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guests embark when Scott went to meet Canning 

 at Mr. Bolton's, and the fine regatta took place, 

 (under the direction of Christopher North) which 

 is celebrated in Lockhart's Life of Scott. This was 

 only two years before Canning's death, and seven 

 before that of Scott. Mr. and Mrs. Bolton are 

 gone, and Christopher North himself has followed. 



It is probable that no stranger ever sees that 



pier at Storrs without thinking of Professor 



Wilson; and, indeed, there is no spot 



^ilsos? m the neighbourhood with which his 

 memory, and the gratitude of his 

 readers, is not associated. Any where such a pre- 

 sence is rarely seen ; and it was especially impressive 

 in the places he best loved to haunt. More than 

 one person has said that Wilson reminded them of 

 the first man, Adam ; so full was his large frame of 

 vitality, force, and sentience. His tread seemed to 

 shake the ground, aud his glance to pierce through 

 stone walls; and, as for his voice, there was no 

 heart that could stand before it. In his hour of 

 emotion, he swept away all hearts, whithersoever 

 he would. No less striking was it to see him 

 in a mood of repose, as he was seen when steer- 

 ing the packet-boat that used to pass between 

 Bowness and Ambleside, before the steamers were 

 put upon the lake. Sitting motionless, with his 

 hand upon the rudder, in the presence of journey- 

 men and market-women, and his eye apparently 

 looking beyond everything into nothing, and his 

 mouth closed above his beard, as if he meant 

 never to speak again, he was cmite as impressive 

 and immortal an image as he could have been 

 to the students of his moral philosophy class, or the 



