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Another song followed, which I thought equally ap- 

 propriate, for it tells us that " Ilka blade o' grass keps 

 its ain drap o' dew." Ah, the shepherd's drops of the 

 dew of life are often what princes vainly sigh for. 



After many miles up and down, we finally reached 

 the top of the hill from which we saw lying before us, 

 fourteen miles away, the modern Athens. There was 

 no mistaking Arthur's Seat, the lion crouching there. 

 " Stop, Perry ! " Three times three for the " Queen of 

 the Unconquered North ! " '' What do you think of 

 Scotland noo ? " Match that city who can ! Not on 

 this planet will you do it, search where you may. 



It was only a few miles from where we now stood 

 that Fitz Eustace, enraptured with the scene, 



" And making demi-volte in air, 

 Cried, Where's the coward that would not dare 

 To fight for such a land ! " 



Fight for it ? I guess so, to the death ! Scotland 

 forever ! 



We were about completing one stage of our journey, 

 for Edinburgh had been looked forward to as one of the 

 principal points we had to reach, and we were to rest 

 there a few days before marching upon the more ancient 

 metropolis, Dunfermline. Most of us had been steadily 

 at work since we left Brighton, and the prospect of a 

 few days' respite was an agreeable one ; but after all it 

 was surprising how fresh even the ladies were. Still, 



