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man to stifle feelings nature has gifted him with, and that they will burst 

 forth when she calls. Nor is this all. There must have been a heart- 

 felt consciousness in the old couple that their good conduct could alone 

 have entitled them to this publicly-bestowed honour. No wonder then 

 that — as I have already said he is — Lord Elcho is popular. Pride and 

 ill-nature will be hated in spite of all the wealth and all the greatness 

 this world can bestow; but civility is always safe. Even the double 

 diadem of Demetrius could not command regard. 



In an hour from this time, the Dunse party mounted the double- 

 bodied phaeton that had brought them to Kelso; Mr. Fletcher 

 Campbell remounted his hack; and, like the Doctor in the fable, the 

 redoubted Peter 



"Took his leave with signs of sorrow. 

 Despairing- of his fee to-morrow." 



And what was left for me? Nothing but Noctes Ambrosianse in Black- 

 wood's Magazine — a great treat I admit, and a substitute for most things, 

 save fox-hunting — until a walk into the country was proposed by Mr. 

 Callander, the ladies following us in his carriage, to inspect the house 

 of a gentleman* in the neighbourhood, conspicuous for his classical taste 

 in books, pictures, and statues. 



Tuesday, 25th. The frost disappeared as suddenly as it came, and the 

 duke's hounds met this day at a place called Rutherford, distant from 

 Kelso about four miles ; but I have very little to say of sport. The 

 ground was hard and slippery, the country bad, and the fox worse than 



* INIr. Waldie, then absent at Bath. 



