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Scottish shepherd life did we get from his conversation. 

 He was a happy, contented man, and ever so grateful 

 that he was not condemned to live in a city. He 

 thought such a cramped-up life would soon kill him. 



Good-bye, my gentle shepherd and " Tweed " and 

 " Rab," your faithful, sagacious companions. Your life 

 leads to contentment, and where will you find that jewel 

 when you leave mother earth and her products, her 

 heather and her burns, your doggies and your sheep ? 



Davie, in Andrew M 's absence, sang us that 



song whose prettiest verse, though all are fine, is this : 



" See yonder paukie shepherd 

 Wha lingers on the hill, 

 His ewes are in the fauld 

 And his sheep are lying still." 



Softly, softly, pianissimo, my boy! These lines 

 must be sung so, not loudly like the other verses. 

 Andrew knows the touch. 



" But he downa gang to rest, 

 For his heart is in a flame 

 To meet his bonnie lassie, 

 When the kye come hame." 



And so we parted from our shepherd, the chorus of 

 our song reaching him over the moors till he faded out 

 of sight. I am sure we wish him week Happiness is 

 not all in the higher walks of life ; and surely in vir- 

 tue's paths the cottage leaves the palace far behind. 



