never raised their eyes from the ground, they

knew nothing about

When

the sun.

forwards and backwards across their

they had seen

till

" life,"

they had crawled once

town, they thought

little

and would squat

in

a corner, and yawn,

they died.

When
creatures,

what you

the Prince mentioned the

name

Love

of

" Is

they burst into a coarse, loud laugh.

call

We

to these

that

Why, wherever do you come

know what you mean, though. Come along."
it ?

said they.

"

**

from

And

they took him into a dingy room, and showed him a

hideous, painted thing that

"

Let us leave

to his followers.

made him

sick to look upon.

this place quickly," said the Prince, turning

"

cannot breathe

Let us

in this foul air.

So they mounted in haste

and rode away, leaving the men who " knew their way about
crawling about the ways they knew so well.

get out into God's light again."

Farther and farther into the weary world wandered the

Prince on his search

though
day.

his heart

Time

was ever brave,

after time

lifeless statue

went, and

it

still

no nearer, and

beat less hopefully every

he heard of her, and started

golden image

giggling

men and women

close to their breasts,

shams

but Love was

some worthless sham

to find
doll

fool.

off,

only

dressed-up

Shams wherever he

worshipping, and hugging them

knowing

all

the while that they were

and each time the Prince turned away, more

sick at

heart than ever.

And

now, not a single one of

all

who had shouted

their

Pot Pourri.

24

was

loudly

loyalty so

when weary,

left,

heartened, the Prince at last turned back.

dis-

longing

,^reat

be once more among his own people, and

own land again and so, with this last hope, he
on, and each day pressed on quicker, fearing lest

was upon him

to see his

to

toiled

still

and

baffled,

death might overtake him by the way, and that his tired eyes
never more would rest upon the old grey towers and sweet

green woods of home.

But the dreary road came to an end

evening he looked down upon his palace, as

bathed

in

ing,

and then

his

him

he stood

his

long ago, when he had bidden

forth into the world

How

lay before

hungry eyes upon the longed-for

thoughts ebbed slowly back to that morn-

for a while, feasting

sight,

it

Restful, now,

the red of the sinking sun.

and one

at length,

upon

it

his quest for

changed the place

How

adieu,

and had ridden

Love.

changed himself since

then!

He

had

left

pomp around
had

left

it

silent

all

the pride of

life

He

crept back, broken-hearted and alone.

standing

bright with

as a gallant Prince with

him, and a gaudy throng of flattering courtiers

He

at his side.

it

fair

and

and sound

light,

and

ruined, desolate,

and

stately in the

now

it

was

morning

the bats flew out of the banquet-hall, and the grass

grew on the

hearths.

Another had usurped

his throne

his

people had forgotten him, and not even a dog was there
give him a welcome home.

As he

passed through the damp,

chill

echoing footsteps started up on every

to

rooms a thousand

side, as

though his

entrance had disturbed some ghostly revel, and when, having

reached a

little

room

that in old times he

had been wont

to

The
go

to for solitude,

Prince's Quest.

25

he entered, and shut himself

in, it

seemed

as though the frightened spirits had hurried away, slamming

a thousand doors behind them.

There,

in

the darkness, he sat himself down, and buried

his face in his hands,

and wept

own

the silent hours, lost in his

and

sat there long

So

bitter thoughts.

through
lost,

that

did not hear

asking to come
did not

he did not hear a gentle tapping at the door

the door open, and a timid voice

in

hear a light step close beside him, nor see a

herself

down

at his feet

did

not

Then

gloom.

down
"

his eyes

shy

at the sweet,

Why, you

hands

in his.

are

know she was

met

hers,

face,

amazed, and half

Love

"
!

maiden

there

till,

sit

at

his head and looked into the

with a sigh, he raised

last,

little

and he

started,

and looked

in doubt.

said the Prince, taking her

"Where have you

been, sweet

little

I've sought

you everywhere,"
"

Not everywhere,"

little

half-sad laugh

the time.

Love, nestling against him with

" not everywhere.

I've

been here

was here when you went away, and

waiting for you to

And

said

come back

I've

been

so long."

so the Prince's quest

was ended.

JEROME

K.

all

JEROME.

Anni Fugaces

ALAS

We

The

alas

my

fellow feres,

may no more deny

pressure of the speeding years

Oor days

are driving by.

Already on the downward track

The

posting furies fare

For virtuous life they

For purpose will not

will

This

is

the

ill

beneath the sun

That vexes aging men

Our

lease of

life is

Before of lease

We

half-gate run

we

ken.

waste, or wair oor strength of youth

On

idols of the ee,

Infidel of the

Of

Ye

not slack,

spare.

wholesome

truth

our mortality.

callants,

what

That twyns ye

avails the strife

o'

your prime

The dearest gift of life is life,

The dearest enemy time.

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28

ne'er can rank or wealth

The gift that

The lovely gift,
Ance

offer'd,

To them wha

ne'er

enhance

was awn,

the glorious chance,

sune withdrawn

on the shaded slope

Are faring doun, like me,

With ever daily dwining hope,

How

fair

it

taks the ee

What had been

We

oors from hour of birth

learn to value then

Sweet grow the common joys of

And dear the face of men.
H-'iA^C/^

earth,

n"g^.''-^^^'Uyi/C:n^

nt

Chapter

HAVE

we

want.

climb, braes, glens,

to

I.

secured quarters at Glentirlie, Charlie;

the very place

of hills

1 i

looks

it

Any number

of burns to

and nooks

for

geologist like you to explore or plunder

five miles

fish,

a botanico-

from a

railway station, quite out of the world, and altogether the

place

us

for

get your knapsack and tackle ready for

so

Saturday."
"

Frank,

will,

back have been

we

Our

could wish

grandeur,

of beauty,

charming

all

will.

or

fellow-travellers.

vacations

But

browsing

in

scenes

brightened by

interest,

have missed the

heather, the banks and braes of our native land.

fortnight's

some years

Continent

for the

historical

for

hills

Oh

and

for

a quiet Scottish valley, to blow away

the cobwebs of this year's spinning, and brace us for the next
stage."
" Ditto,

ditto,

of us can say, in
'

not badly.'

Charlie.

We

have earned a holiday

calls

on time and

brain, but

something out of these, and need a

have a thorough one

Spoken

both

True, there have been hard nuts to crack, and

middling heavy

"

cannie mother-country phrase, we have done

like

an

rest

we have made

let

us resolve to

in Glentirlie."

oracle,

Frank.

No man

will

ever appre-

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date or enjoy a holiday who has not done his level best to
A fellow that shirks his duty, or does it in a
deserve it.

way has no "spring"

dilly-dallying

He
'

always yawning or lounging

is

dead and alive

finds this place slow, that

down what he cannot

runs

;
'

him when on furlough.

in

appreciate,

growls at everything and nothing, cannot see what any fellow

finds in fishing or climbing,

a bore to others because he

is

makes up

of scene and association

for the

waste of the past,

Let us rough

lays in useful store for the future.

and

Change

Give such fellows a wide berth.

bored by himself.

is

it

in

coming as near the Aborigines

Glentirlie like ancient Britons,

as possible."
"
for

So

shall, Charlie.

do

like a

other days

rig

in

'

will

ignore

shall

'

" I

all

'

betrays

its

would
will

It

soil his

follow

bag with

suit,

ments have seen many

roomy and grey, but are

a museum.

Great

in

but on

My

civilisation.

my home-dabbling
occupation.
No Jewish Old
I

do

'

it."

Frank.

My

botanico-geological gar-

years' service.

now

Sundays,

meritricious graces,' collars,

which

in

suit for

simple service

its

and other products of

be the motley one

photography.

Clo'

have a tweed

shall

country kirk with

cuffs, gloves, razors,

'

They were

originally

weather-stained enough to grace

pockets,

begrimmed outside and

in,

and

shapeless through long service in carrying specimens of

kinds, but of marvellously elastic capacity.

Small

in

all

buttons

as far as numbers go, but rich in variety of shape and metal,

and with

at least half of the holes (holes

marrowless.

The

been made useful

hat never was

in

artistic,

a variety of ways,

prize in an exhibition of gipsy head-gear.

it

most emphatically)
but,

from having

would take a first

All need the fresh

Glentirlie.
air as

much

as

do,

and

will

be a

"

31
" for six

bogle

days out

of the seven."

Frank Raeburn and Charles

recorded, were as fine young

They

meet.

rattle,

differed in

They had been

shrewd,

for

crack"

we have

could wish to

Frank was a

bit of

had the genuine ring

fast friends

during and since

almost risen young men,

rising,

and self-respecting

honourable,

painstaking,

"

man

fellows as

temperament,

days, were

college

whose

quieter, but both

and Charlie

of noble metal.
their

Baillie,

and

although somewhat under thirty years of age, they were

There was

sought after professionally, and trusted.

a fine balance of heart, head, and conscience

them

in

alike

active,

honest, and sterling.

Saturday found the two at the railway

sacks

filled

station, their

with a quaint assortment of old

attire,

knap-

much

of

which had been long neglected in odd corners. Their spirits

rose as they left Edinburgh behind them, and were high as
they alighted at the

little

host of Glentirlie awaited them

clumsy

"

Dawtie,"

in

There, mine

station of Clearburn.
;

and

his

trusty,

if

rather

a waur-o'-the-wear wagonette stood,

ready to convey them to Glentirlie.

The

road, on the right, skirted the base of well-rounded,

green, pastoral

hills,

not high, but sonsie, and sheep-dotted,

a gude place
themsels top lambs

which the driver described as "a grand

fine

feedin'

prime wcel

at

On

the

by-ordnar gude
laughing in

hirsel."

autumn gladness.

whole inmates of

meadow hay

small

left

bite

stretched

meadow

Here, was a busy group

holding,

stacking

the

the

fragrant

there the rasp of a cottar's scythe was heard,

followed by the whish of the prostrating " victual."

Beyond,

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On

the Tirlie glinted in the sunHght, and brattled along.

sometimes a

road,

scurried and wheeled dementedly, while

watched and bleated

rabbits
furze

at the

lamb

miserable, stray

startled, perplexed,

its

the

anxious mother

fence she could not clear

or

hopped across and buried themselves among the

and, at one corner, a brace of moorfowl raised their

bonnie bodies and plumage from the footpath, stared excitedly,

pattered along the road for a short distance in bewilderment,

then whirred away, chuckling, into the heather.

