. Zigzag journeys in Europe : vacation rambles in historic lands. then, that Win re then- i> a will there is a way. I > lutumn day, as he was travelling along the borders of Loci i. a famous lake in the middle of Scotland, he remembered that there was a looking the lake from a thickly wooded hill, in which dwelt a hermit, who often was consulted by people in perplexity, and who bore the name of the Man of Wisdom. Il< was nol a wicked magician, nor did he pretend to have any3 with the dead. He was gifted only with what was called< learness of vision; he could see into the secrel of
. Zigzag journeys in Europe : vacation rambles in historic lands. then, that Win re then- i> a will there is a way. I > lutumn day, as he was travelling along the borders of Loci i. a famous lake in the middle of Scotland, he remembered that there was a looking the lake from a thickly wooded hill, in which dwelt a hermit, who often was consulted by people in perplexity, and who bore the name of the Man of Wisdom. Il< was nol a wicked magician, nor did he pretend to have any3 with the dead. He was gifted only with what was called< learness of vision; he could see into the secrel of things, jus! as ZerahColburn could see into difficult problems of mathematics, withoutstud\. Things that were darkness to others were as clear as sun-light to him. He lived On roots and herbs, and flourished so uor A RAINY EVENING STORY AT CARLISLE. Ill derfully on the diet, that what he didnt know was considered not worth knowing. It was near nightfall when the jolly harper man came to the famoushill. The sun was going down in splendor, and the moon was coming. ? .ip, faint and shadowy, and turning into gold as the shadows of silver began to fall on Loch Lomond, and to quiver over:he valleys. It was an hour to fill a minstrels heart with romanticeeling, and it lent its witchery to the heart of the jolly harper man. He wandered up the hill overlooking the lake, where dwelt the U2 v. VACATIONS IN HISTORIC LANDS. Man of Wisdom to whose mind all things were clear. He sat downthe mouth ol the cave, partook of his evening meal, then, seizinghis harp, began to play. Hi I a tune ol wonderful sweetness and sadness, no soft and airy that the notes seemed to glide down the moonbeams, like the tinkling of fairy bells in the air. The wicked owl pricked up his to listen, and was so overcome that he wished he was a more ible bird. The little animals came out ol the bushes, and formed und the jolly harper man, as though enchanted. The old hermit heard the strain, and came out
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