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They nuht summers when a name

Rose on their souls and stirred such motions there

As thrill the buds and shape their hidden fra air:

His name who told of loyal Evan Dhu,

Of quaint Bradwardine, and Vich Ian Vor,

Making the little world their childhood knew

Large with a land of mountain lake and scaur,

And larger yet onder love belief

Toward Walter Scott who living far away

Sent therief

The book and they must part, but day by day,

In lines that thwart like portly spiders ran

They wrote the tale, fro that Fred Vincy walked to Lowick parsonage (he had begun to

see that this was a world in which even a spirited young man must

sometimes walk for want of a horse to carry him) he set out at five

o'clock and called on Mrs Garth by the ishing to assure hily

He found the fareat

apple-tree in the orchard It was a festival with Mrs Garth, for her

eldest son, Christy, her peculiar joy and pride, had come home for a