But it is a patriotism that has its day and its rule; then both its eyes are opened, and it looks upon the firmament of the future broadside on, and sees a constellation where it once saw and half worshipped a solitary star.
Better to be the part of a great WHOLE than the whole of a little _nothing_.
These continental Border-lands may see the face of their future history in the mirror of England's annals.

They are quaking now with the impetuous emotions of local nationality.

They are blackened and scarred in the contest for the Welsh and Scotch independence of centuries agone.

But over those boundary wastes the grass shall yet grow soft, fair and green, and there, too, the white lambs shall lie in the sun.
My walk lay over the most inhospitable and unpeopled section I ever saw.

Calling at a station on the railway that passes through it, I was told by the master that the nearest church or chapel was sixteen miles in one direction, and over twenty in another.