The

sights

and sounds of the country delighted the visitors

them the ancient and modern history of the

Raeburn was loud in his expressions of pleasure.
He was taking
rather looked than spoke his feelings.

the landlord told

valley.
Baillie
all

it

and could only spare

in,

" beautiful,

as a chorus to his friend's ecstasy, but

Glentirlie he

summed up

his

abundant

grand,"

lovely,

when they

arrived at

satisfaction in

"

This

will do."

Glentirlie

was one of those delightful old roadside

inns,

which, in the times of mail coaches, post-chaises, and carriers'

carts

was a busy

scene.

the days of railways, but

Its
it

occupation had largely gone since

had become a resort of

well-to-

There was a fairly-sized farm

attached, but nothing of the modern public house or "bar"
about the place. When the travellers were shown to their
neat bedrooms, where the napery was good old " burnbleached," home-spun, snow-white linen, and all was fresh and
do

fishers

and sportsmen.

homely, redolent of honeysuckle and wild thyme, they were

highly
"

towzie

pleased.
"

When

they

sat

down

tea in the big room, the fare

dant, suljstantial,

to

was so

the substantial
plain, yet

abun-

and tempting, and Mattie, the servant, so

Glentirlie.

33

couthie and pleasant, that they

felt happy, and Frank could not

suppress " three cheers for Glentirlie."

They
where
well,"

sauntered

the
said

trouts

Charlie,

out

in

were

the

leaping

while

first

freely.

"

Frank proposed

"Let

rods and try a "cast."

evening,

"steading"

"

to

They

'twixt the gloamin'

burn

the

get out

us take in the place

said Baillie, which they did leisurely.

visited the

to

That promises
the

first,"

returned and

and the mirk."

While there, " the kye cam' hame," and they enjoyed the
embodiment of James Hogg's famous song.
When the
mirk had settled down, the heavens seemed so much more
star-bespangled than they had ever done before, that they
gazed upwards and around, entranced by the sparkle, amplitude and glory of the firmament, and were awe-struck and
solemn, feeling, as an old writer has expressed, the sense of
c

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produce on the

littleness

which

hills

Charles

Baillie

quoted

in

spirits

the evening.

passages appropriate to the

many

scene, and, just before going in for the night, he repeated with

great feeling
*

The

stars repeat

it

down

the dark

In mystic jewelled light

The Urim and

the

Thummim

In the watches of the night

strong Orion shouts to me

And

What slumbered

And

in

old fable

echoes from eternal night's vaults

Answer

Able Able.

And comet

cresting bending heavens

Waves echo

to the word,
Like waving white plume in the crested

Helmet of the Lord."

walk of about two miles

proved a delight.

The

waved about

a banner

like

to

church on Sabbath morning

rowans, glancing
;

in scarlet

and

gold,

the birds repeated the sweet,

anthem which has delighted all generations of mankind the sun gave light or shade to glen and
the world was at rest.
When they
corrie, hill and streamlet

ever-fresh, primitive
;

reached the church, there was the usual

near the gate
loved ones

some shedding flowers

all

Sabbath

"

weekly market

over the grave of their

like.

The opening psalm

"

had

to

whole

to the hills will

them an anthem's

mine eyes,"

force, and,

while they enjoyed the

service, they felt a special appropriateness to the season

and autumn surroundings

TOLD.

lift

in the closing

psalm

every line

"A WALK

OF ABOUT

TWO

MILES TO CHURCH.

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"

So Thou the year most lib' rally

Dost with Thy goodness crown

And all Thy paths abundantly

On us drop fatness down.
They drop upon the pastures wide
That do in deserts lie
The little hills on every side
;

Rejoice right pleasantly.

With

flocks the pastures clothed be,

The vales with corn are clad

And now they shout and sing to Thee,
For Thou hast made them glad."
;

We

will

not intrude upon their Sabbath privacy.

were wafted backwards

conducted homes of early days

and impressions became

" Lonely

They

hallowed associations of well-

to the

nearly forgotten faces, scenes

and each

vivid,

man went musing

in the fields at

even

tide,"

but encircled by unseen visitants from the realms of memory,

awakening varied thoughts, as

the real visionary.
felt

that they

if

the unseen were real, and

\\^hen they parted for the evening, they

had spent a day

to

be remembered.

Chapter

II.

This "Sabbath well spent" had the effect of which Sir Matthew
Hale writes as giving " help for the work of the morrow."
Merry sounds were heard coming from each room as the old
garments were being put on, and these got louder when the

The

first

sight of each other set both off into c^uizzical laughter,

and

young men looked

at themselves in the mirrors.

Glentirlie.
the merriment

grew

37

noisier as each surveyed himself or his

neighbour.
"

Well," said

'guys,'

Charlie,

and might pass

when he could

for 'bogles.'

"

speak,

If fishing fails,

we are
we shall

start as beggars."

When

Mattie saw them she laughed heartily and,

blunt honesty said,

frichts
" that

o'

yersels,"

My

"

certie,

in

her

ye have made

gentlemen,

and reported, on returning

to the kitchen,

the gentlemen had on as ill-faured claes as ever she

saw

on ony tramp but, for a' that, their bonnie, blythe faces an'
gude manners made them, some way, like real gentlemen too.""
The inn and outhouses enclosed a wide courtyard on
;

three

sides,

front being

the

open

Near the

the road.

to

wooden pump,
and, when in action,

centre stood a primitive

the handle of which

was seldom

it

much

still,

produced quite as

noise as water.

That sound awoke me early this morning," said Raeburn.

could not make out what the grunting, and squeeling, and
"

"

splashing meant."

"Aye,"

said Mattie;
It

o' Lil's'lie."
it

work

has a

pitifu'

wi' less noise, but

grand water, an' never

you.
"
"

"our pump

I'll

Not

try

and get

it

it

time

o't.

"We've

soon tak's to

rins dry.

Nannie Henry's

like

is

its

tried to

mak'

auld tune.

It's

But I'm sorry

it

disturbit

sorted."

at all," said Baillie.

There's waur lessons,"

" It will teach us early hours."

added Mattie.

"

An' they say

the trouts tak' best in the mornings."

For the

first

three days the fishers had

fair

sport in

the

On Thursday
near burns, and enjoyed themselves greatly.
"
Limpie," a larger stream, about five miles
they tried the

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distant,

and were overtaken by a

terrific

The

thunderstorm.

sheher of some trees proving useless, they made for an open

door

in

Once

a garden wall, not far from the river.

inside

they darted to a summer-house, but found, to their confusion,

quivering with terror.

they would retreat

The

at the

intruders started and

same moment an

made

as

if

intensely vivid

followed by a near, crashing peal, drew from one of the

tlash,

Take what
adding,

them

shelter the place gives

Oh

"

do stay

till

left

and docs

no

fearful

more timid lady

the

storm

an upland valley

in

the pelting torrent

he

"

The

alternative.

peal answered to peal.

felt,

this

;"

Ask

past.

is

Fanny, not to leave us here alone."

please,

The storm

keenly

other said, " Don't go.

The

a suppressed scream.

ladies

ca7i

and

there, clinging to each other

two young ladies already

succeeded

flash

go

flash,

but

that unwise, although he said,

and

had nothing on that would

may

it

for wraps,

Baillie offered to

made

poured as

rain

Indeed,

spoil."

storm seemed to

affect

awe naturally produced by such a

the young men less than would have

been expected.

When

Charlie spoke about " nothing on that

strange as

it

would

spoil,"

had."

They

Raeburn, sighing, said to himself,

it

to get

stroked

roughness

" I

wish

we

sought the darkest corner of the summer-house,

seemed anxious
not hit

seem, the

behind each other, but somehow could

their chins,

and winced

at their

unshaven

felt " asses " in not bringing their "

tweeds " when

looked

the garb they

coming such

a distance

had

lately laughed heartily

of a

week

at.

ruefully on

The

missing buttons, boasted

ago, were sadly missed now.

Both

felt

ill

at ease,

but needlessly, for the ladies, huddled closely together, buried

their faces

on each other's shoulders, overawed by the

ele-

Glentirlic.

39

mental war, and only half conscious that others shared their
shelter

A
He

and danger.

lull

enabled Charles Baillie to see the mansion-house.

darted

saying, "Stay, Frank,

off,

would have been off

do stay one of you "
!

too,

I'll

fetch wraps."

had not a timid voice

Frank

said, "

Oh

Before Charlie reached the house the

storm broke out afresh^ but at the door he found an elderly

gentleman
"

in

a state of great excitement,

Have you seen two young ladies

They are in the summer-house, and
**

is

who

anxiously asked,

'*"

safe

my companion

with them."
" Thank God," was the fervent reply.
" I will

"

Not

"Come

in

"

am

gladly take haps and umbrellas."

now," said a lady from the front room,

not

yet,

and

tell

us exactly

dripping

all

quite sheltered from the

pected.

It

how

they are."

over," replied
rain,

Baillie.

"

They

are

and as composed as could be ex-

seems abating;" and, as the servants appeared with

cloaks and umbrellas, he started with a huge armful, saying,

them whenever they dare venture." The lull

continuing, the ladies were hurriedly, and, dare we say,
They were new to
clumsily muffled up by the young men.
the business and a little nervous, while the ladies were
Baillie started for the house with one
excited and flurried.
under his care before they had gone half-way the storm
raged afresh, Fanny clutched him in terror, but walked firmly.
Raeburn followed instantly with the more timid of the two,
who grasped him convulsively indeed, he had almost to carry
And oft-times, in after years, the two spoke of the courher.
"

will

fetch

age and

thrill

with which these terrified grasps inspired them.

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Hearty

were rained upon the two heroes, which,

tlianks

they said, were quite uncalled

for.

pressed upon them, but they

Hospitality was urgently

could not be persuaded to leave the lobby, giving as a reason

their dripping garments.

himself,

when saying

dripping.

Frank's fancy pictured

stranger's kitchen

They

Baillie

fire,

how

was honest enough

Dry

clothing
" rig "

his old

in

locality,

afresh,

swollen

offered, but

it

at a

might suggest.

which the lady of the

house feelingly but reluctantly acquiesced

might break out

check

would look

and what conclusions

pled the danger of wet clothes,

was

to

rivers,

storm

that the

ignorant

of

the

anxiety about their absence, &c.

They were allowed

not before they had dis-

to depart,

covered that there was a committee-and-club acquaintanceship

between
they

Mr

Melville and themselves

knew about,

if

they did not

that, in society phrase,

know each

The

other.

promised to lunch at Dunlimpie on Saturday,

placing at their disposal his preserved water.

fishers

Mr

Melville

Mrs

Melville

impressed upon them the necessity of going straight home,

"

and getting a

dry change

" and, just as

Miss Melville came tripping down

heartily in her

own name, and

stairs,

they were leaving,

and thanked them

that of her cousin

Lucy (who

desired to be excused owing to a headache), for their presence

and

help.

