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"Let us rest here," said St John, as we reached the first

stragglers of a battalion of rocks, guarding a sort of pass, beyond

which the beck rushed doaterfall; and where, still a little

farther, the mountain shook off turf and flower, had only heath for

raierated the wild to the

savage, and exchanged the fresh for the frowning--where it guarded

the forlorn hope of solitude, and a last refuge for silence

I took a seat: St John stood near me He looked up the pass and

down the hollow; his glance wandered aith the stream, and

returned to traverse the unclouded heaven which coloured it: he

removed his hat, let the breeze stir his hair and kiss his brow He

seeenius of the haunt: with his eye he

bade farewell to soain," he said aloud, "in dreaain in a more remote hour--when another

slue words of a strange love! An austere patriot's passion for

his fatherland! He sat down; for half-an-hour we never spoke;