Two Centuries of Border Church Life With Biographies of Leading Men and Sketches of the Social Condition of the People on the Eastern Border - Softcover

Tait, James

 
9781150942006: Two Centuries of Border Church Life With Biographies of Leading Men and Sketches of the Social Condition of the People on the Eastern Border

Zu dieser ISBN ist aktuell kein Angebot verfügbar.

Inhaltsangabe

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1891. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER VII. LIDDESDALE, 1753. TO Liddesdale from the east and north are various available routes, and the country of green hills and crystal streams, and Border ballads, and kindlymen and women can now be reached by either road or rail so easily that the romance of the district is in some measure exhausted. To enjoy Liddesdale the country must be visited at leisure. Best of all is it for the pedestrian, sound in wind and limb, to ascend the hills separating the district from Teviotdale, to ruminate for a time and drink in the beauties of the scenery, refreshing the memory by the perusal of some old ballads, and afterwards descend slowly by some unfrequented hill-side path into the wooded vale of the Hermitage or the Liddel. Next to this, on a day of autumnal sunshine, in company with congenial fellow-travellers, is a drive, in some wellappointed vehicle, by one or other of the roads, nowlittle frequented since the opening of the Border Union Railway. From the county town of Jedburgh there is the familiar, but ever beautiful, road up the Jed, past the Capon Tree, with its gnarled trunk and enormous branches, having on our right hand the ancient caves and the old Douglas camp of Lintalee, and on our left Ferniehirst, the home of the Kerrs, nestling quietly now among stately pines and spreadSir Walter Scott and Liddesdale. 287 ing oak trees, up the Black Burn, over the heathcovered heights of Swiunie, and down into the valley of the Rule, "Where Turnbulls, once a race no power could awe, Lined the rough skirts of stormy Ruberslaw." Taking the road leading toward the English border at the Reidswire, we glide easily through the long plantations, and past the unequalled beech hedge of Abbotrule, and pause to contemplate the stately, but rather stiff, old mansi...

Die Inhaltsangabe kann sich auf eine andere Ausgabe dieses Titels beziehen.

Reseña del editor

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1891. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER VII. LIDDESDALE, 1753. TO Liddesdale from the east and north are various available routes, and the country of green hills and crystal streams, and Border ballads, and kindlymen and women can now be reached by either road or rail so easily that the romance of the district is in some measure exhausted. To enjoy Liddesdale the country must be visited at leisure. Best of all is it for the pedestrian, sound in wind and limb, to ascend the hills separating the district from Teviotdale, to ruminate for a time and drink in the beauties of the scenery, refreshing the memory by the perusal of some old ballads, and afterwards descend slowly by some unfrequented hill-side path into the wooded vale of the Hermitage or the Liddel. Next to this, on a day of autumnal sunshine, in company with congenial fellow-travellers, is a drive, in some wellappointed vehicle, by one or other of the roads, nowlittle frequented since the opening of the Border Union Railway. From the county town of Jedburgh there is the familiar, but ever beautiful, road up the Jed, past the Capon Tree, with its gnarled trunk and enormous branches, having on our right hand the ancient caves and the old Douglas camp of Lintalee, and on our left Ferniehirst, the home of the Kerrs, nestling quietly now among stately pines and spreadSir Walter Scott and Liddesdale. 287 ing oak trees, up the Black Burn, over the heathcovered heights of Swiunie, and down into the valley of the Rule, "Where Turnbulls, once a race no power could awe, Lined the rough skirts of stormy Ruberslaw." Taking the road leading toward the English border at the Reidswire, we glide easily through the long plantations, and past the unequalled beech hedge of Abbotrule, and pause to contemplate the stately, but rather stiff, old mansi...

„Über diesen Titel“ kann sich auf eine andere Ausgabe dieses Titels beziehen.

Weitere beliebte Ausgaben desselben Titels