Recollections and impressions, . er, and was to become to twogenerations of nephews and nieces the beloved Uncle Johnnie, the one to whom all turned inany difficulty or happiness, as sure of help in theone case as of sympathy in the other. He wasthen a beautiful boy of twenty; and at the timeI write, 1898, years have but added to his charms,the inevitable lines having fallen in pleasant places,and the eyes that never looked unkindness stilldelighting and comforting all who look on ! he died a few months after. We were married at Lagarie on the 1st of June1852, by the Reverend Henry Go
Recollections and impressions, . er, and was to become to twogenerations of nephews and nieces the beloved Uncle Johnnie, the one to whom all turned inany difficulty or happiness, as sure of help in theone case as of sympathy in the other. He wasthen a beautiful boy of twenty; and at the timeI write, 1898, years have but added to his charms,the inevitable lines having fallen in pleasant places,and the eyes that never looked unkindness stilldelighting and comforting all who look on ! he died a few months after. We were married at Lagarie on the 1st of June1852, by the Reverend Henry Gordon, an oldBalliol friend of my husbands. After going toLoch Lomond, Loch Tay, and Loch Katrine, wewent to Moffat, and drove from there to Selkirkthat I might see the Yarrow, of which I hadthought and heard so much. It was so differentfrom the wilder, more romantic beauty of thescenery we had left, that at first it seemed tame andflat; but soon its quiet grace and pastoral melan-choly appealed to ones heart in a way that, years. From an oil-painting i,y Thomas Facd, 1851. ELEANOR M. DHNNISTOUN. THE QUIET GRACE OF YARROW. 35 after when we lived at Harehead, was deepenedinto something like a passion. At Selkirk we stayed with the Langs at View-field—Mrs Lang was my husbands eldest sister—and I made the acquaintance of my nephews,—theeldest, a handsome dark-eyed boy, shy and some-what farouche, evading his new aunts affectionateadvances, and fearing her kisses as much as the heroof the lyric feared those of the gentle maiden! Ilittle thought then of the strong friendship thatwould exist between us in after years, and that tohim I should owe, besides many kind things writtenof myself, the best record of his uncles life andworks. On our way south we stopped at Rugby, andpicked up my husbands youngest brother, Alex-ander, who was there at school, and took himwith us to London for a couple of nights. Ihad never seen him before, and was much takenwith him, he was so bright and i
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