He said that he and his two boys planted them all about forty-eight years ago.

They were now worth, on an average, twelve English shillings, or about three dollars a-piece.
I lodged in Kinross, a pleasant-faced, quiet and comfortable little town, done up with historical associations of special interest.
Here is Loch Leven, serene and placid, like a mirror framed with wooded hills, looking at their faces in it.

It is a beautiful sheet of water, taking the history out of it.

But putting that in and around it, you see a picture before you that you will remember.
Here is more of Mary the Unfortunate.

You see reflected in the silver sheen of the lake that face which looks at you with its soft appeal for sympathy in all the galleries of Christendom.