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fore the humble cot of Jeannie Deans shall fade from 

 the memory of man. The time will come when the 

 largest son of time, who wandering sang to a listening 

 world, shall be as much forgot 



" As the canoe that crossed a lonely lake 

 A thousand years ago." 



But even the New Zealander who stands on the ruins 

 of London Bridge will know something of Walter Scott 

 if he knows much worth knowing. "Abbotsford to 

 let !" This to come to us just as we were passing one 

 of the haunts of Scott, than whom no greater Scot ever 

 lived save one. Fortunately no such blow is possible for 

 the memory of Burns. 



" After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well ; 

 Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison, 



Malice domestic, nothing. 



Can touch him further ! " 



For this let us be thankful. We visited Words- 

 worth's grave reverently in the twilight. Fresh, very 

 fresh flowers lay upon it. God bless the hand that 

 strewed them there this day ! I think the following 

 the one very great thing he gave the world ; it contains 

 " the golden guess which ever is the morning star to 

 the full round of truth." The thought of the age — 

 whether right or wrong we need not discuss — is hither- 

 ward : 



