Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
He found himself seated in the Scottish metropolis, in a cheap but snug
and comfortable lodging, and encompassed by other sights and sounds
than those which he had been accustomed to. The change struck on his
heart with a low deep feeling of despondency, which a little time,
conjoined with the urbanity and kindness of all around him, was
sufficient to dissipate. The immense mass of lofty and majestic
buildings, exhibiting their roofs in widening circles around him, and
stretching far away, like the broken billows of an ocean, created
thoughts of tumult, discord, and perplexity, when contrasted with the
serene beauty of the calm pastoral district which he had left; and, amid
the nightly crowd of population which engirded him, a sense of his own
individual insignificance fell, with a crushing weight, on his spirit.
The deeply engrafted strength of virtue and religion, however, at length
prevailed, restoring to his mind its usual buoyancy; and he began to see
objects in the same degree of relative value, but with a widely enlarged
scope of sensation. He set about his studies with vigour and alacrity;
and, keeping in recollection the circumstances of his relatives, he
determined not only to avoid all unnecessary expense, but to exercise
the most rigid economy. Few hours were allowed to sleep, and almost no
time allotted to exercise and recreation. The hopes his father
entertained he determined should not be frustrated, nor the confidence
they reposed in him be shown erroneous, by any negligence on his part;
while, by persevering with assiduity and ardour, he trusted, sooner than
they expected, to relieve them of the burthen of his support--a burthen
which, he knew, could not fail to press heavy on them all, however
cheerfully supported.
In a course of the utmost economy, sobriety, and temperance, anxiously
endeavouring to allow no opportunity of improvement to pass by
unimproved, the winter session wore through, and left behind on his
heart very few causes for self-disapprobation.
Towards the end of April, the pale student returned to the cottage of
his father. Worn out by unwearied and unremitting studies, the vernal
gales of the country came like a balsam to reanimate his flagging
spirits; and the hopes that the object of so much exertion and care
would be ultimately crowned with success, gained a strong hold on the
mind it had threatened almost to forsake. In the crowd of the city he
felt too deeply his own insignificance--an isolated stranger, poor and
unknown of all, striving with a feverish hope, at rewards most likely to
be carried away by more powerful interests. But here he felt a grain of
self-importance return to elevate his fallen thoughts. The budding
hawthorn, the singing birds, and the blue sky, were all delightful; and
he began to lose his own bosom fears in the general exultation of
nature.
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