A book of Highland minstrelsy . cold oblivion of the grave. The Highland maiden, on entering the wedded state, unbound fromher luxuriant locks the fillet or snood, which till then had formed theironly covering, and veiled them thenceforward in the modesty of a matrontoy or curch. This Avas a simple cap of linen or cotton cloth, boundplainly across the forehead with a band of riband. It could not have been so becoming as the natural adornment of flow-ing hair, and doubtless was inconvenient to the inexperienced wearer, butthe honorary distinction it implied would soon reconcile the novice to it
A book of Highland minstrelsy . cold oblivion of the grave. The Highland maiden, on entering the wedded state, unbound fromher luxuriant locks the fillet or snood, which till then had formed theironly covering, and veiled them thenceforward in the modesty of a matrontoy or curch. This Avas a simple cap of linen or cotton cloth, boundplainly across the forehead with a band of riband. It could not have been so becoming as the natural adornment of flow-ing hair, and doubtless was inconvenient to the inexperienced wearer, butthe honorary distinction it implied would soon reconcile the novice to itsdisadvantages. The frozen tarn alluded to is Loch AVain in Inverness-shire, lyingamong lofty mountains about forty miles westward from Beauly. It isconstantly, both in summer and winter, covered with ice; but in themiddle of June, when the sun is most nearly vertical, a very little of theice in the centre of the lake is dissolved by day, but nightly frozen overagain as before.—Beauties of Scotland, vol. v., THE SPIMING OF THE SHROUD. Where wind-swept Wyvis, cumbrous and oergrown,His massive shoulder to the morn doth rear In snowy splendour, like that great white throneWhence heaven and earth shaU flee away for fear, As Holy Writings tell, there, sternly grand, The traveller sees that hill oertop this mountain land. 158 Cijc ^pinutng of tf)c ^j^rotilr. Beneath his shadow lovely valleys lie, And lucid firths stretch winding to the main, So hid, the sunbeams of the dawning skyMust often seek their shady haunts in vain. On a green bank of one most calm and still A little cottage leaned against a hill. Its slender walls of turfy clods were heaped, Its lowly roof was thatched with heath and broom, In curling wreaths of smoke for ever steepedLay the blue twilight of its single room; Hushed as a churchyard was the lonely hut, As if from that fair glen all worldly cares were shut. Some narrow strips of cultivated field Chequered the braes with oats and clover green.
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