Chapter 29 No.29

Yes, it is he whose eyes look'd on thy childhood,

And watch'd with trembling hope thy dawn of youth,

That now, with these same eyeballs dimm'd with age,

And dimmer yet with tears, sees thy dishonour.

OLD PLAY.

At the entrance of the principal, or indeed, so to speak, the only street in Kinross, the damsel, whose steps were pursued by