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what makes a Scotchman proud of this peculiar Httle 

 piece of earth, and stirs his blood and fills his eyes as he 

 returns to her bosom. 



We rested over Monday night, July i8th, at Sanqu- 

 har, a long one-main-street village, whose little inn could 

 not accommodate us all, but the people were kind, and 

 the gentlemen of the party had no cause to complain of 

 their quarters. It was here that the minister absolved 

 the Cameronians from allegiance to " the ungodly king' 

 — a great step. Those sturdy Cameronians probably 

 knew little of Shakespeare, but I fancy the speech of 

 that rebel minister could not have been better ended, or 

 begun either, than with the outburst of Laertes to an- 

 other wicked king: 



" I'll not be juggled with : 

 To hell, allegiance ! " 



Bravo ! They would not be juggled with King Charles, 

 neither will their descendants be, if any king hereafter 

 is ever rash enough to try his " imperial " notions upon 

 them. That day is past, thanks to that good minister 

 and his Cameronians. I gazed upon the monument 

 erected to these worthies, and gratefully remembered 

 what the world owes to them. 



We stepped into a stationer's shop there and met 

 a character. One side of the shop was filled with the 

 publications of the Bible Society, the other with drugs. 

 " A strange combination this," I remarked. 



