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without issue, the representation of the Fernie grandeur of the ever-changing ocean, even herst Kers came to an end and devolved insipid. At first I was surprised, but the next on the fourth Earl of Lothian, who in 1701 was moment I felt that the expression was natural.” created Marquis of Lothian. Then the estate Continuing, she says—“The valley of the Jed and title have come down to the present Marquis, is very solitary under Fernieherst, we walked who has done much for the preservation of the down.to the river, wading almost up to the knee picturesque old castle of Fernieherst.
in ferns, which in many parts overspread the Not the least interesting of the memories forest ground. We were accompanied by a which gather around Fernieherst is the visit of young man from the Braes of Yarrow, William Scott and Wordsworth on 2 ist September, 1803. Laidlaw, an acquaintance of Mr. Scott's, who, The visit is thus described by the poet's sister having been much delighted by some of William's Dorothy:-“Walked up to Fernieherst, an old poems which he had chanced to see in a newshall in a secluded situation, now inhabited by paper, had wished to be introduced to him ; he
farmers; the neighbouring ground had the wild- lived in the most retired part of the dale of ness of a forest, being irregularly scattered over Yarrow, where he had a farm ; he was fond of with fine old trees. The wind was tossing their reading and well - informed, but at our first branches, and sunshine dancing among the meeting as shy as any Grasmere lad, and not leaves, and I happened to exclaim, 'What a life less rustic in his appearance.” there is in trees!' on which Mr. Scott observed
G. M. R. that the words reminded him of a young lady who had been born and educated on an island
Correspondence, of the Orcades, and came to spend a summer at Kelso and in the neighbourhood of Edinburgh.
MANY thanks to A. T. G. for his reply re Samuel She used to say that in the new world into which
Rutherford. The point of my former question,
however, lay in the assertion by some author, whom she had come nothing disappointed her so much I wish to know, that Samuel Rutherford was born as trees and woods; she complained that they at The K’nowe, in Nisbet, Roxburghshire. were lifeless, silent, and, compared with the
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