"She has lived and toiled only for this moment, and the poem is in her pocket." "Delightful!" said the doctor flatteringly.

"Has she favoured you already?
Have you heard it, Miss Monroe ?" "Have we heard it!" ejaculated that young person.

"We have heard nothing else all the morning! What you will take for local colour is nothing but our mental life-blood, which she has mercilessly drawn to stain her verses.

We each tried to write a Scottish poem, and as Miss Hamilton's was better, or perhaps I might say less bad, than ours, we encouraged her to develop and finish it.

I wanted to do an imitation of Lindsay's 'Adieu, Edinburgh! thou heich triumphant town, Within whose bounds richt blithefull have I been! but it proved too difficult.