We must refrain from entering upon the details of the extensive
geological fields which have just been glanced at. A volume would
not suffice to exhaust the subject. But, rapid as our sketch has
necessarily been, enough has been advanced to show how intimately
connected with the great fundamental principles of the science, and
with the original configuration of our planet more especially, are all
the deeply-interesting phenomena of the region in question. If at times
the reader, as well as explorer, is apt to complain of the dryness
of particulars, that the nomenclature is harsh and scholastic, how
delightful to close, even in imagination, the day’s excursion amid these
lovely valleys, to be steeped in fairy lore by St. Mary’s Loch, to dream
of legends and minstrelsy until morning dawn by Newark’s Tower. Nith,
Gala, Ettrick, Yarrow, Teviot, silvery Tweed!—who, indeed, will ever
associate with the minerals, sections, and technicalities of geology.
Still how refreshing to lie down, traveled and weary-worn, by their
green pastures and pure waters. How beautifully do these rivers, all of
them with an origin so remote, hold on in their pebbly courses—winding
and gathering from so many rills amidst the pastoral uplands—“making
sweet music with th’ enameled stones”—and anon with all their affluents
sweeping in placid majesty to the main. Hither will men of all
professions and pursuits,—the sportsman, poet, philosopher,—eagerly and
rejoicingly resort, each with his own object or his own care. Finely, in
imperishable verse, has the truth been expressed of that many-colored
tide of human life on which all are embarked—
“Which, though it change in ceaseless flow,
Retains each grief, retains each crime”—
—but NOW these streams, dales, and hills retain no impress of strife or
blood; and hence will the wish, age after age, breathe from many a heart—
“By Yarrow’s stream still let me stray,
Though none should guide my feeble way:
Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break,
Although it chill my withered cheek;
Still lay my head by Teviot stone,
Though there forgotten and alone.”
And so human life will glide away, a new epoch will come, and the
development of man’s immortal being will be accomplished in the new and
brighter earth that is to arise.
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