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gestive of Burns than of Carlyle, was briefly summar- 

 ized in an item of statistics which I used to read in 

 one of the Edinburgh papers every Monday morning, 

 namely, that of the births registered during the pre- 

 vious week, invariably from ten to twelve per cent, 

 were illegitimate. The Scotch all classes of them 

 love Burns deep down in their hearts, because he 

 has expressed them, from the roots up, as none other 

 has. 



When I think of Edinburgh the vision that comes 

 before my mind's eye is of a city presided over, and 

 shone upon as it were, by two green treeless heights. 

 Arthur Seat is like a great irregular orb or half- 

 orb, rising above the near horizon there in the 

 southeast, and dominating city and country with its 

 unbroken verdancy. Its greenness seems almost to 

 pervade the air itself a slight radiance of grass, 

 there in the eastern skies. No description of Edin- 

 burgh I had read had prepared me for the striking 

 hill features that look down upon it. There is a 

 series of three hills which culminate in Arthur Seat, 

 800 feet high. Upon the first and smaller hill stands 

 the Castle. This is a craggy, precipitous rock, on 

 three sides, but sloping down into a broad gentle 

 expanse toward the east, where the old city of Edin- 

 burgh is mainly built, as if it had flowed out of 

 the Castle as out of a fountain, and spread over the 

 adjacent ground. Just beyond the point where it 

 ceases, rise Salisbury Crags to a height of 570 feet, 

 turning to the city a sheer wall of rocks like the 



