218 A Scottish Trout Stream. 



But wavy lines of hills, high, massive, broad, 



That rise and fall, and flowing softly fine 



In haughs of grassy sward, a deep-hued green."* 



And truly what a contrast there is between the 

 brawling foaming torrent below Yair and the sunny 

 repose of such sheets as we give of Hare Craig Pool, 

 below Dryburgh, and the famous Sprouston Dub, 

 beloved of anglers ! But it is true also that there is a 

 varied music of human hearts, of dim-hued memories, 

 and high ambitions foiled and overthrown, and pas- 

 sions and disappointed hopes that keep time to its music 

 as it flows for ever, inalienable, beautiful, glad and 

 undying : 



" Great nature mocks us if the heart can take 

 No tribute of high memory to invest 

 Her beauty with the sense of love and good." 



In some respects the tributaries of such a river as 

 the Tweed will be found as interesting, or even more 

 interesting, than the river itself. Some of them have 

 been finely celebrated in Professor Veitch's poem, 

 "The Tweed." Not to speak of the Lyne and the 

 Manor, which flow into it from north and south above 

 Peebles ; the latter, with its rushing water, leaping, 

 laughing, and rolling through steep and lofty moun- 

 tains, and high up in whose solitary valley abode David 

 Ritchie, the original of Scott's "Black Dwarf;" or of 

 the Leithen, lower down, which, after sweeping through 

 a greeny vale, throws its ample stream into the more 

 level region of the river, where the gently rising banks 

 are richly wooded, only in the pass beyond Yair to 

 narrow and rush on, foaming, impetuous, as Sir Walter 

 Scott has painted it : 



* "The Tweed and other Poems," by Professor John Veitch, LL.D. 



