FOOTNOTES:

1 In Scotch the ch and gh are almost always guttural. The gh according to Mr. Alexander Ellis, the sole authority in the past pronunciation of the country, was guttural in England in the time of Shakspere.

2 An exclamation of pitiful sympathy, inexplicable to the understanding. Thus the author covers his philological ignorance of the cross-breeding of the phrase.

3 Extra--over all--ower a'--orra--one more than is wanted.

4 Tennyson's Morte d'Arthur.

     Atque animum nunc huc celerem, nunc dividit illuc.

     Æneid: IV. 285

5 This line is one of many instances in which my reader will see both the carelessness of Ericson and my religion towards his remains.

6 Why should Sir Walter Scott, who felt the death of Camp, his bullterrier, so much that he declined a dinner engagement in consequence, say on the death of his next favourite, a grayhound bitch--'Rest her body, since I dare not say soul!'? Where did he get that dare not? Is it well that the daring of genius should be circumscribed by an unbelief so common-place as to be capable only of subscription?

7 Amongst Ericson's papers I find the following sonnets, which belong to the mood here embodied:

  Oft, as I rest in quiet peace, am I

Thrust out at sudden doors, and madly driven

Through desert solitudes, and thunder-riven

Black passages which have not any sky.

The scourge is on me now, with all the cry

Of ancient life that hath with murder striven.

How many an anguish hath gone up to heaven!

How many a hand in prayer been lifted high

When the black fate came onward with the rush

Of whirlwind, avalanche, or fiery spume!

Even at my feet is cleft a shivering tomb

Beneath the waves; or else with solemn hush

The graveyard opens, and I feel a crush

As if we were all huddled in one doom.

  Comes there, O Earth, no breathing time for thee?

No pause upon thy many-chequered lands?

Now resting on my bed with listless hands,

I mourn thee resting not. Continually

Hear I the plashing borders of the sea

Answer each other from the rocks and sands.

Troop all the rivers seawards; nothing stands,

But with strange noises hasteth terribly.

Loam-eared hyenas go a moaning by.

Howls to each other all the bloody crew

Of Afric's tigers. But, O men, from you

Comes this perpetual sound more loud and high

Than aught that vexes air. I hear the cry

Of infant generations rising too.

8 This sonnet and the preceding are both one line deficient.

9 To these two sonnets Falconer had appended this note.

'Something I wrote to Ericson concerning these, during my first college vacation, produced a reply of which the following is a passage: "On writing the first I was not aware that James and John were the Sons of Thunder. For a time it did indeed grieve me to think of the spiritual-minded John as otherwise than a still and passionless lover of Christ."'