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sure find of Presraennan, The eye wanders coast • 

 wards along the glen_, over wooded masses^ to 

 Tyningham and Newbyth, dear to old Meltonians 

 for Sir David^s memory^ and so away to Dunbar, 

 and the Pass of Dunglass^ where Cromwell foiled 

 the foe on that fearful nighty when the " sea and 

 the tempests are all abroad, all asleep but we_, and 

 there is One who rides upon the wings of the 

 wind/^ 



A drive of eight miles across country brought us 

 to Mr. Douglases homestead at Athelstaneford. It 

 lies at the foot of the glen, down which the Cocktail 

 Burn — whose wa.ters are connected, in Scottish his- 

 tory, with a bloody day between Athelstane and the 

 Picts — flows from the Garlton Hills. On the highest 

 point of the latter stands the Hopetoun Monument, 

 to te]] of valour in a more glorious field. In modest 

 contrast to it is the obelisk, just rising from the 

 centre of the village green, which the zeal of the 

 present minister, Mr. Whitelaw, has reared to the 

 memory of Blair, who, like the author of '' Douglas,^^ 

 was one of his predecessors at the manse, and sleeps 

 in the kirk-yard. 



Traprain Law is on the right, and running gra- 

 dually out near Dunbar is the bold range of the 

 Lammermoors, which Mr. Pusey skirted on his 

 second agricultural visit to East Lothian; while 

 below you is the deeply-wooded valle}^, which seems 

 to reach for miles, from Gilmerton House to that 

 '' grim niched barrier of whinstone" which shelters 



