elf and his own legs. I have not spent
much money--my expenses during my wanderings averaged a
shilling a day. As I was walking through Strathspey, singularly
enough I met two or three of the Phillips. I did not know them,
but a child came running after me to ask me my name. It was
Miss P. and two of the children. I hope to get to you in two or
three days after you get this. God bless you and dear Hen.

GEORGE BORROW.

In spite of Borrow's vow never to visit Scotland again, he was there
eight years later--in 1866--but only in the lowlands. His stepdaughter,
Hen., or Henrietta Clarke, had married Dr. MacOubrey, of Belfast, and
Borrow and his wife went on a visit to the pair. But the incorrigible
vagabond in Borrow was forced to declare itself, and leaving his wife
and daughter in Belfast he crossed to Stranraer by steamer on 17th July
1866, and tramped through the lowlands, visiting Ecclefechan and Gretna
Green. We have no record of his experiences at these places. The only
literary impression of the Scots tour of 1866, apart from a brief
reference in Dr. Knapp's _Life_, is an essay on Kirk Yetholm in _Romano
Lavo-Lil_. We would gladly have exchanged it for an account of his
visits to Abbotsford and Melrose, two places which he saw in August of
this year.

In his letter of 27th November from Kirkwall it will be seen that Borrow
records the kindness received from 'a young gentleman of the name of
Petrie.' It is pleasant to find that when he returned to England he did
not forget that kindness, as the next letter demonstrates:

To George Petrie, Esq., Kirkwall

39 CAMPERDOWN PLACE, YARMOUTH, _Jany. 14, 1859._

MY DEAR SIR,--Some weeks ago I wrote to Mr. Murray (and)
requested him to transmit to you two works of mine. Should you
not have received them by the time this note reaches you, pray
inform me and I will write to him again. They may have come
already, but whenever they may come to hand, keep them in
remembrance of one who will never forget your kind attention to
him in Orkney.

On reaching Aberdeen I went to Inverness by rail. From there I
sent off my luggage to Dunkeld, and walked thither by the
Highland road. I never enjoyed a walk more--the weather was
tolerably fine, and I was amidst some of the finest scenery in
the world. I was particularly struck with that of Glen Truim.
Near