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tributes from a thousand hills from where sweet 

 Teviot sings, unceasingly, its ' farewell to Cheviot's 

 mountains blue ;' where pensive Yarrow winds like 

 a silver chain, amid ' the dowie dens,' where, in the 

 sad and silent < Forest ' 



* The wildered Ettrick wanders by, 

 Loud murmuring to the careless morn,' 



till, grown stately, massive, and brimming, ' Tweed's 

 fair river, broad and deep/ wheeling beneath the 

 donjon keep of Norham and the battlements of 

 Berwick, sinks into the ocean as glittering pure as 

 when she broke away from her native hills. Is all 

 this to vanish, and in its place a pestilential sewer ? 

 Is that which spreads health and beauty around to 

 become an eyesore, extending over half the breadth 

 of Scotland 1 Shall the turrets of Abbotsford be 

 reflected from a monster gutter, all stains and stench 1 ? 

 Shall fair Melrose, instead of being * viewed aright 

 by the pale moonlight/ be nosed in the dark ? 

 Forbid it, all the powers of Parliament ! If, in- 

 deed, that prohibition could not be uttered without 

 destroying or impeding the brisk and cheerful in- 

 dustry which has sprung up among these sweet 

 hills, there might be nothing for it but to sigh and 

 submit. But it would be almost profane to doubt 

 that from so great an evil there must be means of 

 escape that Hawick may prosper, and yet Tweed 

 be preserved." 



If trout alone were concerned, there is little 

 doubt that they would be left to their fate, and 



