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felt to be coming, is better attuned to hope and joy. 
And, whatever be the season, is it not something to 
float all day beneath the shadows of Ben Venue and 
Ben Lomond, forgetting until eve, though then you 
are pleased to remember, that in three hours you may 
be back in Edinburgh or Glasgow, a better man in 
soul, body, and mind? “I shall never think on Loch 
Ard but the thought will gar me grew [shudder] again,” 
said Bailie Nicol Jarvie, thinking of the indignity he 
had suffered and the murder he had seen. “I shall 
never think on Loch Ard but the thought will soothe 
and cheer me,” will be the exclamation of every true 
angler or lover of nature that has dreamed away a 
day in that lovely scene, where, if his fish happened 
to be few, his thoughts ought to have been the more 
abundant. 
A. R. 
