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loudly to the inward man than a thousand tongues, 

 must have greatly heightened their devotions must 

 have impressed them with a vague sense of infinity 

 of the littleness of human life and of the gran- 

 deur of a divine existence and eternity. 



" At the risk of their lives with their flocks they would meet, 

 In storm and in tempest, in rain and in sleet ; 

 Where the mists in the moor-glens lay darkest 'twas there, 

 In the thick cloud concealed, they assembled for prayer. 



" In cities the wells of salvation were sealed, 

 More brightly to burst in the moor and the field ; 

 And the spirit which fled from the dwellings of men, 

 Like the manna-cloud rained round the cup in the glen." 



In fishing the Nith from its highest feeders down 

 to Sanquhar, we found brown-coloured flies very 

 successful ; but still, even here, no general rules can 

 be laid down on this subject. As an instance of this, 

 while we were one day fishing the stream, and 

 obtaining fair sport with coloured fly, we saw two 

 country lads, one using a black fly, and the other a 

 very light grey one, both appearing as successful as 

 ourselves. 



The Crawick Water enters the Eith near to San- 

 quhar, and having had a run up its banks, we were 

 delighted with them. It is a pastoral stream, which 



wends its course in a south-western direction until it 

 falls into the Nith at the place just mentioned. The 

 whole range of the Crawick exhibits scenes of sur- 

 passing interest and beauty. The mountains by its 

 side, covered with a lively verdure, present the 



