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renewed affectionate intercourse with Mr. William Mack and his two sisters, whom I had intimately known at Clipstone as children. Having fulfilled our engagements in the district, Mr. Hinton returned to London, and I went on to Scotland to attend a similar series of meetings there.

It is not easy to give adequate expression to the feelings excited by the prospect of visiting Scotland for the first time! Expectation was wrought up to the highest pitch. What one had read, and what one had heard, was rapidly reviewed; and perhaps the imagination invested the picture thus mentally drawn with "colours not its own." Enough, however, that I was about to see a land of which I had heard and read so much-a land whose history had been so eventful; where contests largely affecting the well-being of both kingdoms had been fought out and decided; whose people are amongst the bravest of the brave, and alike hardy and industrious-a land as full of beautiful and varied scenery-mountains, lochs, rivers, burns, braes, islands, cultivated straths, highland moors, and wild forests, with spacious harbours and rock-bound shores—as any region of the earth of equal size. Moreover, its beautiful cities; its large, prosperous, growing towns; its mineral treasures, and extending manufactures; its vast fishing interests; its picturesque villages and hamlets, and antique ruins of old castles; together with its four universities, seats of learning whose fame reaches to the ends of the earth, and whence have issued men who have adorned every department of science, literature, and art, and extended and enriched every walk of commerce-men eminently distinguished for their courage and daring in the perilous enterprises of foreign travel, and in battle both by sea and land, and who have acquired an imperishable renown in the senate, at the bar, and on the bench-combine to make Scotland an object of the intensest interest to every thoughtful and generous mind..

From Berwick I had for companions two Lowland farmers, both of whom were humorists-one especially, who had a trick, when he said anything racy, of rubbing his hands together and cracking his knuckles all round! His own laugh at his varied sallies, which greatly amused his companion, was perfectly infectious; and I very much regretted that comparative ignorance of the Scottish dialect, a fine and almost unsurpassed vehicle for the expression of the droll and the humorous, prevented my enjoying their talk as I should do if I heard it now.

One observation struck me forcibly, the meaning of which I was

determined to make out. They were speaking of some person who had recently died. One highly commended him for the wise distribution of his property among very many needy relations, when the other remarked, "Gowd is gude that rows;" and forthwith he laughed and cracked his knuckles.

"Will you kindly tell me," I asked," the meaning of what you have just said, for I am a Southerner, and don't quite catch it, and it seems worth knowing?"

"Dinna ye ken the meaning of 'gowd is gude'?"

"Yes, I fancy I do.

Gowd is what we call gold, and gude is good,

and so money is when one has plenty of it, and knows how to use it; and I wish all people who have it only knew that."

“Ay, then I am just thinking you are near aboot richt there.” "But what do you mean by 'Gowd is gude that rows'?"

"Why, now, gowd that just rins aboot, and is nae in ane body's hand, but circulates, as you would say."

"Thank you for that. I am visiting Scotland on behalf of missions to the heathen, and, depend on it, I shall not forget to make use of your remark."

And so, wherever I went, I did not fail to enforce most strongly the maxim, Gowd is gude that rows!

There is a peculiar interest in going through a country one has never seen before; and, while that between Newcastle and Berwick has nothing very striking in its aspect, the first sight of Berwick and the beautiful River Tweed, the boundary between England and Scotland, could not fail to awaken feelings of unusual pleasure. Since that time I have gone along its banks, up to Melrose and Abbotsford, and so far from wondering at the vivid descriptions of it which one reads in Scott's writings, or in the "Noctes" of Wilson, every true lover of Nature must heartily sympathise with them. It is a noble stream, and "beautiful exceedingly.”

The remains of Melrose Abbey are too well known to our readers to render any description of them necessary by me. They are very fine —have their own characteristics-and forcibly remind one of those of Tintern, which are among the finest in the South. I was disappointed in Abbotsford. Not certainly as to its situation, for that is exquisite; but the house, though intended to be the residence of a " county family," seemed to me neither castle, nor hall, nor mansion. It has no large rooms, nothing imposing in its exterior, and seems to have

