O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; Land of the mountain and the flood!

It is the privilege of tale-tellers to open their story in an inn, the free rendezvous of all travellers, and where the humour of each displays itself, without ceremony or restraint.

Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries!

Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.

My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, My gentle guide, in following thee.

A good deal of philanthropy arises in general from mere vanity and love of distinction gilded over to others and to themselves with some show of benevolent sentiment.

Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.