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awa.” The second was discussed, for Mr. Chafts
had done ample justice to it; but my master, not
feeling himself inclined to reply to all his jargon,
proposed taking a short walk, and withdrew,
signifying that he would return shortly. It was
a fine evening, and my master feeling himself
in a melancholy mood, extended his walk. The
moon was in her crescent, arrayed like a bride
on her bridal morn, tinging with her silvery
light the antique pile where hoary grandeur
still presides, and whose massy walls have with¬
stood in their rock-girt strength the thunders of
war and the storms of a thousand years. Not
a cloud was seen to ruffle the blue ether of
night’s studded canopy, and Venus sparkled
like a diamond on the blue mantle of heaven—
the trees were still—the zephyr was at rest—
a soft hum spread over the city—when, as my
master was going along Princes Street, his ear
was arrested by the sweet melody of a female
voice, which stole on his charmed senses, and
seemed as a lute breathing its harmony in a
lonely vale, when the winds are hushed. Yet,
no one heeded—the hand of charity was cold,
and withheld from her, who had all the appear¬
ance of having one day needed it not. She
awa.” The second was discussed, for Mr. Chafts
had done ample justice to it; but my master, not
feeling himself inclined to reply to all his jargon,
proposed taking a short walk, and withdrew,
signifying that he would return shortly. It was
a fine evening, and my master feeling himself
in a melancholy mood, extended his walk. The
moon was in her crescent, arrayed like a bride
on her bridal morn, tinging with her silvery
light the antique pile where hoary grandeur
still presides, and whose massy walls have with¬
stood in their rock-girt strength the thunders of
war and the storms of a thousand years. Not
a cloud was seen to ruffle the blue ether of
night’s studded canopy, and Venus sparkled
like a diamond on the blue mantle of heaven—
the trees were still—the zephyr was at rest—
a soft hum spread over the city—when, as my
master was going along Princes Street, his ear
was arrested by the sweet melody of a female
voice, which stole on his charmed senses, and
seemed as a lute breathing its harmony in a
lonely vale, when the winds are hushed. Yet,
no one heeded—the hand of charity was cold,
and withheld from her, who had all the appear¬
ance of having one day needed it not. She
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Description | Thousands of printed books from the Antiquarian Books of Scotland collection which dates from 1641 to the 1980s. The collection consists of 14,800 books which were published in Scotland or have a Scottish connection, e.g. through the author, printer or owner. Subjects covered include sport, education, diseases, adventure, occupations, Jacobites, politics and religion. Among the 29 languages represented are English, Gaelic, Italian, French, Russian and Swedish. |
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