And others like him, but more blest,
Shall seek to beguile thy lone hours,
Thou wilt think of the days of lang syne,
When Holyrood echoed the strain;
And your voice sweetly mingled with mine
As it never shall mingle again!”
Transcriber’s Notes:
This story was originally serialized in Norman L. Munro’s New York Family Story Paper, volume XIX, numbers 952-955 (January 2-23, 1892).
A table of contents has been added by the transcriber and placed in the public domain.
Obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected.