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Title: Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, XXII
Author: various
Release Date: February 27, 2004 [EBook #11334]
Language: English
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland.
HISTORICAL, TRADITIONARY, & IMAGINATIVE.
WITH A GLOSSARY.
REVISED BY ALEXANDER LEIGHTON,
_One of the Original Editors and Contributors_.
VOL. XXII.
1884.
CONTENTS.
UPS AND DOWNS; OR, DAVID STUART'S ACCOUNT OF HIS PILGRIMAGE, (_John
Mackay Wilson_),
THE BURGHER'S TALES. THE ANCIENT BUREAU. (_Alexander Leighton_),
LADY RAE, (_Alexander Campbell_),
THE DIAMOND EYES, (_Alexander Leighton_),
DAVID LORIMER, (_Anon_.)
THE CONVICT, (_Anon_.)
THE AMATEUR ROBBERY, (_Alexander Leighton_),
THE PROCRASTINATOR, (_John Mackay Wilson_),
THE TEN OF DIAMONDS, (_Alexander Leighton_),
WILSON'S TALES OF THE BORDERS, AND OF SCOTLAND.
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UPS AND DOWNS; OR, DAVID STUART'S ACCOUNT OF HIS PILGRIMAGE.
Old David Stuart was the picture of health--a personification of
contentment. When I knew him, his years must have considerably exceeded
threescore; but his good-natured face was as ruddy as health could make
it; his hair, though mingled with grey, was as thick and strong as if he
had been but twenty; his person was still muscular and active; and,
moreover, he yet retained, in all their freshness, the feelings of his
youth, and no small portion of the simplicity of his childhood. I loved
David, not only because he was a good man, but because there was a great
deal of _character_ or _originality_ about him; and though his brow was
cheerful, the clouds of sorrow had frequently rested upon it. More than
once when seated by his parlour fire, and when he had finished his pipe,
and his afternoon tumbler stood on the table beside him, I have heard
him give the following accoun
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