102 Church-yard of Boyndie. [cuap. vL 
heaven for his blanket. His ear was always open for the 
sounds of nature, and when the lark was caroling his early 
hymn of praise, long before the sun had risen, Edward would 
rise and watch for day-break— 
“When from the naked top 
Of some bold headland he beheld the sun 
Rise up, and bathe the world in light.” 
In the course of his wanderings inland he was frequently 
overtaken by storms in the hills. He carried no cloak, nor 
plaid, nor umbrella, so that he often got completely soaked 
before he could find shelter. ; 
One of the most remarkable nights Edward ever spent 
was under a grave-stone in the church-yard of Boyndie. 
The church of this parish was at one time situated in the 
midst of the church-yard; but as it was found inconven- 
ient, and at a considerable distance from the bulk of the 
parishioners, it was removed inland, leaving but a gable-end 
of the old church standing. The church-yard, however, is 
still used as a burying-place. It stands on a high piece of 
ground overlooking the sea, about two miles west of Banff. 
In clear days, the bold, rugged, precipitous coast is to be 
seen, extending eastward as far as Crovie Head. But the 
night of which we speak was very dark; the sky was over- 
hung with rolling clouds; the sea was moaning along the 
shore. Edward expected a wild night, as he had seen the 
storm brewing before he left home. Nevertheless, he went 
out as usual. 
He had always regarded a thunder-storm as one of the 
grandest sights. He rejoiced in the warring of the ele- 
ments by day, and also by night when the inhabitants of 
the earth were wrapped in sleep. As he approached old 
Boyndie, the storm burst. The clouds were ripped open, 
and the zigzag lightning threw a sudden flood of light over 
land and sea. Torrents of rain followed, in the midst of 
which Edward ran into the church- yard, and took shel- 
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