This work, if published in fugitive numbers, would scarce, without a high pressure on the part of the bookseller, be raised above the Netherbow, and never could be expected to ascend to the level of Princes Street.

Now, I am ambitious that my compositions, though having their origin in this Valley of Holyrood, should not only be extended into those exalted regions I have mentioned, but also that they should cross the Forth, astonish the long town of Kirkcaldy, enchant the skippers and colliers of the East of Fife, venture even into the classic arcades of St.Andrews, and travel as much farther to the north as the breath of applause will carry their sails.

As for a southward direction, it is not to be hoped for in my fondest dreams.

I am informed that Scottish literature, like Scottish whisky, will be presently laid under a prohibitory duty.

But enough of this.