The two

started

homewards, tramped over

soft roads,

staggered through][swollen burns, but the storm had passed

and the sun shone

artist

clearly.

In the course of their walk, an

looked up from his easel as they passed, and hailing

them, offered to give them what would pay their

lodgings,

if

they would stand

till

he sketched them.

night's

They

Glentirlie.
winced, thanked

him, and

moved

41
thinking much, but

on,

saying- httle.

When

Mrs

they reached Gentirhe, they quickly carried out

and each looked

Melville's motherly suggestions,

ruefully at

now

the moist heap of old body companions, to which they

bade

week

possible
" childish

ago.

Baillie

mistake -a

fiasco."

"

on the heap, and said

'

pay

" If

very weel to

all

his foot firmly

very well, but

in earnest."

Her

a'

and

reply was blunt but telling.

claiths.

gang

if

no, they'll

didna like ye wi' them.

gizzartin' at

made ye

think black burnin'

There's a gude

midst

make
It's

a*

an odd time, but ye werena

and ye may be glad that ye didna get

wise-like,

fancy.

tomfoolery

like

told Mattie to clear out the old clothes

grand scrubbing

wad

Frank put

can get ony body to tak them;

something

muttered

Mountebanks

night's lodgings.'

Each quietly
give them away.

that

would have thought

farewell, with less regret than they

in

a'

shame

thing,

into

o'

company

your haveral

an'

past that's

neither safe nor fendible."

Litde did Mattie think that she was treading heavily on

sore corns, or that her auditors

felt

that no one could

expressed their sentiments and experience better.

collected

town.

to

They

Each

re-

some important business requiring him to return to

Neither said it was as much a matter of wardrobe as

of business, but " Dawtie

them

have

"

and the railway together brought

Edinburgh by an early

train

on Friday.

did not rush to their chambers, as

business usually do.

hairdresser's together,

trimmed."

They

also

By

met

important

routes they reached the

different

and wanted

men on

"

not

much

off

but nicely

accidentally at a clothier's, each

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42

wishing a knickerbocker
course the

man

of cloth

suddenly recollected
for

some time

suits,

^t

for a

"

hardly time," but

and the extra guinea he charged consoled him

in their "

They

good customers."

apartments

"

(where they appeared

and packed

their

" will

return

chambers," walked

"

stuck on the door of their

spent
to the

portmanteaus as

They found

long and special journey.

3-3^

"

ordered for gentlemen out of town

surprise of their landladies),

if

Of

in the afternoon.

" was afraid,"

for the " fear of disappointing

some time

certain

suit,

and reached

off as if the iviportant business did not lie there,

Glentirlie in the evening.

At

to Mattie's delight.

ye

like
'

tailor's

in

thae claes.

nip.'

suits,

greatly

" Ye're like yoursels now, gentlemen

If

tried three

they wadna tak' them, so

them

new

the tea-table they appeared in their

was a man
tramps

wi'

wad

gie ye the

your auld duds, but

got the young shepherd to put

into the pitatie field at the

back

o'

the house for

'

tattie

bogles.'

In their evening walk they recognised the venerable gar-

ments doing duty as scarecrows, but the hats were exchanged,

and, (this

is

private), they filled their

and put a few marks of wear on

the fresh
"

look,

for

menseless craturs,

which Mattie
spoilin' their

new pockets

with stones,

away
but scolded them as

their suits, to take

all

new

claes

a' ready."

Glentirlie.

Chapter

43

III.

Charles Bah.lie and Frank Raeburn were

lar,

handsome, young- fellows

their sturdy persons

knickerbockers

the

When

and limbs.

well-built,

muscuoff

set

they reached Dun-

Mr

limpie they were cordially received at the doorstep by

Melville,

and

in

the parlour by the ladies of the household,

where they were warmly thanked by Mrs Melville, and each

by the lady he had " rescued." Fanny making- Baillie blush

by her bright

and her cousin, Lucy Crawford,

heartiness,

set

Frank's heart "a-dunting" as she praised his courage and

Poor Frank was

kindness, while a tear trembled in her eye.

struck dumb, Baillie stammered out, "It was nothing at

a pleasure they were the indebted

and, in a very short time,

The

fishers

seemed

There was a

water.

done by the lightning

son that
limpie

Baillie's

led to a

Mr

it

no hurry

parties for the shelter,"

old friends.

all felt like

in

to

go

talk about the storm,

to

an old

and, as the day

was

to the preserved

and some damage

tree, prized for the

bore the name of the

fine,

all

odd

rea-

"gallows tree" of Dunthe tree

was

visited,

and

knowledge of botany incidentally revealed, which

walk through the garden.
Melville and

Fanny had many questions

to ask

him

regarding various shrubs and flowers that had long puzzled

them.

Baillie

knew

these well, and explained each minutely.

Frank, spying his old shelter, and not being interested

in

botany, said to Miss Crawford,

" Charlie

gallop, he

is

is

on one of

his hobby-horses,

an eminent botanist."

and

off at the

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44
"That
rare plants
"

And

delight Uncle

and

varieties they cannot find out about."

equally delight Charlie.

will

very unusual

if

be something

It will

he does not know the name, nature, and

habitat' of every plant

'

and Fanny; they have several

will

know him

he

sees, giving long

names

to

common

him on botany with a good

listener (not my forte), and farewell fishing and everything
else.
Would you object to show me our old shelter, the

weeds.

summer-house
walked

into

No

of old.

And

? "

Start

without

waiting for

he

reply,

it.

one seemed to have been there since the storm,

for

on

the floor lay the joint fishing pocket-book of the two fishers.

Frank looked
did not miss

missed

at

it

it,

Miss Crawford picked

Frank was

yesterday."

it

up,

were not fishing

yesterday,"'

adding

"

they

tickled at not having

either yesterday or that morning,

it

hoping

and
**

internally,

said,

"

We

for various

ofood reasons."
"

See how pleased Uncle and Fanny

"

brightly.

Your

seems

friend

Uncle

consulted.

will

Admiral

more

be

she told that

Royal Navy

that her father

had been an

that father and mother were

Uncle and Aunt \vere both to

and that Fann\- was so

often felt

"

in the

that
;

Lucy,
to

And

be delighted."

he was her mother's brother

are," said

have solved, or

a question that has puzzled every one they have

solving,

dead

to

ashamed of

brio^ht

and

and

if

possible

clever, that she

herself being so stupid.

don't like clever people,"

quite that,

her,

am sometimes
I

Charlie

" well,

afraid of them, or rather

of myself before them, which

Yet Frank Raeburn and

said

am

not

ashamed

sure you need never be.

are the best of friends, and in his

Glentirlie.
absence

have no hesitation

45
him a noble, upright,

in calh'ng

clever fellow."

At

the close of Charles Baillie's explanation about a rare

and curious
"

Where

plant,

Miss

your friend

is

looking

Melville,

about,

said,

"
?

saw Frank make for the summer-house, which did him

and me such a good turn the other day. He has not much
"

is as shrewd a fellow on
Edinburgh, as genuine as ever
good-heartedness embodied."

patience with the exact sciences, but

many

other matters as

breathed

The

is

in

luncheon cut short conversation which had

bell for

incidentally led the

young men

to

speak of one another, but

at table each justified the other's words.

many

All found they had

common, and a distant Scotch cousinship was

unravelled between Mrs Melville and Frank Raeburn,

friends in

partly

for the three botanists

formed one group, and Mrs Melville,

Lucy, and Charlie another.

"

There

about," said

from

is

another plant or two

Mr

Melville, rising,

should like your opinion

"but

"

should like to see the plant," said

"

am

Mrs

"

Baillie.

not particular about fishing," added Raeburn.

" Perhaps the

said

must not keep you

fishinof."

gentlemen would

like to visit

Kilcoungo,"

Melville.

Kilcoungo

"

said Baillie.

" Is

it

a Culdee or a Catholic

From the terminology oungo it seems Culdee,

for they had Mungos and Beugos and Bungos and CadBy all means let us go there is it far ? Can't we
zows.

foundation

'

'

all

go
"

You seem

to

have got on yonr hobbyhorse now," said

Pot Pourri.

46
"It

Miss Crawford.

is

more than a mile

little

not in the direction of the best fishing

"

saint

There

That's no matter.

coming

not known.

Let us

all

go

and

"

an old legend of an

Cong

to Scotland from
;

is

distant, but

"

in

but his

in Ireland,

earlycell is

a few minutes they were

walking up a pretty glen, with sides so steep that the gentle-

men had

to assist the ladies in

rugged

On

places.

reaching a

broad, open space, Frank's practised eye picked out what

seemed the

site

of an old chapel or

cell,

he found several interesting evidences of

tumuli around

it.

Baillie also

Mr

and proposed that next week the

*'

and examined, which was

preserved water

so bright

"

antiquity,

its

found some rare

and ancient medicinal herbs.

out

and on examination

Melville

ferns,

was

interior should

readily

was again referred

agreed

to,

and of

mosses,

delighted,

be cleaned

The

to.

but the day was

and the surroundings so tempting, that the party

rambled and climbed, enjoying distant views and

fairy nooks.

Dinner-hour had arrived before they got back to Dunlimpie

the visitors were easily prevailed on to join the party, and

all

went " merry as a marriage

bell."

Our heroes reached Glentirlie in high glee, and Mattie

was glad they had been sae weel put on,' for Dunlimpie
was a real gentleman, and the young ladies awfu' nice. It was
a gude thing they found out that young Goldie and Walker
"

'

They

were just gamblers.

stayed here a while, and

aye bet-bettin' an' wagerin', an' ither kinds

It

o'

it

was

bad conduct.

gied the young leddies a sair heart at the time, but

was

providential

escape.

leddies deserve better

wives."

They're

men, and nae

The gentlemen

owre't

men

noo.

it

Nae

could get better

quite agreed with her,

and thought

Glentirlie.
a

good deal about Dunlimpie and

47
denizens ever there-

its

after.

