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moves the long grass, and carries the sweet summer 

 fragrance of the country into the doors and open 

 windows of the kirk. I like the plain orthodox 

 sermon (if not too long), the simple old-fashioned 

 singing (if not too loud), and I like the benedic- 

 tion. 



After kirk we went to the Eraser's Arms to 

 talk over with John Fraser certain arrangements 

 previous to our leaving the country, for, alas ! 

 pleasant times were drawing to a close ; still, as 

 Fred remarked, it somewhat broke our fall to 

 speculate on the approaching visit to Dunesk, where 

 we should meet our friends, hunt the roe, and get a 

 swim in the sea ; yet were we sorry to think of a 

 good-bye to Ardenmohr : it must, however, be soon 

 now. 



On arriving at the Lodge we, as usual on Sundays, 

 had an hour or two among books, and then a long 

 walk before dinner. 



In the evening the people came in for the reading, 

 Major Duncan acting chaplain ; and not only did they 

 always come willingly, but usually brought some of 

 their acquaintances. 



When they had left, Ward remarked that it was 

 satisfactory when those about us took an interest in 



