“Give me but one hour of Scotland Let me see it ere I die.”

“Though the continued march of intellect and education have nearly obliterated from the mind of the Scots a belief in the marvelous, still a love of the supernatural lingers among the more mountaino...”

“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 Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial ban...”

“Give me but one hour of Scotland Let me see it ere I die.”