The

ransacking of Kilcoungo took

antiquarian treasures were found

pottery, stone

or

flint

old

two days.

cists,

Several

pieces of primitive

weapons, besides broken fonts and

Frank reserved his full

opinion until
and compared
Mr
the relics with others in the Antiquarian Museum.
Melville felt sure that the place had been an early church,
other evidences of ancient saintship.

he had consulted some

for the fathers

authorities,

always selected the cosiest place

the district.

in

tlie museum,
water"
was unAgain
the
"preserved
to which all agreed.
visited, for the garden of Dunlimpie kept Baillie and Miss

Baillie

suggested that they should meet Frank at

Melville fully occupied, while Frank and Miss Crawford preferred the summer-house,

Mr

Melville alternately botanizing

with the former and sitting beside the

firm his idea that there

on

his estate of

The

visit

was a

anxious to con-

latter,

real, ancient, ecclesiastical edifice

Dunlimpie.

to

Museum was

the Antiquarian

Frank's thorough knowledge of

and delighted the

others.

its

They

place dry and musty, but now

it

contents surprised Baillie,

formerly had

teemed with

found ample evidence that Kilcoungo was a

and some of the

" finds "

indicated

duly paid.

its

thought the

interest.

They

real Culdee's cell,

existence for over a

thousand years.

The young men were

occasional,

people said frequent) visitors at

Frank being a

Mr

special favourite of

was always ready

to

almost regular (some

Melville's

Mrs

town house

Melville's,

because he

be a fourth at whist, allowing

Mr

Melville and Baillie to discuss trees, and plants, and flowers.

Pot Pourri.

48

The young

met accidentally

folks often

Academy's Exhibition, and,

for

Melville studied, at least talked

the

Royal

Frank and Miss

time,

in

(?)

about the pictures, while

Lucy walked quietly round, but said little.

Fanny told Lucy that Mr Raeburn rattled on so fast she
was confused, Lucy that Mr Baillie was so quiet she felt
awkward. Next time they met in the Academy the ladies
changed partners, to the great delight of all, for Baillie was
and

Charles

away by Miss Melville's pat catching of the artistic

hits, while Lucy was charmed with Raeburn's happy knack
That night Fanny told
of making the bits glow and tell.
Lucy that she did like Mr Baillie, and Lucy, kissing her
If the young men had
fondly, said, " So do I Mr Raeburn."
overheard them it would have saved them many an anxious
carried

thought.

Charles Baillie sedately reasoned the matter out

to

Miss Melville or her father

ask

first

former best, but prepared himself for

accidentally

short

really,

between
As

burgh.

he thought the

They

either.

railway carriage

in a

the

Waverley and Haymarket

whether
met,

distance

Stations,

was

Edin-

the train started a lightning flash, followed by a

made Miss Melville start and involuntarily cling

when they came out at Haymarket Station he had

terrific peal,

to Baillie

her sanction to " ask papa

"

and, at rather a late hour that

evening he burst into Frank Raeburn's apartments, and with"

out preface, said,

Frank

all

but hugged him

Bless you both

both

said, "

Frank,

You

am engaged

"

Bravo

to

Fanny

Bless you

are a lucky fellow

Melville."

Bless her

again, bless

Then looking ruefully (a new aspect for

Frank, I have Lucy Crawford on the brain

"

you

him), he

she's

Glentirlie.

49

I'm raving don't

she's
her happy do not deserve her."
she's

tuts,

think

make

could

"

Neither do / Fanny," said Bailhe

Why

wise.
"

Lucy

but she thinks other-

have schemed, and thought, and wondered, and

and wished, but the more

solved,

she's such a
"

don't you try

*'
;

"

Excuse

tuts

do the more

and am such a
You
Frank a
a

slang,

Miss Crawford happier than any man on

"Stop, Charlie
I

make

could

earth,

and she

"

would make you

"

shrink

duffer.'

'

re-

don't tantalise me."

will not stop,

Frank

Come

the slow coach.

you used to be the

along with

congratulate Miss Melville

(if

you

rattle,

me to-morrow
can).
You may

and

and

night,

get a

quiet chat with Miss Crawford."

The

" chat"

proved quiet enough

for,

very shortly after

he had congratulated Miss Melville, she and Charlie with-

Fanny had
wish Lucy was in

"

Mr

Raeburn,

so

drew, not before

said,

happy that

a similar position," and Charlie

had

said, " Ditto, for

my

feel

doubting friend Raeburn."

would be unpardonable to intrude too much on the

Frank spoke about Kilcoungo and Dunperplexed couple.
Miss Crawford added in joke,
limpie, and the summer-house
It

"and the preserved fishings."

Frank laughed almost sadly, and abrupdy
Crawford

"

then he paused, blushed, and jerked out

a lucky fellow Baillie

could

hope

for

equal

Crawford, but dare

Charlie

is,

he has fished to purpose.

Dare

luck.

ask you to

"
is

excuse

make me

"

said,

as

''

me,

Miss

What
wish

Miss

happy

as

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50

"

Lucy hung her head, was silent for a while, then whispered,
Yes, Frank dear, if aunt and uncle consent."
Baillie was in ecstacies for some time, then the serious

matter of asking aunt and uncle's consent appalled him.

Fanny
table,

Frank

Lucy

Melville,

home with
at least

ordeal, and, at the supper

Lucy Crawford as his affianced bride.

although only a day in advance, felt quite at

sat beside

Charlie.

was

that she

him of the trying

relieved

Mrs

have a

to

Melville

visit

once a week, and

made

stringent conditions

from both after their marriage,

Mr

Melville

felt

much

alone, yet

very highly pleased.

We

need not linger over what remains of our stor}-.

Marriage presents flowed in, until Mrs Melville's drawing-room

was

like

an exhibition.

mention.

About a

One, however, must have honourable

fortnight before the marriage,

Webber and Lieutenant O'Hara were announced

Captain

as wishing

Miss Crawford, and, following the servant who announced them, right into the dining-room, they bowed all

to see

round, then, addressing Miss Crawford, presented her, in the

name

of those

Admiral, with

who had
a

served under her father, the dear, old

gold anchor,

glittering

in

diamonds and

emeralds, and with a superabundance of gold chain.

Captain Webber, a thorough English

tar,

hoped "that her

joys would be as deep as the ocean, and her sorrows as light

as

its

spray."

Lieutenant O'Hara, a genuine

Irishman,

wished "that
would be strewn with roses as they walked, hand in
hand, over the stormy ocean of life." The tars joined the supper
table, and spun yarns about the good old Admiral till a late or
their path

early hour.

Glentirlie.

Not
let,"

infrequently

once or twice

tale further

in

than to

51

Frank and Charlie met

those to "sell;" but
that they

tell

in

"

houses to

why prolong our

had grand times of

it

at

The summer-house was a

two were in it at one time. The

Dunlimpie during the season.

favourite resort, but only
"

preserved water

"

was

visited, strolled about,

but not fished.

Mattie of Glentirlie was promoted to be housekeeper, almost

companion, to
started on the

Mrs Melville, after the )'oung

honeymoon and often, when they
;

couples had
visited either

town or country house, she reminded the gentlemen of the

scarecrows in the potato

field at Glentirlie.

Ballade of

WHAT

fretting loads

Through

And Time who

Of

his lean fingers

The dreams

seen

To add by

little

in

vain

we

follow what

Whose

snare

Than

all

the

fair.

sec7i

see

elsewhere

through tobacco smoke.

in ships of air,

keels have never enter'd dock,

wish you

may have sounder ware

did Alnaschar

Statesmen, when

when he woke

strife is high,

For half-an-hour the wordy

fain

its

the crowds that swa)' and shock

Dreamers of dreams

care

contrast to our joke,

us walk through

let

The dreams

he spare

catch the lips of solemn folk.

And watch
They

hair,

through tobacco smoke.

laugh that spreads

Well,

through our

if still

each must have our

To

whose fading rainbows mock,

scarcely leaves a decent lock,

not,

mortals bear

drives a splendid pair

Yet chide him

We

life,

we

steeds he never will unyoke,

Sweeps

He

Tobacco Smoke

would hint of better

The dreams

forswear

stroke,

fare

seen throns'h tobacco

smoke

Ballade of Tobacco Smoke.

Prince,

when you weary

53

of the chair

From which you govern

reahns and

folk,

Your faithful bard would have you share

The dreams seen through tobacco smoke !

(2.

Ui^Ju^Hj^

Sunny Morning
HAT
all

in

my Garden

dependent creatures we are

Nature has us

what she

in

and

thrall,

moods can make

her chano-inof

after

will

How

briofht

the world and

it is

is

has been up for hours, and his pro-

most

way, there

and

He

royal.

brooks no barrier

not even the fleeciest film of

is

cloud to dim his splendour.

sky,

summer

Matchless and radiant

summer

blue, blue the

sea.

The

little

in his

upon

my

am

at

my

south

garden, to

now to wear
You who

me

window

waves break

am

looking out

the pensive grace of autumn.

revel in ancestral parks

question

as real delight to
is

and

sigh.

a pleasant place, although beginning

your gay parterres, would smile

garden, but

to-day,

the

is

yonder on the pebbl)' shore, with scarcely a murmur or a

But

this,

a perfect gladness to be alive

The sun
gress

its

all

uses seems on a morning- such as

when

in

of us

if

you as

in

and walk proudl)- among

mild derision at

your lordly pleasaunce

this tiny provincial strip

is
is

my

little

a source of
to me.

veritably a strip, with a straight and solemn path dividing

You

can take

without

it all

difficulty,

in at

It
it.

one glance, and count the blossoms

but though

it

altogether beneath your contempt,

is

small and narrow, and

it is full

of friendliness and

Sunny Morning

in

my

honesty and good purposes for me.

ideal

Garden.

Of course

from the recesses of tenderest memory

a picture which represents the garden of

my

is

it

will

55
not

my

draw you

childhood.

It

was very long and wide, with a low mossy wall running all round
it, and a little green wicket gate so little used that it creaked
always on its hinges.
It was intersected all
through by
shady, grassy walks under the shade of gnarled and laden

apple trees

it

had great untidy

fantastic flower beds, shut in

by borders of boxwood grown nearly as high as a hedge.

^^"

you know what grew

in these

beds

"

Do

Perhaps you know some

cottage garden which will furnish the almost forgotten names

mint

rosemary and thyme, bachelor's buttons and

and

southernwood and nancy-pretty, Canterbury

tiger lilies

we

nothing

loved them
I

fine or rare or

bells,

all.

have not seen that old garden, though

remote, these

lupins and

conspicuously lovely, yet

many

of a change which

memory

years

may

be.

is

it

is

not very

sweeter than the vision

Strange feet

now

step across

Pot Pourri.

