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solate. That intellectual light, which shone on the vast 

 domain, which, acting on a Roman scale, gave employ- 

 ment and a maintenance to thousands, which spanned 

 the broad waters of the Tay with a magnificent bridge, 

 and spread immense forests over wastes heretofore un- 

 productive which was evermore successfully exerted for 

 the happiness of family, friends, and dependants, and the 

 prosperity of the country at large that light that 

 master-mind, was suddenly withdrawn from us, and the 

 kindest heart that ever warmed human bosom ceased to 

 beat. Sorrow sat brooding in the halls of the great ; 

 and the rough Highlander, as he walked silently in the 

 gloom of the glen, paused, and drew his sleeve across his 

 eyes, as he thought on his departed chief. 



The bitterness of that hour is now past, and a new 

 dawn breaks over the mountains. The gallant young heir 

 returns to his native hills and floods, radiant with youth 

 and promise ; his people accept the omen. 



Proceed, noble chieftain, and fulfil your great duties like 

 him who is gathered to the tomb of his fathers ; and may 

 his mantle sit gracefully on you. May happiness and the 

 well-earned love of your dependants wait upon your foot- 

 steps ; thus the glory shall shine on your brows, and 

 depart not from the halls of your ancestors. 



Tu Marcellus eris ." 



