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woodbine on the walls and a garden in front without 

 half ejaculating, " Here with my Lydia, and with a very 

 little of that wealth which thousands know not how to 

 ' ^employ, I could be happy." Well, though not born to 

 riches, I have been born to what riches cannot purchase, 

 to the possession of an expansive heart that can be 

 sincerely attached, and happy in its attachment, and to 

 the love, the pure, disinterested, unselfish love, of a 

 talented and lovely woman. 



' Drynie Farm, Friday morning. 



1 After leaving Mr Sutor, I called at the Courier office. 

 Mr Carruthers himself had not yet come in, and in the 

 interim I took a stroll with the head printer of the 

 establishment, to the building now erecting on the 

 Castle Hill, where I saw more than twenty masons, but 

 knew only two of the squad. Ten years, and so long 

 is it since I wrought at any public work, have well nigh 

 worn out my acquaintance with my brethren of the 

 mallet ; but many of them in this part of the country 

 who do not know me personally have a kind of favour 

 for me as one who does them no discredit ; and I saw- 

 some of them whom I had been pointed out to (do smile 

 at my vanity !) looking at me with something like com- 

 placency. Masons are in general rough-looking fellows, 

 and their occupation is dusty and toilsome, but 1 know not 

 a manlier'or a better suited to exemplify Bacon's remark 

 on laborious as opposed to sedentary employments. 



' On my return I saw Mr Carruthers. He was very 

 kind, and showed me his library, and kindly offered me 

 the loan of any of his books. I saw with him a fine, shall 

 I say affecting, print of Cowper. It bore in the fixed 

 lines of the face the marks of a vigorous intellect and a 

 fine playful wit, but oh the expression of withering 



