"His mother from the window looked, With all the longing of a mother; His little sister, weeping, walked The greenwood path to meet her brother. They sought him east, they sought him west, They sought him all the forest thorough-- They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow." And there is _Newark Tower_ among the rich woods; and _Harehead_, that cosiest, loveliest, and hospitablest of nests. Methinks I hear certain young voices among the hazels; out they come on the little haugh by the side of the deep, swirling stream, _fabulosus_ as was ever Hydaspes. There they go "running races in their mirth," and is not that--_an me ludit amabilis insania?_--the voice of _ma pauvre petite--animosa infans_--the wilful, rich-eyed, delicious Eppie? "Oh blessed vision, happy child, Thou art so exquisitely wild!" And there is _Black Andro and Glowr owr'em_ and _Foulshiels_, where Park was born and bred; and there is the deep pool in the Yarrow where Scott found him plunging one stone after another into the water, and watching anxiously the bubbles as they rose to the surface. "This," said Scott to him, "appears but an idle amusement for one who has seen so much adventure." "Not so idle, perhaps, as you suppose," answered Mungo, "this was the way I used to ascertain the depth of a river in Africa." He was then meditating his second journey, but had said so to no one. We go down by _Broadmeadows_, now held by that Yair "Hoppringle"--who so well governed Scinde--and into the grounds of Bowhill, and passing _Philiphaugh_, see where stout David Lesly crossed in the mist at daybreak with his heavy dragoons, many of them old soldiers of Gustavus, and routed the gallant Graeme; and there is _Slainmens Lee_, where the royalists lie; and there is _Carterhaugh_, the scene of the strange wild story of _Tamlane_ and Lady Janet, when "She prinked hersell and prinned hersell By the ae light of the moon, And she's awa' to Carterhaugh To speak wi' young Tamlane." Noel Paton might paint that night, when "'Twixt the hours of twelve and yin A north wind _tore the bent_"; when "fair Janet" in her green mantle "---- heard strange elritch sounds Upon the wind that went." And straightway "About the dead hour o' the night She heard the bridles ring; Their oaten pipes blew wondrous shrill, The hemlock small blew clear; And louder notes from hemlock large And bog reed, struck the ear," and then the fairy cavalcade swept past, while Janet, filled with love and fear, looked out for the milk-white steed, and "gruppit it fast," and "pu'd the rider doon," the young Tamlane, whom, after dipping "in a stand of milk and then in a stand of water," "She wrappit ticht in her green mantle, And sae her true love won!"