been built by piecemeal, rather than with any fixed design from the first. It is full of pretty things, many of them very curious, gathered from all parts of the world, and some of historic interest and value, especially those which illustrate Scottish manners and customs of an age long since past. Its interest chiefly lies in its being the residence of Scott-the house where he lived so long, and wrote so many of his wonderful tales-where he received his numerous friends and visitors -dispensing a hearty, profuse hospitality, and enlivening intercourse with them by his genial humour and unfailing kindness. No room in the house had so strong an attraction for me as his study, which was shut off from the library. What a snug, cosy box it was! The books were arranged in shelves reaching up to the ceiling, and, being such as he needed, they were always at hand; and here he worked during the morning, his guests little dreaming what their host was about. It was easy to fancy "the Great Unknown" sitting in his chair, his fine dogs couched at his feet, and Tom Purday walking outside, waiting to accompany his master to the woods they both so truly loved. One could not look on Abbotsford and think of the wreck of Scott's ambition to found a family, of the inroads which death had made in his household, and the commercial losses which overwhelmed him, without feelings of the deepest sympathy;-or of the painful struggles of his later days, the lofty integrity which moved him to such efforts to pay his debts, and the heroic spirit with which he bore up against these calamities, and not be stirred with emotions of intense admiration, mingled with a pensive regret that his sun should have set in clouds of weakness and distress. Mentally and morally Scott was a great man.

The road from Berwick to Edinburgh lies through a region where events happened of vast importance, and which have greatly influenced the future of both countries. If they came within the scope of such a paper as this, one could write about them at great length. They are, however, recorded in history, and immortalised in thrilling

song.

The evening was far advanced ere Edinburgh was reached, and every preconceived notion of its beauty was more than surpassed by the first glimpse of it. I surprised my companions by exclaiming, as I rose up to get a better view, "Why, there's Arthur's Seat-there are Salisbury Craigs-that's Calton Hill!"

"And what maks ye sae glad to see Auld Reekie, sin' ye said

ye were frae the South? Ye maun be weel acquaint with it; and maybe ye hae some freens that ye expect to see?"

"I never saw it before. This is my first visit to Scotland-the first time I have been over the border."

"Ay, but that's just vera strange. Hoo do ye ken the place sae weel if this is the first sight o't?"

"Just before I left home I read Scott's Heart of Midlothian,' and now I see how accurate and vivid his descriptions are."

"If that be sae, it speaks vera weel for our great countryman." After due arrangements had been made at " mine inn," I rushed up to the top of Calton Hill, and looked on the scene spread out at my feet. It was a splendid moonlight night, so clear that even distant objects could be easily distinguished. There lay the city, with all its architectural buildings, beautiful squares, and ample streets. The Pentland Hills on the one hand, and the glistening waters of the Firth of Forth on the other-the Castle raised on the rugged pile of rock, fit place for a fortress, something like that on which Windsor Castle stands, and strongly resembling the Wrekin, in Shropshire, only not so lofty-the striking contrast between the old town and the new; the former having houses, nine and ten stories high, with lights gleaming from every window-and Arthur's Seat rising in calm majesty above all, with its summit resembling a recumbent lion, made up a scene such as I had never beheld before. And how beautiful appears a fine city or a fine landscape in moonlight-more beautiful by far than by day. The outlines of buildings are as distinctly seen, but somehow their sharpness seems smoothed away, and they and all surrounding objects are more blended together into a softened harmony than when bright sunlight pours upon them.

Warned by the clocks striking the first hour of morning, with great reluctance I left the hill. It was well I went up when I did, for during the whole of my subsequent stay Edinburgh was wrapped in the folds of a thorough Scotch mist!

Angels.

BY THE LATE REV. W. ROBINSON, CAMBRIDGE.

T is at once the duty and happiness of the servants of Christ to look at things that are not seen. They are to live by faith in an invisible Saviour, "whom, having not seen, we love." Nor does their faith look to Him alone; their affections are to be set on things above, where He sitteth. The existence of an invisible state is to engage their thoughts-its treasures are to be the object of their hope. Of these things invisible we know nothing for certainty, excepting what we are told in the Bible. Its disclosures are but very partial, probably because of our inaptitude, as we are at present constituted, to know more about them, as also from the inconsistency of a full revelation with the discipline of the present state, the essential peculiarity of which is this, that "we walk by faith, not by sight." Still, there is much made known to us about a state unseen, and such disclosures it behoves us carefully to mark, and, to the utmost of our ability, to improve. We stand in a relation to heaven and its glories similar to that in which the Israelites of old stood to the Christian dispensation. The wiser of them looked through the type to the antitype. Diligently did they inquire after the meaning of the strange things exhibited before their eyes or brought to their ears; and they caught a glimpse of good things to come, being, however, far from reaching to that degree of knowledge and of cheering hope to which they might have risen. Even the apostles, when the things foretold were rapidly receiving their accomplishment, were slow of heart to believe what had been written. It is our part, now, to inquire and search diligently after the meaning of what is written in the Bible respecting things by us not seen as yet-to look, as guided by the testimony of Scripture, into the world invisible, and live under the apprehension of its existence, under the influence of its attraction.

Among the things unseen of which the Bible tells us for our comfort and improvement, angels occupy a conspicuous place; and to the Scripture testimony concerning them, and the use we should

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