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home. After various attempts he found it impossible even to sign his 

 name and was, therefore, obliged to tell the carrier that he must of 

 necessity defer drawing the order till next week. The carrier, how- 

 ever, took cut his pocket book, and handed the Shepherd a five-pound 

 note, which he said he could conveniently want till the next week, when 

 the order would be cashed. A little before the gloaming, Mr. Hogg's , 

 caravan cart landed for him, which he instantly took possession of; but, 

 before moving off, he shook hands with me, not at all in his usual way, 

 and at the same time stated to me that a strong presentiment had come 

 over his mind that we would never meet again. It was too true. I 

 never again saw my old friend the Shepherd, with whom I had been 

 intimately acquainted since the year 1802. 



In 1824 Christopher North wrote: 



My beloved Shepherd, some half century hence, your effigy will be* 

 seen on some bonny green knowe in the Forest, with its honest face 

 looking across St. Mary's Loch, and up towards the Gray Mare's Tail, 

 while by moonlight all your own fairies will weave a dance around its 

 pedestal. 



This prophecy is fulfilled. On June 28, 1860, was unveiled 

 the huge statue of the Shepherd at the head of St. Mary's 

 Loch, a monument that is now visible for miles in every di- 

 rection. On July 28, 1898, the Edinburgh Border Counties 

 association erected another monument to mark the site of the 

 cottage in which Hogg was born ; and upon the stone in Ettrick 

 churchyard, erected by his wife, is the following inscription: 



Here lie the mortal remains of James Hogg, the Ettrick Shepherd, 

 who was born at Ettrickhall in the year 1770, and died at Altrive Lake, 

 the 21st day of November, 1835. This stone is erected as a tribute of 

 affection by his widow, Margaret Hogg. 



Of the monuments erected to the memory of this sweet 

 singer none is so great, and let us hope that none is so lasting, 

 as that represented by the fulfilment of his own earliest wish : 

 that he should write songs that would still be sung in his 

 native valley. Such is the case. The present writer cannot 

 refrain from a personal anecdote. Once he arrived at Moffat, 

 en route for St. Mary's Loch on a day when no coach departed, 

 and he was carried over the mountains in a private convey- 

 ance. It was a cold day of driving rain not conducive to con- 

 versation. Scarcely a dozen sentences passed between him 

 and the driver till that high wall on the left of Moffatdale was 

 reached that still shows the print of ''Claver's devil horse". 

 It was pointed out by the driver, and he also related in detail 



