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Abbey Abbots Abbotsford afterwards appeared banks beautiful Border born building called Castle CHAPTER close complete cottage daughter David Brewster delight died dogs Douglas Dryburgh earth Edinburgh Eildons face fair father feet fell ford grave guests half hand head heart hills Hope Scott hour inscriptions interest Italy James John Lady Laidlaw land least less letters literary lived Lock Lockhart London look Lord March Melrose mind morning never night once Painter unknown passed perhaps picture picturesque present probably reached remains river Robert romance round ruin says scene Scottish seemed seen side Sir Walter Scott stone success surely things thou thought tower trees turned Tweed visitors wall whole wife wood writes young
Page 122 - Sir Walter breathed his last, in the presence of all his children. It was a beautiful day so warm, that every window was wide open and so perfectly still, that the sound of all others most delicious to his ear, the gentle ripple of the Tweed over its pebbles, was distinctly audible as we knelt around the bed, and his eldest son kissed and closed his eyes.
Page 134 - I have been watching it it fascinates my eye it never stops page after page is finished and thrown on that heap of MS., and still it goes on unwearied and so it will be till candles are brought in, and God knows how long after that. It is the same every night I can't stand a sight of it when I am not at my books.
Page 122 - I may have but a minute to speak to you. My dear, be a good man be virtuous be religious be a good man. Nothing else will give you any comfort when you come to lie here.
Page 124 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ...
Page 59 - Tom Purdie and his subalterns had preceded us by a few hours with all the greyhounds that could be collected at Abbotsford, Darnick, and Melrose; but the giant Maida had remained as his master's orderly, and now gambolled about Sibyl Grey, barking for mere joy like a spaniel puppy. The order of march had been all settled, and the sociable was just getting under weigh, when the Lady Anne broke from the line, screaming with laughter, and exclaimed, " Papa, papa, I knew you could never think of going...
Page 82 - Down from that strength had spurrM their horse, Their southern rapine to renew, Far in the distant Cheviots blue, And, home returning, fill'd the hall With revel, wassail-rout, and brawl.
Page 60 - He tried to look stern, and cracked his whip at the creature, but was in a moment obliged to join in the general cheers. Poor piggy soon found a strap round...
Page 92 - I have been for some time in the rich scenery about Edinburgh, which is like ornamented garden land, I begin to wish myself back again among my own honest grey hills ; and if I did not see the heather at least once a year, I think I should die!
Page 134 - I shall be well enough presently, if you will only let me sit where you are, and take my chair; for there is a confounded hand in sight of me here, which has often bothered me before, and now it won't let me fill my glass with a good will.