n the chancel Miss Scott, a very charming, lively girl
of seventeen, pointed out to us 'The Wizard's Grave,'
and then the black stone in the form of a coffin, to
which the allusion is made in the poem, 'A Scottish
monarch sleeps below,'--said to be the tomb of Alexander
II. 'But I will tell you a secret,' she half whispered;
'only don't you tell Johnnie Bower. There is no Scottish
monarch there at all, nor anybody else, for papa had the
stone taken up, not long ago, and no coffin nor anything
was to be found. And then Johnnie came and begged me not
to tell people so. "For what wull I do, Miss Scott, when
I show the ruins, if I canna point to this bit, and say,
'A Scottish monarch sleeps below'?"' As, however, he had
the pleasure of saying this to us the evening before,
Miss Scott thought we might fairly have her secret....

"We now set out for Dryburgh, about five miles. Mr.
Scott placed his daughter in our carriage, that she
might point out the different places as we passed them.
We could not have had a better director, nor a more
lively, entertaining companion. Every spot was known to
her, and in this fairyland her quick imagination seemed
to delight in all the legendary lore she had heard, and
could so promptly apply.... At the view of some distant
mountains, Miss Scott suddenly exclaimed, 'Look, there
are the Cheviots; are you not glad to see England
again?' We assured her we were, though we should quit
Scotland with so much regret. 'Well,' she said, 'I
should not have liked you if you were not glad to return
home.' Her father had taken her to London the year
before, and she was delighted to get back again, and to
hail the Cheviots on her return. It was plain to see she
was her father's darling, and she talked of him with
enthusiasm. She has a very natural, unaffected
character, with a strong tincture of romantic feeling,
which seemed judiciously kept in check by him, as she
said he did not allow her to read much poetry, nor had