56

the threshold of the old house, and strange hands perhaps

have made the green wicket swing

Many were wont

banteringly

it

grew splendid weeds, but though

scattered far and wide, have

is

it,

and

been

at sunset

how

and

awful

wholly and

if

to say

had not the

life

bitter roots

among

be without her sweet

our happy days

utterl)-,

now

day by day, we add

Although she has some

How

it

wholly sacred.

it

silentl}',

her bundle of herbs, what would

companionship

fro.

the hearts of children,

memories of

alwa)'s with us,

to her storehouse.

from us

and

to laugh at our old garden,

vestige of respectability about

Memory

silently to

as

if

departed

they had never

barren and arid then would be the desert of exist-

Memory, then, we constantly bless and cherish, growing more anxious as we step on and upward that we should
sow what will give us a harvest such as shall not make us

ence

ashamed.

The

heart clings persistently to earliest

portant then that those

make

who have

memory how
;

im-

children to care for should

these early days conspicuously bright.

Oh

enough awaiting these young hearts, enough

spirit-anguish and heart-weariness to satisfy the grimmest
mentor.
Let them at least have sunshine trildino- that child!

there

hood which

Am
morning

I
?

is

is

never forgotten.

moralising too seriously

Well, well

there

is

in

my

garden

this

sunny

nothing incongruous between

the brightness of this sweet day, and

my

plea for the child-

happy environment. So we come back quite naturally

where
we began, that nature is a great deal to us, and has
to
something comforting and strengthening for us in our most

ren's

wayward moods.

A
She
fall

Sunny Morning

is

thick

in

very gentle with us too

and

fast

upon us

is

my

Garden.

her touch

divinest healing.

57

when sorrows
She has her

merry moods likewise, but she reveals herself only to those

who love her, and seek to commune with her. And that

communion

is

not exclusive or difficult of access, but

always to the seeking eye and

the simple, earnest heart.
to

the

human

heart

ear, the

is

open

sympathetic mind, and

This sympathy with nature brings

courage and forbearance and loving-

kindness with an understanding of simple goodness which

makes

life

a perpetual joy.

"La Tombe

dit a la

Rose"

From Victor Hugo.

s^HE Tomb
"

said to the Rose,

Those

mornings weep

tears the

Into thy petals deep,

What
^

does love's flower with those

The Rose
"

And

With
Drops

that

soul of

Honey and
''

Poor

what dost thou say

'vhich day by day

Thy

The Rose
Out

Tomb,

said to the

thou,

in

gloom

gulf of

said, "

do

of those tears

!-

"
?

this:

make

perfume wake

ambergris."

flower," the

Tomb

said, "

Out of each life that slips

Mute through my earthen lips,
Make a winged soul on high."
*

AT^

/^ /(L^uz^.

The Truth about I>ambs

nineteenth century
behoves us to
IN guardmatter-of-fact
zealously the
of the poetic which has not
this

it

little

been driven away by the demon steam.

My
love

regard for poetry and poets

and sympathy

of,

of Truth,

and

it

who

is in

for,

the

is

only exceeded by

my

humid and rheumatic Goddess

has been forced to take up her abode

in

a well

order to prevent any further waste of sympathy or

love on an unworthy object, that

intend telling

the truth

about lambs.

However unworthy the object on which we place our

affection may be, we do not thank those who remove the
scales from our eyes
we do not like to see our idol broken,
and discover that it is made of clay.
I
hope, however, that
;

the reader will defer his judgment on

when

experience,

having
I

ject,

my

shall

till

he has read

my

have more hope of being excused, or

offence palliated.

can scarcely control myself to speak calmly on the sub-

when

think

of,

or try to imagine, the

pathy and love which has

"

principally

affection.

to

blame

for

amount of sym-

from time immemorial

wasted on these unworthy objects

are

me

and

rousing

it is

our

"

the poets

been

who

sympathy and

Pot Pourri.

6o

Poets have chosen lambs as the emblems of innocence and

peace, and they never were further from the truth.
It

me

grieves

the lamb of

proverbs of centuries, to

to disturb the

and show up the ignorance of

false covering,

its

strip

poets.

What do

beauties of a

had

know of nature ? Thomson wrote of the

sunrise, when it is well known he usually
in
bed.
They have written of " The

poets

breakfast

ploughboy's whistle and

thing

milkmaid's song

the

which only shows their utter disregard

enchanting,

want of an ear

for truth, or their entire

for music.

heard both, and they are extremely vulgar, and

be spared the

some-

as

"

Let a

again.

infliction

poet

have

hope

to

through a

sit

and he will change his mind, but " revenons

Harvest Home,
a nos moutons."

Last spring
lambs, and

my

spent a good deal of time

in

the

company

opinion, formed on close observation,

they are the most

selfish, idiotic,

is

of

that

discontented, and combative

animals on the face of the earth, leaving the following to

my assertion.
When a lamb is

support

mother

is

about a week old

it

discovers that

a lunatic, with one idea, and that

instead of returning

lamb, which

we

mother's love,

its

will call

it

is

abuses

its

its

lamb, and

it.

Another

B, comes to play with lamb A,

when

^'s mother, fearing her offspring will be contaminated by such

company, knocks over

thinks

it

with a box in the

belongs to a superior

lamb B, only

to

discover

opinions about

its

lamb,

when

it is

knocked on

its

set,

that

this

back.

ribs.

naturally

and condescendingly
i^"s

mother holds

reflection

being

visits

similar

made by

The Truth
A

gets up and runs bleating to

and as the milk gets scarce

drink,

horns

little

for a rest,

rise,

the mother, thinking

when

when

its

mother's

its

digs

it is

mother, and gets a

its

mother with

time to stop,

lies

ribs,

till

its

its

down
sharp

the mother has to

the lamb goes for another drink.

lamb pays no attention

drink, which

As

it

6i

the lamb climbs on her back, planting

hoofs between

little

about Lambs.

it

to

its

mother unless

it

wants a

usually does every few minutes.

soon as a lamb can walk straight on

looks about for a smaller lamb to box,

when

its

clumsy legs

it

the smaller lamb

Pot Pourri.

62
is

This

not looking.

is

humour

the nearest approach to

in a

lamb's composition,

lamb's legs look as

and

brother,
trousers.

it

It

is

they had been

if

as proud of

tries

them

to gambol, the result

under the influence of

spirit rapping,

it

made
boy

as a

for its big

of his

is

first

being, like a stool

throws

hind legs

its

a few inches up into the heavens, and fancies

is

it

for a

fit

circus.

was beside some sheep in a shed where they had more

good turnips and hay than they could eat, and leaving the
gate open, they rushed out and ate ravenously at rotten
I

turnips which had been thrown aside as useless.

only

human

After

and lambs,

trait

have observed

girl

laid

down my

who

to

pallette

on the camp

the

stool,

and

have a smoke, and a talk with a

attended to the cows, and was just

middle of an interesting conversation when she

is

had been about a week painting a picture of sheep

walked out of the shed

young

This

in sheep.

in

the

said,

think the sheep have knocked over your picture."

"

thought she was only saying

did go back

found

my

easel

it

to frighten

and canvas

flat

me, but when

on the ground,

was painted
I
drove them back, making some
in oil or water colour.
I
do
not
remember
now, and started to scrape
which
remarks

and a lamb on the top of the

the canvas,

when the head

violent collision with me,

picture, smelling

of the lamb's

and

if it

mother came

into

don't believe any artist ever

before got through a picture of the size in such a short time,

and
fail

was completely finished. At the same time one cannot

to see the want of anything like justice in that sheep
it

The Truth
butting

me

about Lambs.

for trying to prevent the

lamb from

63
injurinq-

my

property.
I

hope

now enjoy
I

have

justified

his roast

have not lived

my

assertion,

and

if

the reader can

lamb and mint sauce without compunction,

in vain.

The

Beautiful
I.

HE

mystery of Loveliness, that

lies,

Like light from some diviner heaven than ours.

On

visible

Nature

mountains,

streams and

flowers,

On

man's proud

front, in

depths of woman's eyes

The mystery of Loveliness, that is

The Law of Nature's being moulding all
The measureless great, the infinitely small
To its own perfect beauty. What is this
:

But the translation of God's inmost thought

And

that

is

Love

Whereon 'tis writ.

Each sacred syllable,

Nature the mighty

Thou

readest

it,

scroll

my

soul

yet graspest not,

dim gleams, the message written there.

Though questioning evermore in Work and Prayer.

Save

in

n.
Yet,

O my

soul

thank

God

that

He

hath sent.

In loving answer to thy life-long cry,

These shadowings of the

Behind the

As by

veil

still,

holier

Mystery

for rapturous moments rent

small voice from highest heaven.

The
If

65

thou with feeble hand and care-clogged brain

Through

To

Beautiful.

life's

grey clouds hast groped

alas

catch their import, thou at least hast striven

And,

won the guerdon ne'er denied

who battle bravely though they

striving,

To

those

For such one day the Angel calm and pale

will draw the veil aside,
And they shall stand within the Holy Place,

With tender hand

And

in

read the Secret

in

The

Master's

face.

fail.

vain

The Gypsy Wooer

THESaeyoung

lords rade frae east

blithe

And

all

and west,

were they and bonny,

to court our lady gay,

For she was best of ony.

The young

lords rade to east

Wi' heavy

and west,

dule and grieving,

Their hearts were wae, for she said them nay,

And

bade them cease their deaving.

She looked

The

sun

An' over

frae her
it

bower window,

shone sae brightly,

field

and over

gypsy steppit

fell

lightly.

The gypsy man cam doun

An'

An

the brae.

were singing

outland sang as wild and fey

As

clear his pipes

Elfin bridles ringing.

whiles the sang went

And
The
It

whiles

it

wud

wi' joy.

sorrowed sairly

saut tear stood in our lady's ee,

rang sae sweet and

rarely.

The Gypsy Wooer.

"

An' are ye come

"

An' do

be no

If this

? "

she said,

see and hear ye

my

Then nane
"

at last

ain true love

shall

be

my

dearie.

An' where hae ye been sae lang

"

If

An' why cam ye ne'er before,

ye be no

My

my

quo

"

she,

ain true love,

never a word the gypsy

his

said,

naething- did he linger,

een laughed bright as he turned his head.

And beckoned

wi' his finpfer.

She's casten off her silken snood,

And

taen her mantle to her,

An' she's awa

To

heart will break for sorrow."

And
But

67

to Silverwood,

follow the gypsy wooer.

