And you see that he has poetry in his nature too, if you get him upon the right string.

How fond he is of the scenery of this place!" "Any man would be fond of that.

I'm ashamed to say that it almost makes me envy him.

I certainly never have wished to be Mr.Robert Kennedy in London, but I should like to be the Laird of Loughlinter." "'Laird of Linn and Laird of Linter,--Here in summer, gone in winter.' There is some ballad about the old lairds; but that belongs to a time when Mr.Kennedy had not been heard of, when some branch of the Mackenzies lived down at that wretched old tower which you see as you first come upon the lake.

When old Mr.Kennedy bought it there were hardly a hundred acres on the property under cultivation." "And it belonged to the Mackenzies." "Yes;--to the Mackenzie of Linn, as he was called.