14 LASSWADE. 



gave me in remembrance of the day ; beginning 

 thus : 



By the grave of my fathers I'll set me a while, 

 And think of the men who, released from their toil, 

 Nor sigh for life's pleasures, nor weep for its sorrow, 

 Whose days are all joy, and who fear no to-morrow. 

 All around me is still, not a zephyr is stirring ; 



All is mute save the sheep, which now bleat on the 



hill, 

 And the croon of the muircock, which round me is 



whirring : 



All is awfully desolate, silent, and still. 

 Etc. Etc. 



I saw, in 1818, a trout caught in the garden 

 behind Muir's Inn, which weighed five pounds. 

 From all I know, it was the last of this poisoned 

 race in this place. Mark this, ye polluters and 

 defilers of pure streams. I have also fished for 

 trout at Melville Castle, and, along with my 

 father, chased many from stone to stone at Dal- 

 housie ; but l the place that once knew them, 

 knows them no more.' 



