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beyond, formed a picture which kept us long upon 

 the hill. 



In their day, what bustling men were these doughty 

 Douglases — full of sturt and strife — the very ideal repre- 

 sentatives of the warrior bold, who made their way and 

 held their own by the strength of their good right arms, 



" A steede, a steede of matchless speede, 

 A sword of metal keene. 

 All else to noble minds is dross, 

 All else on earth is meane ; ' 



And O the thundering press of knights, 

 When loud their war cries swell, 

 Might serve to call a saint from heaven 

 Or rouse a fiend from helle." 



This was their ideal — the very reverse, thank God, of the 

 ideal of to-day — but note how peacefully they lie now 

 in the little antiquated church in this obscure valley. 

 What shadows we are ! What shadows we pursue ! This 

 vein once started in the Scotch gloaming upon the hills, 

 where the coloring of the scene is so sombre as to be not 

 only seen but felt, must be indulged in sparingly, or some 

 of the Charioteers might soon have to record a new ex- 

 perience — a fit of the blues. But this was prevented by 

 comparing the advance made by the race upon this 

 question of war within the past century. The '/ pro- 

 fession of arms " is very soon to be rated as it deserves. 

 The apology for it will be the same as for any other 

 of the butchering trades — it is necessary. Granted for 



