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vegetation. It is when these contrasts are suddenly 

 and closely brought within the same vista that one 

 sees and feels how the Creator has honored the labor 

 of human hands, and lifted it up into partnership with 

 His omnipotences in chronicling the consecutive cen- 

 turies of the earth in illuminated capitals of this joint 

 handwriting. It is a grand and impressive sight one 

 of those dark-browed hills of the Border-land, bearded 

 to its rock-ridged forehead with such bush-bristles and 

 haired with matted heather. In nature it is what a 

 painted Indian squaw in her blanket, eagle feathers 

 and moccasins is in the world of humanity. We look 

 upon both with a species of admiration, as contrasts 

 with objects whose worth is measured by the com- 

 parison. The Empress Eugenie and the Princess 

 of Wales, and wives and sisters lovelier still to the 

 circles of humble life, look more beautiful and graceful 

 when the eye turns to them from a glance at the best- 

 looking squaw of the North American wilds. And so 

 looked the well-dressed hills on each side of the Teviot, 

 compared with the uncultured and stunted mountains 

 among which I had so recently walked. 



Ascending from Teviotdale, I passed the Earl of 



Minto's seat, a large and modern-looking mansion, 



surrounded with beautiful grounds and noble trees, and 



commanding a grand and picturesque view of valley 



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