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for a lifetime he never flagged in his work of gathering 

 the fruits of song and story. Burns dashed off " A 

 man's a man for a' that " in a jiffy. Yes, but for how 

 many years were his very heartstrings tingHng and his 

 blood boiling at the injustice of hereditary rank! His 

 life is in that song, not a few hours of it. 



Guildford, June 17. 

 The approach to Guildford gives us our first real 

 perfect English lane — so narrow and so bound in by 

 towering hedgerows worthy the name. Had we met 

 a vehicle at some of the prettiest turns there would 

 have been trouble, for, although the lane is not quite as 

 narrow as the pathway of the auld brig, where two 

 wheelbarrows trembled as they met, yet a four-in-hand 

 upon an English lane requires a clear track. Vegeta- 

 tion near Guildford is luxuriant enough to meet our 

 expectations of England. It was at the White Lion 

 we halted, and here came our first experience of quar- 

 ters for the night. The first dinner en route was a 

 decided success in our fine sitting-room, the American 

 flags, brought into requisition for the first time to dec- 

 orate the mantel, bringing to all sweet memories of 

 home. During our stroll to-day we stopped at a small 

 village inn before which pretty roses grew, hanging in 

 clusters upon its sides. It was a very small and hum- 

 ble inn indeed, the tile floors sanded, and the furniture 

 of the tap-room only plain wood — there were no chairs, 

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