/Cf^^^

An Old World
old world
IN thethe Canongate,
closes,

of

the

Edinburgh, when the High Street,

of

and the Cowgate. with

constituted the royal

anything occurred

Matter

to

peace-loving

burgh,

it

the

disturb

General Assembly
" walking

"

(literally

and

could boast of

I.

royalty

True, the Royal

but at the time of which

write, the

Edinburgh, the metropolis of Scotland,

little

excitement or bustle beyond that of any

remained domiciled

For
in

all that,

many

of the old

the quaint turreted flats

that frowned in the moonlight from either side of the

Street,

and

had

then) on the opening of the

provincial city in the kingdom.

still

of

life

or procession of Parliament had long since been

discontinued,

nobility

and tranquil

visit

taken place since the time of Charles

Commissioners walked

was not often that

still

No

citizens.

their adjacent

in the

and the weekly

"

High

gatherings of the select, the " assemblies,"

concerts

"

of the " Musical Society,"

much

blue blood as well as youth, beauty, and intellect gathered

together to enliven w^hat must have been, upon the whole, a

dull existence.

The

Pretender, with his ill-equipped followers,

passed through the town in 1745.

The romance attached

that fatal expedition has already been

amply

the following brief narrative has to record

written.
is

to

What

but a small

matter concerning the history of two people of no more importance than an actress and an actor, who, so far as Edinburgh

An Old World

Matter.

69

counted, could certainly boast, after the manner of Caesar,

that they came,

were seen, and conquered.

It was in the year 1762 that the Courant newspaper

announced that " a oj-entlewoman will appear for the first time

on the stage of
(at the usual

this

kingdom

prices) will

received at the door."

in four plays.

be printed, as no money

Such was the

for herself at

first

will

be

announcement of

Mrs Bellamy who,

the beautiful and fascinating

had secured

Particular tickets

in

London,

once a fame and a notoriety that

have seldom been equalled, even

in the

annals of the stage.

Fresh from the whirl of London excitement the previous

had

year, she

visited Dublin,

an actor who,

in

and there she met West Digges,

addition to great personal recommendations,

was possessed of genuine histrionic ability. She had been

warned against Digges' persuasive tongue and insinuating
manners but, possibly for that very reason, all the sooner suc;

cumbed
no equal

to the

blandishments of a oentleman

the power of persuading.

in

lived together happily enough

Mrs Bellamy had a strong

(ladies did

country.

swear

in

This she

lessee in the

While

in

Dublin they

but for some strange reason

dislike

to

Scotland, and swore

those days) she would never act

did,

in

that

no doubt, knowing that Digges was co-

Edinburgh Theatre.

He, however, was manager

and lover second, and so contrived

first

who had almost

to

get her trans-

ported to Edinburgh without her knowing where she was

being taken

was
and

to

in

name
gate,

to.

Entering the town she enquired where she

which the ready response came

" the

Grassmarket,"

the simpleness of her soul she thought such was the

She was driven to a lodging in the Canonand while combing her hair a sound ofmusic saluted her
of a town.

Pot Pourri.

yo
ears.

"

What

is

The

theatre," re-

At once seeing she had been

trapped, she

sound

that

plied her maid.

"

"

she cried.

seized a pair of scissors and cut

to her head, in order that she

her hair off quite close

all

might be unable

appear.

to

Such was the impulsive character of the lady, so it is not surprising that Digges soon persuaded her (no doubt after a
stormy interview) to appear in the plays for which she had
already been advertised.

demolished

hair,

wig supplied the place of the

and a greater or more fashionable event

in the

world had never been witnessed than her

local theatrical

The

appearance.

highest of the land

boxes were packed with the

first

said the servants in attendance

not find room in the gallery

filled

the

ladies in society,

were so many

pit,

first

while the

and

it

is

that they could

portion of the house then

exclusively reserved for such gentry.

During her stay

in

beyond any actress

Edinburgh Mrs Bellamy was /^/^c/ far

Everything
who had preceded her.

that she could possibly

wish to have

it

forsook her, and

burgh
for

for

if

she only expressed a

when she was on

the eve of leaving Edin-

Glasgow, where a theatre had been specially

her to appear

her maid to

chased not

beautiful gold repeater which

The

to her.

the identical

many days

whom

previously, but not

into

sitting in her carriage for

Digges

maid, luckless woman, took

watchmaker from

immediately taken

built

she found she had no money, and sent

in,

pawn a

had presented
to

want was hers

yet her old character of improvidence never

custody.

it

it

had been pur-

paid for, and was

Mrs Bellamy remained

over an hour for the return of her

messenger, until guessing what had happened, she drove to

one of the Lords of Session, her

friend,

who

not only gave

her sufficient money, but got the girl instantly released, and

An

Old World Matter.

71

so enabled this charming actress, but

frail woman, to proceed

Glasgow, where alas she found that the theatre which had
been specially built for her to appear in, had been burnt to
the ground the previous evening, by some over-zealous

to

bigots of the Methodist persuasion, in obedience to the desires

of their preacher,

who had announced

to

them

that he liad

seen a vision commanding them to commit arson.

The

course of true love between Digges and Bellamy did

The

not long run smooth.

in

Bonnington

(still

following season they took a house

standing),

then

K-f

an

oudying

village,

'

--r''-"-^.-^

which had to be reached by way of the Horse Wynd,

Calton, and Leith Walk, then a dismal country road or

The

only

mode

of conveyance

was

in chairs,

Low

track.

very unsafe

deed, considering the roads were of the roughest, the

"

in"

bearers

seldom of the soberest, and the chance of meeting footpads

At Bonnington

not by any means remote.

the twain lived in

great luxury, but family feuds were not uncommon.

One

night the argument ran so high that Digges stripped off the

most of

his clothes

of drowning

and ran from the house with the intention

himself in

pond near

to

the house.

Mrs

Bellamy surveyed the proceeding with the utmost coolness,

and when he made

his

exit,

calmly locked the door.

The

Pot Pourri.

72
result

may be

wind and snow soon

o^uessed, for the cold east

made the gentleman change his mind and repent his haste
but when he returned and found the door barred against him,
it was only by going down on his naked knees on the snow,
and swearing

all

sorts of repentance, that

at last to the cheerful

glow of the

fire,

he gained admittance

perhaps more essential

under the circumstances than even the smiles and caresses of

the authoress of his

affliction,

which, by the way, he certainly

never deserved and never after secured.

Sic transit gloria

imindi.

MR DIGGES

IN

THE CHARACTER OF

" OONS, GEl- YOU

SIR

JOHN BRUTE.

GONE UP STAIRS."

Men
"

and Books

The proper study

TH E

gods make

Scholars,

who heap up

of

mankind

is

man." POPK.

poems what we write

Is photograph, unreal shadowy stuff;
Their words have wings of power and thews of might,
Ours float like mist, and vanish with a puff.
There are who love to pore o'er musty books.

And

living-

stores of printed breath.

spell with painful care

and peeping looks

quaint memorial blazonry of death.

But let me read God's best of living books.

The

The
The

rosy child, with eyes of trustful blue,

lightfoot youth, the girl with radiant looks,

Or, like thee, Gordon, the brave captain,

Leaps

into danger,

Turns panic

and sublimely

rash,

into victory with a flash

who

The Prayer of

OH
Oh

spare

my

child,

Ye gave him

rain not ashes

Pompeian Mothei

the

ye Gods

unto

on

me

my

who

dwell on high

my only joy,

darling boy.

Hear me, great Zeus, hear a mother's cry,

For his dead father's sake let him not die
Hear from his boyish lips the piteous cries
;

Shield us from trembling ground, from falling skies.

Cease but a moment, that we both may

fly

This choking sand, these reeling rocks and trees

Return once more thy sweet and balmy breeze,

So

that our parched tongues again

Before thy

altar,

raise

songs of love and praise

Send us again the cheering

And

may

light of heaven.

to thy service shall his life

C\)

be given.

60

'

o)W^>-Ma/vc-vu

THE POMPEIAN MOTHER

SHIELDING HER CHILD FROM THE SHOWER OF ASHES.
A.D.

D.

79.

l-ROM THE GROUP BY

W. STEVENSON, R.S.A.

An

WE

Har

Easterly

who have been

dwellers

the East,

in

not

the pic-

turesque East of palm trees, camels and caravans,

own little kingdom, know what an

easterly harr means, and we have been told on good authority
where the visitor comes from. Erom the low lands of Holland the visitor travels to our coast, we are assured and we

but the bleak East of our

can believe

We

it.

are not so well informed with

to the origin of our enemy's

expressive and suitable

dim and

misty, soft

in its fleeciness,

it

and the chest

it

and

name

name, though
;

fleecy,

a singularly

the thing itself

for while

it

grates in the throat

and pricks with a saw-like jaggedness

wliich answers exactly to

its

strange

title,

to the

two

" r's "

end the word, which we pronounce with an emphatic

as a

Northumbrian

The

is

with a certain impalpability

has a rough edge

cuts

it is

regard

that
zest,

rattles his bur, "har-r."

season of the year

when

the harr

was most apt

descend upon us was " the sweet spring time

"

to

a time not

quite so sweet in the north and the east as in the south

and

the west, yet glad exceedingly in the lengthening daylight,

the budding trees and hedges, the sprouting grass, the

lamb, the

first

daisy

and hale because

Even

it

time

all

was keenly bracing

so late as the

first

the brighter to the young

in its brightness.

month of May, during the General

Assembly of the representatives of

its

national

Churches,

An
when

streets,

its

Easterly Harr.

But

harrs.

swarm with black

old and new,

grey metropolis of the north

Dutch

the

is

79
coats, the

not unacquainted with easterly

invader

recurs

our

to

memory
when the

it was wont to assail

country sides,"
young wheat showed a fresh, green braird in fields near

"

chiefly as

the sea, above which the lark sang long

before the bells

of the golden cowslips nodded in the

breeze over the

chill

more than

pasture, or the primroses did

lift

up

their

meek,

pale faces in the garden-borders.

The

infliction

It started

wan.

had a habit of presenting

with the sun, and rendered his beams watery and

After a bright morning,

a wet blanket,

like

rest of the day.

ance,

any hour.

itself at

it

upon us

fell

and shrouded

noon

at high

landscape for the

the

It rose with a ghostly wraith-like appear-

and obscured the

nearest the sea, but

full

moon.

was always densest

It

did not disdain to stretch a consider-

it

able distance inland, creeping on with a stealthy motion, or

suddenly descending after the fashion of the drop-scene of a

theatre.

rashly

It

hid

man and

beast

running ahead disappeared

come between
were not only

in

as

it,

the creature and his owner.

invisible,

if

dog
a cloud had

especially beast,

Birds of the air

they became mute as fishes

under the influence of an easterly harr

for a

indeed,

in

the sea,
it

was a

singularly muffling, dulling process in nature resembling, so

far,

the hush of a snow-storm.

