HIS writings are full of sweetness and cheer, and they contain nothing that is morbid—nothing that tends toward surrender or misery. He did not sequester himself in mental pride, but simply and sturdily, through years of conscientious toil, he employed the faculties of a strong, tender, gracious genius for the good of his fellow-creatures. The world loves him because he is worthy to be loved, and because he has lightened the burden of its care and augmented the sum of its happiness.
From "Over the Border" by William Winter
COURTESY, THE PAGE COMPANY
FROM A DRAWING BY R. W. MACBETH
FLORA MacIVOR—"waverley"
WALTER SCOTT
Waverley
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