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spouts ; and are a lively emblem of the cataracts 

 of Nile. From whence we descend to the Kirk 

 of Compsy ; near to which kirk runs the memo- 

 rable Anderwick, a rapid river of strong and stiff 

 streams ; whose fertil banks refresh the borderer, 

 and whose fords, if well examined, are arguments 

 sufficient to convince the angler of trout ; as are 

 her deeps, when consulted, the noble race and 

 treasure of salmon ; or remonstrate his ignorance 

 in the art of angling. Besides this Anderwick, 

 there are many other small rivulets that glide 

 up and down these solitary parts, omitted in this 

 paragraph, because not having time to insert 

 them. 



Theoph. This travelling state (Arnoldus) re- 

 minds me of the old proverb (viz.) A rolling 

 stone gathers no moss, nor we any money ; which 

 runs somewhat parallel. But it's all one in time, 

 for time must be untim'd in the cusp of eterni- 

 ty ; then shall we be found in an eternal state : 

 and as eternity is infinite in it self, so is it the 

 ray of the majesty of God, who created the hea- 

 vens, the elements and orbs ; and gave unto 

 them perpetual motion and rotation, predestina- 

 ted to the ends of time, unmeasurable by any 

 except himself. Whilst thus contemplating 

 what's sacred and divine, we trace along the gli- 

 ding streams of Anderwick, guarded with trees, 

 and knotty rocks ; as delightful and pleasant, for 



