48 EEMINISCENCES OF THE LEWS. 



your well-stocked moor, or partridge ground, 

 will produce a more perfect machine ; but it is 

 your wild, not overstocked country, that forms 

 the beau ideal of what the setter or pointer 

 should be — speed, nose, pluck, and energy, 

 combined with perfect stanchness, and that 

 wonderful instinct or reasoning faculty which 

 the dog possesses. 



For developing these qualities I know no 

 country like the Lews ; and as I sit and look 

 at WJiaclc, and call back to memory our last 

 evening on its hills together, poor Morris's old 

 song haunts me. It runs, I believe, — 



" And when the lesson strikes my head, 

 My weary heart grows cold." 



