[NTRODUCTION xiii 



in most salmon ri\n\ and OUghl not to remain 



in any, 



Our border stream has won the homage of maw 

 a heart; none ever beal mure truij towards her 



than that i>\' William Scrope; none would have 

 thrilled more quickly to the lay of one of her 

 latest minstrels : — 



" Brief are man's days a1 besl ; perchance 

 I waste my own, who have not Been 

 The castled palaces of Prance 



Shine on the Loire in summer green. 



" And clear and fleel Eurotas still, 



Vou tell me, laves his reedy shore, 



And tlo\v> beneath the tabled hill 



Where Dian (have the chase of vore. 



" I in. i \ not Bee them, but I doubt 

 If seen I'd find them half so fair 

 As ripples of the rising front 

 That i'ved beneath the elms of Vair. 



"Unseen, Eurotas, southward steal. 

 Unknown, Alpheus, westward glide, 

 You never heard the ringing reel, 



The music of the water side I" 1 



HERBERT MAXWELL. 



MONBEITH, 1898. 



1 Andrew Larur's Tin- Last Cast. 



