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CHAPTEE IV. 
Bethink thee of the vales, 
With their birds and blossoms fair— 
Of the darkling nightingales, 
That charm the starry air, 
In the south, the gentle south ; 
Ah ! om^ own dear home is there ! 
There's nae hame like my ain hame— 
O I wush that I were there ! 
There's nae hame like my ain hame, 
To be met wi' ony where ; 
And 0 that I were back again. 
To our farm and fields sae green. 
And heard the tongues o' my ain folk, 
And were what I hae been ! — Moir. 
One great point in a tour is the sort of talk you 
meet with during its course. On the coach or in 
the steamer you are thrown into much nearer 
relationship with your fellow passengers, than on 
the less sociable railway. Unhappy they who 