The

harr clung in

swallowed up houses

a close, white drapery to trees;

it

obliterated

hills.

shore, the presence of a boat was only

of

the oars.

Plodding

along

stumbling over the deep ruts

in

the

it

Standing on the

known by
Queen's

the splash

highway, or

a bye-road, the approach of a

Pot Pourri.

8o
cart,

or of one of the gigs of the day, or of a

man

or

boy on

horse-back, was not to be detected save by the rattle of the

and the beat of the horses'

wheels,

looming gigantic

figures,
sight,

and

vanished

dissolving view.

in the

with

feet.

Such moving

magnifying medium, came

the

astonishing

The commonest

celerity

of

in

objects borrowed a weird

aspect from an easterly harr.

Dutch courage was wanted

it

froze

the

marrow

in

to face the " Hollander," for

your bones, caused your breath to

hung your garments with drops of moisture, as of the

heaviest night-dews.
But it met you straight in the face, and
was even puritanically fair and clean. Who, that has ever
labour,

encountered the murky abominations of a London

the solid vileness of

its

pea-soup atmosphere, and

as of jaundice on every face exposed to

it,

fog, w^ith
its

effect

would not choose

An
a thousand

times,

in

Easterly Harr.
the

preference,

8i

sharpest

bite

of

an

easterly harr.

Then, as a

rule,

the reign of the foe did not last long

went as unexpectedly as it came.

you knew where you were or it was.
it

wrapping

all

creation

in

folds,

its

twinkling of an eye to a nun's

another
forth

moment

and

lit it

it

veil,

was gone before

The

winding-sheet,

was transformed in the

modest and demure. In

too was changed.

up with

It

The

silver radiance.

It

sun's rays flashed

was no longer a

was the veil of a blushing bride, ready to

be flung back that she might receive the kiss of her eager
For it is true that
bridegroom.
sober vestal's

veil, it

"

Old earth

And

is fair,

and

her bridal-day

fruitful

will

come

and young,
ere long."

^o^uUv

T^CU^

The Poppy Blows

TH EThe

careful farmer ploughs

And

weeds he

and hoes

slays with ceaseless pains,

every idle flower that grows.

Broadcast he sows his chosen grains

His harvests whiten

S^i/l in his

o'er the plains,

wheat the poppy

bloivs.

Forth to the world the prophet goes

Of wrath and

sin

and grief he

plains,

To careless hearts denouncing woes

He damns the worldling and his shows.
:

rich

reward

for

him remains

Yet in his wheat the poppy blows.

The Poppy

Blows.

So He the human heart

Untiring-, with

83

that sows,

His golden

grains,

Truth, Virtue, Love, with ceaseless pains,

So

vainly, often,

How
Though

well

He knows!

patient that Great Heart remains,

in

His wheat

the

poppy blows

"The
"

Spake

full well, in

One who

WE
hills

Castled Rhine"
language quaint and olden,

dwelleth by the Castled Rhine."

are on the Rhine

the beautiful Rhine

the freshness of early

and waving

summer

The cuckoo

forests.

Longfellow.

is

still

And we two

June!

who,

islanders,

it

free

All

on the vine-clad
rings his queer

note out from some ravine or leafy glade.

country can ever look less than lovely,

at last

If the
is

Rhine

surely not in

from

desk and

drudgery, stand to-day under an awning on board the good

DampfscJiiff

" Schiller,"

as

it

speeds up the shining river,

are naturally in the very best of

since this

all,

is

forward to for years.

else

seems

to

run,
all

it

does

it

for appreciating

it

matter to us that everybody

their respective

that

Brown, Jones,

spouses and

hackneyed and over- rated

to be

)ou know

What

have "done" the Rhine?

and Robinson, with

declare

humours

the crowning holiday we have been looking

"

families,

nice

enough

Pleasant scenery, and no end of old castles

that sort of thing, certainly, but not a bit fresher than the

Clyde

"

Well, perhaps

Rhine

but

it

may be worth

seeing

them say any disagreeable things

IVe have no^ seen the
them, by all means

for all that, surely

that occur to

it isn't,

so let

''The Castled Rhine."

have called

a holiday, but

it

For what means

limitations.

a holiday with certain

is

it

that pile of books

lugs along with him at every turn, as

depends on the same

amount of work,

my
it

They mean

my comrade

his personal safety

if

me a

for

considerable

steady, absorbing, persevering work

For

friend takes out his sketch-book, calmly remarking that

take

will

there,

and

Of

85

all

and so

have

my

cheerfully to

be as well

will

if

an outline here and

take Baedekker

up the maps as we go along,

also look

course

his valuable time to catch

it

to say that "I

But there

task.

if

in

don't mind," and

is

hand,

mind

don't

bend

not only Baedekker, but

a large selection

of minor guide-books that have to be

compared therewith, and a set of huge, unfolding maps that
persist in fluttering wildly in the breeze,

them

up, in the

hour

is

is

not a

most exasperating manner.

From
moment

ing

crusading armies

if

have had to

of repose for the earnest and enquir-

He

wonder

first

the days of Julius Caesar downwards,

ing tourist.
eagles,

Before the

what a flood of ancient history

over,

wade through
there

whenever you look

must

face the iron legions

and the conquer-

No

and marauding bands.

he turn sometimes with a sigh of

relief to the bit

of love-story, legend, or fairy-lore, Baedekker inserts as a sort

of padding here and there.

He

such refreshment.

finds

The

something

who

ing in the two brother-knights

love with the very

student sadly needs some

same lady

life-like

and

interest-

so provokingly

She

is

lady,

fall

in

however,

whose beauty and fascinations are sufficient to account

any number of knights falling in love with her at the

for

same

time.

How

vivid, too,

is

the picture of the rash female

who

per-

Pot Pourrl.

86

a convent

sists in rushing- off to

of

the very strictest kind,

emerge

of course, from which she can never again

some maHcious on

ing

faithlessness

or

dit

from Syria of her absent lover's

No

death.

warrior

we

Don't

again as that warrior.

we

assurance that before

on hearup

turn

so safe to

is

the most comfortable

feel

turn the page again Roland will be

standing before us on the very ledge of the rock where his

father's castle

stands

still

And

we know

don't

for certain

however much appearances may have been against him,

the languishing looks of Syrian belles have had no power over
him, his heart having been with his adored Hildegunde all
that,

time

the

Here, however, hope and

know only too well that it

The lady abbess will never
All

world.

this

him

to shelter

day the
that
is

overhanorino- the convent

weather

convent
is

bell

until

shall

no more.

one mournful

announce

How

to

question

me

occurs to

that

Baedekker gives no response.

as

him

he knows

Hildegunde, and not one of the ordinary

is

it

stand

to

is

the prudence to build a neat stone

Hildecrunde

that his beloved

Roland

her

cliff

in cold

tolling of the

her out of her clutches in

for

that beetlino-

where, however, he has

edifice

let

that remains

down from

starinof

up" with Hildegunde.

"all

is

We

comfort end.

read, but

sisters,

to

which

Perhaps he doesn't know

himself!
It

in

is

has been
I

don't

histor)',

species

this

spent

know

that
in

much

study that

of

morning, and pleasant as

this

and dates

of

it

my

time

sounds,

have worked harder among books,

particular since

my

school-days.

Rut

to proceed.
It

is

said that there

were originally

sixty-six castles

on

" THE CASTLED RHINE.

"The
the

Rhine, and

goodly number,
crags for

all

And

them.

Castled Rhine."
we have

of the residue

89

already passed

perched jauntily enough upon their airy

still

and warfare have done to destroy

we have gazed on the " Seven Mountains," a
that time

grand unfolding panorama, a blending of the lovely and the

sublime, with the haunted " Drachenfels" as its crowning

Also we have seen Bonn the old university town

and the pleasant modern residence, and dozens of little

glory.

villages dotting the green shores with mountains,

abruptly at their backs

rising so

one wonders they don't get

that

by these protecting giants.

its wooden jetty, or
its tiny shallop with a flag flying from the stern, to meet the
passing steamers.
Ours is one of the slow boats, and we
toppled

Each

over into the water

of these minor Dorfejt sends out

stop at every such call

when Coblentz

go

others

right on,

only stopping

reached, then again at Bingen and

is

May-

ence, or such important places.

But here

The

blue

Truth

to

is

joins

the

the

latter

liquid

tell,

decidedly
breitstein,

with

Yonder

drumly."

It

is

touters.

Castor,

and a

is

But there
fine

waters here.

brown, but

the giant rock of Ehren-

second Gibraltar

to the faithful denizen of

quite a fashionable, busy tourist re-

sort now-a-days, this Coblentz

with

stay over night.

not merely

is

Edinburgh Castle

"Auld Reekie."

shall

well-kept fortress

its

also recalline

we

Rhine's brown

Moselle
"

and

Coblentz, where

fountain,

is

full

the

of big hotels and noisy

queer old church of St

and the new parade along the

up one's attention while we linger here.

Besides, a good deal of pleasant boating may be done on the

river bank, to take

Moselle as well as on the Rhine

itself.

Pot Pourri.

90

Another bright summer morning has just dawned upon us,

and here we are breakfasting on the deck of the " Bismarck "

Germans
puffing from Coblentz, and rapidly getting to a much more
picturesque bit of the river than any we have yet seen. There
are sterner hills and more rugged rocks, one of which, with a
it

seems that

all

the steamers are called after eminent

foaming whirlpool
Alas

itself.

at

its

feet,

is

who sang

the fatal syren

Lorlei-berg

the far-famed

there so sweetly to

boatmen has now departed for ever.

And no
wonder! The East Rhenish Prussia railway has bored a
tunnel right through the base of her royal seat, and the shrill
shriek of its engines must have proved too much for such a
infatuated

musical ear as hers

Then yonder

are the

dark heads above water

"

Seven

Sisters

"

just

seven huge blocks

be the mortal remains of as many

fair

popping up

their

of stone, said to

maidens who, having

offended the river god by refusing various eligible young

favourites

of his,

turned into stone

it

is

be presumed

to

a severe comment

tion of their hearts previously

were

on the

petrified condi-

Stalwart damsels indeed they

appear to have been, and the gap thus created

circle

must have been no

v.'ith

fresh

in the

family

slight one.

But turning from these long past troubles we

looking

men

thereupon

interest

find ourselves

on the Pfalz Castle, rearing

white walls from a low rock

in

towers of Obcr-Wezel and the

"

many

mid-stream, then the

Golden City

"

its

of Bacharach,

so called from a supposed resemblance to Jerusalem.

stands the beautiful ruin of St Werner's Church,

There

named

after

a boy martyr whose body was miraculously floated up the

river to this spot.

