Man need not boast his condition, methinks, till he can weave his costly tapestry without the side that is kept under looking thus sadly.
The tournament ground is still kept green and in beautiful order, near Stirling castle, as a memento of the olden time, and as we passed away down the beautiful Firth, a turn of the river gave us a very advantageous view of it.

So gay it looked, so festive in the bright sunshine, one almost seemed to see the graceful forms of knight and noble pricking their good steeds to the encounter, or the stalwart Douglas, vindicating his claim to be indeed a chief by conquest in the rougher sports of the yeomanry.
Passing along the Firth to Edinburgh, we again passed two or three days in that beautiful city, which I could not be content to leave so imperfectly seen, if I had not some hope of revisiting it when the bright lights that adorn it are concentred there.

In summer almost every one is absent.

I was very fortunate to see as many interesting persons as I did.

On this second visit I saw James Simpson, a well-known philanthropist, and leader in the cause of popular education.