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way. The clerk of the factory made out an invoice of 

 the first lot to a London house under the name of 

 Twilled goods. The London man read it Tweeds, 

 instead of Twilled, and ever since they have gone by 

 that title. As Sir Walter Scott was at that time 

 making the name "Tweed" illustrious, the mistake 

 was a very lucrative one to the manufacturers of the 

 article. Here, too, in this border town commences 

 that chain of birth-places of eminent men, who have 

 honored Scotland with their lives and history. Here 

 was born James Wilson, once the editor of The Econo- 

 mist, who worked his way up, through intermediate 

 positions of public honor and trust, to that of Finance 

 Minister for India, and died at the meridian of his 

 manhood in that country of dearly-bought distinctions. 

 On Tuesday, Sept. 8th, I commenced my walk 

 northward from this threshold town of Scotland. Fol- 

 lowed down the Teviot to Denholm, the birth-place 

 of the celebrated poet and linguist, Dr. John Leyden, 

 another victim who offered himself a sacrifice to the 

 costly honors and emoluments of East Indian official 

 life. One great thought fired his soul in all the 

 perils and privations of that deadly climate. It was 

 to ascend one niche higher in knowledge of oriental 

 tongues than Sir William Jones. He labored to this 

 owl with a desperate assiduity that perhaps was never 



