Life — December 29, 1892 — page 35: what you’re looking at

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> LIRE = ADRIAN: Sir Walter again—you would tioned it if he had not. DIANA (émpatiently): But think of Oban, and Dunstaff- nage Castle, and the Cataract of Connel—all in an hour. ADRIAN: Yes; William) 1 Ossian are responsible for your inte read the guide book DIANA: Ugh! ver have men- Blackie stin them. | also have . Professor You ‘¢ a horrid, horrid—what you call it—sconoclast, But you can’t say anything mean about Ben Nevis. Think what a view we had of him this morning Did you see a finer mingling of grays and greens and browns, with patches of purple, when the sun came out? And over it all the blue-white mist crowning his stately head. ADRIAN: Yes, all that, and noted besides for (guoting) “the distillery from which comes the celebrated whiskey Now Bryant wrote better poetry than that about the skill Falls at home, and yet you made fun of them last sum- mer * because they turn them on for a quarter apiece. DIANA (/aughing): It was funny, wasn’t it ?—and the ex- cuse is that the moni It ought to be I ADRIAN: But honestly, Diana, Scotland is the home of romance because it is the home of Scott, Burns, Black, Mac- donald, Stevenson, and Barrie—and of thousands of men, like that old Highlander in kilts on the tow-path, who loves what they have written, 1 would wager he has his sporran, and has quoted him a half do. grim Celt who is walking with him. Those old boys don’t read for excitement or for knowledge, but because they love their land, and their people, and their religion—and their great y goes to the Methodists. aptist money. copy of Burns in n times to the CHRISTMAS AT SMITHVILLE FOUR CORNERS. called * Long John’ or * Dew of Ben Nevis.” makes it dear to the heart of the Scot. Diana (desperately): But w awe-inspiring—terrible ? ADRIAN: A nice old rock with seven heads very badly carved on it, and an inscription commemorating a very bloody ending to an old feud, which simply isn’t in it for gore with the McCoy-Hattield feud in our own country. You would not travel very far at home to see the tomb of all the McCoys, would you? DIANA: But I would to see such a sight as the “ Falls of Foyers" where we climbed at the last landing. ADRIAN: Simply because Burns wrote is what “The Well of Heads sn't “Among the heathy hills The roaring nd ragged woods Vers pours his mossy floods.” writers simply express for them those emotions in words they can understand. You and I come over here with thousands of our countrymen, to dorrew their emotions. It ¢s lovely, it és romantic, and it stirs your heart and mine, because we were raised on Scott and Burns. In England we travel from place to place in the same way, on a wave of memory and emotion because we have always read the great Englishmen who loved their country and honored it by writing about it with feeling. DIANA: Itis almost as bad as loving another man’s wife and neglecting your own. ADRIAN: And yet these Britishers accuse us of bragging about our country! The millionaire from Oshkosh may— but our writers don’t. Many of them hardly show it decent respect. comicbooks.com