230 A Scottish Trout Stream. 



aspect, as it steals round its banks, fir-fringed, with 

 many a bend and circuit, and staying its waters, as 

 though it were loath to leave behind it such a paradise. 

 It seems like a lover looking back at a loved one, 

 lingering and gazing still and beckoning farewell. 

 The more surely is this the case when the full moon 

 looks down and makes a milder softer daylight, leaving 

 his trace upon the water in many a rippling curving 



bend faint images and prophecies of himself, when 

 he shall become but a crescent in the sky once 

 more. Such a scene as this might indeed tempt one 

 to exclaim 



" Beautiful moon, so soft, so bright, 

 Walking the pathways by the night. 



Over the clouds like a ship you leap, 

 Leaving a track of pearl to keep 



