. Wit bought; or, The life and adventures of Robert Merry . at the time, I may as well observe nowthat he kept his word; for ever after I re-marked that he carried a fishhook in his hat-band, and, as he said, in fulfilment of hisvow. Such was the eccentric humour of mv •/ friend, and such the real depth of his cha-racter and feelings, that a speech, uttered inmomentary passion and seeming thought-lessness, clung to his mind, and never partedfrom him till death. Could that poor boyhave had the advantages of wise cultivation,what a noble heart had now beat in hisbreast! But, alas! he was bound t
. Wit bought; or, The life and adventures of Robert Merry . at the time, I may as well observe nowthat he kept his word; for ever after I re-marked that he carried a fishhook in his hat-band, and, as he said, in fulfilment of hisvow. Such was the eccentric humour of mv •/ friend, and such the real depth of his cha-racter and feelings, that a speech, uttered inmomentary passion and seeming thought-lessness, clung to his mind, and never partedfrom him till death. Could that poor boyhave had the advantages of wise cultivation,what a noble heart had now beat in hisbreast! But, alas! he was bound to abriefer and more inglorious destiny! We pursued our way up the valley, loth toleave the course of the rivulet; for there is afascination about running water that few canresist—there is a beauty in it which enchantsthe eye—a companionship like that of life,and which no other inanimate thing of all brooks, this that I now describewas to me the sweetest. After proceeding a considerable distance,the valley became narrowed down to a rockj. WIT BOUGHT. ravine, leading to a lake from which, thestream tumbled over a rugged and precip-itous rock. The objects that first presented them-selves., as we approached the lake, were awoodpecker sounding his watchmans rattleon the dry limb of a tree that projectedover the water, by way of warning to the tenants of the moun-tain that danger waanear; a heron, stand-ing half-leg deep inthe margin of thewater, arid seemingto be lost in a lazydream; a pair of har-lequin ducks thatwere swimming nearthe opposite shore;and a bald eagle, thatstood upon the pointof a rock which pro-jected a few feet outof the water near the centre of the lake. It was a time of feeling, rather than ofspeech. Neither my companion nor myselfspoke of the beauty of fha «r*»np <if the
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