A NOVEL. Breathes there a man with soul so dead, "This is my own, my native land!" From wandering on a foreign strand? ΤΟ THOMAS CAMPBELL, Esq. AUTHOR OF “THE PLEASURES OF HOPE,” &c. &c. &c. THESE VOLUMES ARE RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED. MARCH 27th, 1816. ST. CLYDE. CHAPTER I. Ye've heard this while how I've been licket, And sair me sheuk; But by gude luck I lap a wicket, And turned a neuk.' BURNS. MACTAGGART, the postmaster of Bute, arranging, one morning, the letters for delivery that came over from the Largs, found one addressed to Mr. Whiggans, and which was not sealed. Discovering a letter of unusual size open, curiosity prompted Mactaggart to unfold it, but what was his surprise to find its contents an invoice of hibited goods. VOL. I. B pro |