Bonnie Scotland and what we owe herGriffis, William Elliot
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Bonnie Scotland and what we owe her
Griffis, William Elliot
Scotland; Scotland -- Description and travel
INDEX 287
ILLUSTRATIONS
ST. MARTIN’S CROSS AT IONA _Frontispiece_
EDINBURGH CITY AND CASTLE 28
DRYBURGH ABBEY 44
ABBOTSFORD 62
THE MONASTERY, DUNFERMLINE ABBEY 70
THE VALLEY OF THE TAY 84
A TYPICAL SCOTTISH STREET: HIGH STREET, DUMFRIES 94
STIRLING CASTLE, FROM THE KING’S KNOT 100
THE KINGS’ GRAVES, IONA 128
THE CAIRN AT CULLODEN 148
THE SCOTCH BRIGADE MEMORIAL 174
INTERIOR OF COTTAGE, NORTHEAST COAST 194
THE HARBOR OF KIRKWALL, ORKNEY ISLANDS 202
THE TROSSACHS AND LOCH ACHRAY 216
THE TAM O’ SHANTER INN, AYR 226
THE EDINBURGH CONFERENCE OF MISSIONS 268
BONNIE SCOTLAND
CHAPTER I
THE SPELL OF THE INVISIBLE
As with so many of my countrymen, the dream floated before the
vision dawned. The American who for the first time opens his eyes in
Europe is like the newborn babe, whose sight is not yet focused. He
sees double. There is continually before him the Old World of his
fancy and the Europe of reality. War begins, as in heaven, between
the angels--of memory and of hope. The front and the rear of his
brain are in conflict. While the glamour of that initial glimpse,
that never-recurring moment of first surprise, is before him, he
perforce compares and contrasts the ideal and the reality, even to
his bewilderment and confusion. Only gradually do the two beholdings
coalesce. Yet even during the dissolving pictures of imagination and
optical demonstration, that which is present and tangible wins a glory
from what is past and unseen.
From childhood there was always a Scotland which, like Wordsworth’s
“light that never was, on sea or land,” lay in my mind as “the
consecration and the poet’s dream,” of purple heather, crimson-tipped
daisies, fair lasses, and brave lads. It rose out of such rainbow
tints of imagination and out of such mists of fancy as were wont to
gather, after reading the poets and romancers who have made Scotland a
magnet to travellers the world over. This far-off region, of kilts and
claymores, first sprang out of the stories of friends and companions.
Our schoolmates, whether born on the moor or sprung from Scottish
parents in America, inherited the love of their fond forebears and
kinsmen, who sincerely believed that, of all lands on this globe,
Bonnie Scotland was the fairest.
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