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not of very good quality ; and there is a fair sprinkling 

 of salmon during tlie angling months. 



We shall now take our leave of this most interest- 

 ing river, with the insertion of the following beautiful 

 lines, written by a lady, and published in Blackwood's 

 Magazine, about twenty years ago : — 



" Roll on, bright Tweed, roll on, 



And let thy waters be 

 A tribute to the many waves 



Of dark and heaving sea ! 

 Many clear, winding streams 



On thy broad bosom meet. 

 And the sea with gentle murmurings 



Their mingled tides will greet. 

 EoU on then, Tweed, until they be 

 Lost in the waves of the deep, dark sea. 



Thy banks are rich and fair. 



Thy woods wave green and wild, 

 And thou bearest many a roving rill, 



The distant mountain's child. 

 EoU on then, kingly river, 



By castle, hall, and tower — 

 By palace proud and lowly cot — 



By greenwood, glen, and bower. 

 EoU on, roll on, until ye gain 

 The wild waves of the restless main. 



As by thy sun-lit waters 

 "With wandering eyes I stand, 



And gaze on all the varied scenes 

 Of this fair, pleasant land, 



I think — bright flowing river- 

 How much has come and gone 



While on thy wide and winding path 

 Thou hast been rolling on ; — 



Still rolling on, unchanged and free. 



To the bounding waves of the deep, dark sea. 



How many eyes are closed in death, 



How many hearts are cold, 

 How many youthful forms have sunk 



Before the grey and old — 

 How many in these scattered homes 



Have come and passed away, 

 Fleeting and fair, as the bright sun's beam, 



Or like the meteor's ray — 

 Whose course through time passed on like thee 

 To the billows of eternity ! 



