s affairs," etc. As an
indication of the wild region and the distances travelled, one of the
rules is, "that every member not residing in Leadhills shall be
provided with a bag sufficient to keep out the rain." Here is the
stiff, covenanting dignity cropping out--"Every member shall (at the
annual meeting) deliver what he hath to say to the preses; and if two
or more members attempt to speak at a time, the preses shall
determine who shall speak first;" and "members guilty of indecency,
or unruly, obstinate behaviour" are to be punished "by fine,
suspension, or exclusion, according to the nature of the
transgression." The Westminster Divines could not have made a
tighter job.'

{31b} NOTE 5.--'_The first view of the Clyde_.'--PAGE 31.

This was not their first view of the Clyde. They had been travelling
within sight of it without knowing it for full twenty miles before this,
ever since coming down the Daer Water from Leadhills to Elvanfoot: they
there reached the meeting-place of that water with a small stream that
flows from Ericstane. These two united become the Clyde.

{41} NOTE 6.--'_I wished Joanna had been there to laugh_.'--PAGE 41.

Joanna Hutchinson, Mrs. Wordsworth's sister. Among the 'Poems on the
Naming of Places' is one addressed to her, in 1800, in which the
following well-known lines occur:--

"As it befel,
One summer morning we had walked abroad
At break of day, Joanna and myself.
--'Twas that delightful season when the broom,
Full-flowered, and visible on every steep,
Along the copses runs in veins of gold.
Our pathway led us on to Rotha's banks,
And when we came in front of that tall rock
That eastward looks, I there stopped short and stood
Tracing the lofty barrier with my eye
From base to summit; such delight I found
To note in shrub and tree, in stone and flower
That intermixture of delicious hues,
Along so vast a surface, all at once,
In one impression, by connecting force
Of their own beauty, imaged in the heart.
--When I had gazed perhaps two minutes' space,
Joanna, looking in my eyes, beheld
That ravishment of mine, and laughed aloud;
The Rock, like something starting from a sleep,
Took up the Lady's voice and laughed again;
That ancient woman seated on Helm Crag
Was ready with her cavern; Hammarscar,
And the tall Steep of Silverhaw, sent forth
A