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bank, near the old ash trees, to heave his last 

 gasp, while the long slanting sunbeams gilded 

 his gorgeous garniture of silvery scales. Meet 

 termination this to his reign ; fit deathbed, too, 

 for the hero of a hundred fights, whether by 

 flood or field. But to be found on a bleak 

 December morning, lying long and lank on the 

 strand, as if his own pure native Spey had re- 

 jected him, the glorious glitter of his scaly vesture 

 dimmed, his symmetry nowhere, his fins ragged 

 looking the very ghost of what he was and 

 a gash in his throat, suggesting that want made 

 the miserable creature commit suicide by running 

 himself against some sharp root stump in the river 

 bank that surely was a most ignominious end !' 



in, 



The beautiful ruin, the Cathedral, attracts 

 many visitors, and is well worth a visit. A 

 curious story is connected with it. Gullian, a 

 beggar and her son, lived here for years among 

 the ruins ; and how the same son, after making- 

 his fortune in India, returned to his native place, 

 and bestowed so much to build schools, and endow 

 them. The Lossie you may pass, unless in flood. 