"

Another
in

little

the river.

The

Castled Rhine."

round fortress

now from a rocky bed

Mause Thurm," or Mouse-

rises

the celebrated

It is

"

was devoured by

tower, where a certain unamiable old bishop

mice

after having" refused corn

retired to this
"

wave-guarded

Amen," says

And

souls!"

beloved of

all

to

his starving" people,

is

Bingen

and

castle to enjoy himself in peace.

the devout tourist, " so perish

here

91

all

such grasping

that "calm Bingen on the Rhine,"

amateur readers and

reciters, rather

a busy

and before long we are in Mayence

We
or Maintz, where our pilgrimage up the river must end.

little

place

it

seems

to us

have been passing through wonderful ranges of

lately,

clothing the

hills

vine-fields

on each side with their trim green

rows and terraces, the Rheingau and Johannisberg being the

largest

and most famous.

And

here at

Mayence we

find

emporium ready to receive the fine vintage of

all these, and to disperse it through the world, for it is said
there are more than six hundred wine merchants in that tiny
We have just time to run through Mayence
city alone
a

sort

of

and glance

at

its

great cathedral, rich with golden shrines

and massive sculptures, before returning to our quiet little

retreat down the river, w^hich we had fallen in love w^th
simultaneously, and at once selected for our resting place,

St

Goar.

Does anyone want

the Rhine, where he

to

may

know

of a sweet, quiet village on

fare well

and cheaply, and enjoy

the loveliest scenery, and be w^ithin ten minutes' walk of the

very finest and largest of the sixty-six ruined castles ?

It has the queerest
all means let him go to St Goar.

By
little

and the quaintest old Kirciie, and the sweetest nook

of a /'>/>'//(?/ imaginable a very garden of roses which might

streets,

Pot Pourri.

92

where the gardener

half disarm the king of terrors,

you

offers

a bunch of his finest Marechal Niel, and points to you the

grave of some soHtary Enghshman, as

what must

name

once

stated to have

his

hung

whether from any deficiency of pegs

unchronicled but one can fancy
hermitage or not
on a sunbeam

is left

something of that gentle power of

that

is

at

who gave

old saint

days gone by,

to the place in the

his cloak
in his

The

you most.

interest

he divined

if

on the flickering sunbeams

to wait

his that prevailed

upon him

even

lingers about

still

Goar appear

the place of his dwelling, so attractive did St

to

our eyes.

And now we

are saying good-bye, a long good-bye, to our

Looking

on the brown waters

queen of

rivers.

this quiet

evening hour as we linger on

all

regretfully

its

banks,

we seem

among

the reedy banks,

to hear the plash of long- forgotten oars.

royal barge of

martial music

maidens

or

is

it

the

saintly

she

And, yonder on the shore

Holy Land once more

has

every listening
is

the

all

ear,

is

it

many
may not

Ursula and her

just behind us,

that be the hoofs of Roland's palfrey bringing

The Rhine

it

Queen
drifted down

or

Frastrada, in her coffin of glass, being silently

towards Aix

Is

Charlemagne coming slowly up the stream

with floating banners and

for

think of

the old stories and legends they have told us, and once

again as the waves throb and wrestle

the

we

at

him back from

these visitants, and countless others

from early morning

until

dewy eve

for

a haunted river, and keeps her long train of olden-time

spectres as royally as any olden-time castle with bolts and

bars and rattling chains can do

One

recalls readily

by her banks Alexander Smith's

fine

''

poem about

the

tion to suit the

"

The

Tweed
name

Castled Rhine."
at Peebles, making-

one

93
slight altera-

Who knows?

but of this

am

certain,

That but for the ballads and wails

That make passionate dead things, stocks and
Make piteous hills and dales
The Rliine were as poor as the Amazon,
That for all the years it has rolled,
Can tell but how fair was the morning red,

stones,

How

sweet the evening gold

//Jdi^a.

/'^oj^du.

^
USIC, on

me

bear'st

Into

wide i)lumes

thy

the

thou

forth

Infinite

My

spirit

<

spurns

Her mortal

prison-house, and wildly yearns

Towards the empyrean of her

The

starry spaces

The Sons

whence

birth

Morning 'Jubilate

of

in godlike mirth
'

sang,

While from the void abyss Creation sprang.

So

this

new heaven and

diviner earth,

Sprung from thy teeming depths, majestic

Power
I

too would sing

Upborne,

For on thy thunder-tide

in rapture of ecstatic pain

From human weakness washed and

1

feel

god with

dower

The music

dies

jiurified,

godhood's boundless

and

am

dust again.

^^/^^'

Bazaars
THEIR OBJECT.

THE

object of bazaars

To

I.

is

threefold

give persons of moderate income an oppor-

tunity of furnishing economically.

For the encouragement of

2.

is

At bazaars everything

Art.

hand-painted, from cigars to coal-scuttles.

To

3.

please the men.

woman's true mission.

Most of us must

how

at

some time have asked our

they could ever have married such men.

that they
It

wanted

to

does not so

oreat thine

is

marry and

settle

down

much matter whom

friends'

The

wives

reason

is

to bazaar work.

woman

marries, the

to ijet into a o-ood bazaar connection.

If women sat in

Parliament matters would be quite

different.

They would buy out the Irish landlords with a bazaar.

The Emin Pasha Relief Committee (says a London correspondent) now regret bitterly that they sent no lady explorers
with the Stanley Expedition.
clubs that had a lady been

left

It is

generally admitted at the

with the Rear Guard she would

have inaugurated a bazaar, sold hand-painted rice and tapioca

to the natives for fowls, and diddled Tippu Tib out of all his
vast possessions.

Pot Pourrl.

96

PREPARING FOR THE BAZAAR.

Among

the proudest

moments

fident

that

morning.

hurries

life is

may be

when he

something more
It

a man's

What another bazaar ? "

home every evening from the

exclaims to his wife, "

He now

in

has been

office,

con-

hand-painted since

a table, or vases, or one dozen tobacco

pouches, or two fire-screens.

The

articles are

would be a pity

hand-painted

he

is

private den, because

He

to disarrange the other rooms.

object in the least to having to

If

in his

smoke on the

mind hold-

not doing anything particular would he

ladies

paint twelve mantelpiece borders.

it ?

coming to-morrow

He

will

does not

door-step.

ing up this rocking-chair while she hand-paints

There are twelve young

it

have

to hand-

to see

them

home.

She writes twenty

letters

every day to ladies whose ad-

dresses she finds in the directory, inviting

them

to co-operate.

This makes many homes happy.

She asks

literary characters to write a little thing for the

bazaar, because, though she does not

she

is

know them

personally,

sure they are over-working themselves, and change of

work (she has heard)

is

the best kind of relaxation.

They

consent with gratitude.

During the three days prior

his

friends are allowed

to

to the bazaar her

carry the

(which are nearly dry) to cabs.

They

help in the decking of the

This

stalls.

husband and

hand-painted

articles

are also permitted to

is

great fun.

B azaars.

97

THE FIRST DAY OF THE BAZAAR.

It

never rains on the

first

day.

The gentleman who opens

He

success.

the bazaar

is

a prodigious

never says that they could have got some one

more eminence than he to discharge these onerous duties,

and then waits for cries of " No, no." He always puts things
in a way they have never been put before, and when he
declares the bazaar open, he never slips away by a side door.
There is no rivalry at the different stalls, for all are
of

working

The

for the cause (see Prospectus).

articles are sold at great bargains.

raffled, as

the committee disapprove of

Now

is

Men

enter briskly, as

There

your chance

for a
if

no hanging back

is

Nothing

is

to

be

raffling.

hand-painted writing desk.

eager to begin buying at once.

at

the

doors nor buttoning of

coats.

The

ladies

who

serve are anxious that you should buy

nothing except what you really want.

hand-painted soup tureen

Are you dying

for a

THE SECOND DAY.

There is still the same desire to let you decide for yourself
what you are to buy. Perhaps you have only dropped in to
look round

None
somehow

You

are welcome.

of the articles have been reduced in price, because

they did not

Not one

sell

yesterday.

of the ladies serving has

wakened with

a head-

Pot Pourri.

98

ache and sent an excuse

All are as

her non-appearance.

for

enthusiastic as ever.

Among

men buying

the

here yesterday, and have

are a great

number who were

come back because they enjoyed

themselves so much.

No man

says that unfortunately he

other coat, nor that he

would

like

left

his purse in his

merely fixing to-day on what he

is

have that he may come back and buy

to

it

to-morrow.

The

hand-painting comes off nothing while in your pocket.

THE LAST DAY.

Ladies do not now arrive

in great

numbers, because on

the last day things are sold for a mere song.

No
bottles

contributors are angry because their hand-painted ink

have not

No man
they are

No
and

still

ordered to buy his wife's contributions because

on

sale.

one goes home with dolls

sits

on them

There
on the

is

sold.

is

in the

in

hand-painted pinafores,

hansom.

no desperate raffling of screens at twenty guineas

last day.

The committee are still as polite as ever.

The stallholders are quite delighted with
managed
who wants a new

and can you

the

way

every-

them of any

thing has been

minister

church, hand-painted or plain

tell

3. h^.

.-*

c_A>*t_Aje_

Madrigal

HARK

the mcrr)- wedding bell

its changing notes of gladness,

Giving holiday to sadness,
Sweet and low its accents swell.

Peals

Loud

Low

it
it

Where

tells

of hearts united

breathes of love requited.

who

the mortal

says no,

When

sly Cupid bends his bow ?

Thus it comes to one and all,
Be they great or be they small.
Love will chain them in his thrall.

Sing
Fools

fal

who

lal

lal

Hymen's

rail at

bliss

Cease your jealous idle scorning

Taste the dew of love's fresh morning,
Heave soft sigh and steal sweet kiss.
Swift the flower of

life is

blowing,

Ripening fast for passions glowing

Cull its blossom while you may,
Death to-morrow Love to-day.
And 'twill come to you as all,
Be they great or be they small.
Love will chain you in his thrall.
Sing fal lal lal

10^1^-^LMa^^

The End
GAVE my

eave

it

of

heart to a

It

woman

her branch and root.

She bruised, she wrung, she

She cast it under foot.

tortured,

Under her feet she cast it,

She trampled it where it fell,
She broke it all to pieces,
And each was a clot of hell.
There

in

They

the rain and the sunshine,

and smouldered long

when again she viewed them,

lay

And each,
Had turned

to a living song.

VA/.

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