Edinburgh Under Sir Walter Scott

by W. T. Fyfe

And so he went on his way to Abbotsford, where he died, and to Dryburgh, where he was laid in his grave. And the great city which he had loved, died too, to him—on that summer morning when the sad little party drove away from its gates. Some of the last lines he penned—the motto of Chapter XIV. of Castle Dangerous—are fraught with the spirit of his noble life—courage, truth, and steadfastness to endure—

'The way is long, my children, long and rough—

The moors are dreary, and the woods are dark;

But he that creeps from cradle on to grave

Unskilled save in the velvet course of fortune,

Hath miss'd the discipline of noble hearts.'

Printed by T. and A. CONSTABLE, Printers to His Majesty
at the Edinburgh University Press

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