A book of Highland minstrelsy . ecent blue Sunday suits, their manly Glengarry bonnets, and, if theyhave come from any distance, the plaid wrapped loosely over theirshoulders ; the old women in scarlet shawls, and clean mutches boundclosely over the grey hair and shrewd, puckered features; the youngerfemales, wives and maidens alike, gay with Lowland finery, each youngface fresh-coloured and bright, with its own natural liveliness strugglingthrough that serious rigidity of feature which forms what in Scotland iscalled a Sunday face ; and the little children, proud of the honour ofaccompanying
A book of Highland minstrelsy . ecent blue Sunday suits, their manly Glengarry bonnets, and, if theyhave come from any distance, the plaid wrapped loosely over theirshoulders ; the old women in scarlet shawls, and clean mutches boundclosely over the grey hair and shrewd, puckered features; the youngerfemales, wives and maidens alike, gay with Lowland finery, each youngface fresh-coloured and bright, with its own natural liveliness strugglingthrough that serious rigidity of feature which forms what in Scotland iscalled a Sunday face ; and the little children, proud of the honour ofaccompanying their elders to church, yet somewhat inclined to barter thatprivilege for a good romp in the churchyard among the daisied andthymy mounds, of whose mournful import they have as yet so vague anidea. The sight of these earnest-minded Highlanders assembling toworship amid the solemnising scenery of their mountain glens, disposesones thoughts to seriousness, and is no unworthy preparation for theabsorbing services of the f/^n. ^?^ ^^f\-Jn-^^ .„..,> THE RETURN OF EVAN DHU. As swarming bees upon the wing,The people crowded oer the hill; And now the bell had ceased to Highland kirk had ceased to fill. 80 Clje mftmn of (£t)an i9]^u. The mountain burn that washed the gravesMurmured a hymn while running by ; And with the solemn chime of wavesA hundred voices clomb the sky. The sunbeams through the open doorCame streaming in across the place, And, messengers of gladness, bore Heavens radiance to each humble face. On upturned foreheads, sage and lingered with seraphic smile. When in the darkened doorway stoodA stranger man, and paused awhile. His raiment had a foreign air. His brow was burnt by foreign skies; And there was fierceness in his stareThat suited ill Devotions eyes. He looked around with changing to the nearest seat withdrew. As one whose heart, too full to speak. Those time-worn stairs and benches knew €lfe caelum of (£bm Mf)u.
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