Noctes Ambrosian Volume 4 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1868 edition. Excerpt: ...and beauty frae their sylvan hill-nest. Shepherd's Toast is drunk with all the honours. Tickler (starting up). Hurra, hurra, hurra --hip, hip, hip--hurra, hurra, hurra, hurra hurra hurra Shepherd. Gie's your haun, sir, Mr Tickler--sense and feelin are wi' you in your verra sleep. (Enter CAMPBELL to tell the Gigs are at the door.) North (sub dio). " How beautiful is night " Shepherd. That's Southey. In fowre words, the spirit 0' the skies. North. Not one star. Shepherd. Put on your specks, and you'll see hunders. But they are saft and dim--though there is nae mist--only a kind 0' holy haze--and their lustre is abated by the dews. I thocht it had been frost; but there's nae frost--or they would be shinin clearly in thousans North. Like angel eyes. Shepherd. A common comparison--yet no the waur for that-for a' humanity feels, that on a bricht starry nicht, heaven keeps watch and ward over earth. and that the blue lift is instinct wi' love. North. Where's the moon? Shepherd. Lookin at her a' the time wi' a gratefu' face, that smiles in her licht as if you were gaun to sing a sang in her praise, or to say a prayer. occupied Lord Napiefls seat, Thirlestane Castle, not far from which, St Mary's Loch, the scene of the present dialogue, is situated. FAREWELL--THOU BOWER OF PEACE. 177 North. No halo. Shepherd. The white Lily 0' the sky. North. No rain to-morrow, Shepherd. Shepherd. No a drap. 'Twull be a real Sabbath day. Ye see the starnies noo--dinna ye, sir? Some seemin no farrer awa nor the moon---and some far ahint and ayont her, but still in the same region wi' the planet--ithers retiring and retired in infinitude--and...